The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1903-01-02

terjumpers and upstart young brokers.
She don't know real man when she
sees one'
The next night Louise dined with
two young women who lived in true
Bohemian fashion, in two rooms with
bath. She came home animated and
gossipy.
"Oh, mother" she exclaimed, as she
folded her new veil with thrifty care.
"It's the dearest little den. The par
lor couches are their beds at night,
and inside there's place for their
gowns. And such cute dinner
with fern in the middle of the table,
and everything so easy to get-canned
soup. fried chicken and salad and
things from the delicatessen store, and
rolls heated in the gas oven, and char
iotte russo, with the queerest black
coffee and preserved sweets from India
to finish off. No two dishes alike and
each one with history!'
Mrs. Doyle patted the two slender
hands that stole around her neck.
"We had good dinner, toe, dearie,
roly-poly pudding with berry
JAM"
"Not strawberry jam,' sighed
Louise. Naughty mother, not to
wait till night when l was home.
I've been thinking that when Mr..
Shaw came Sunday we might have
something out of the ordinary, just to
celebrate the OCCASION" This with a
sly look at her father.
"To be sure, responded Mrs. Doyle
heartily. "The poor fellow has boarded
ever since be came to town. No doubt
he'll enjoy some good home cooking.
Well have fine roast of beef with
both kinds of potatoes, celery and veg
etables, and I'll make some extra thick
mince pies
Louise tapped the table thoughtfully
81 know, mother dear, you're the
best cook in the world, but-don't you
think it would be nice to have some
little extras like-well-like the girls
had tonight?'
"Bless my SOUL" remarked Mrs.
Doyle, wiping her glasses anxiously
when Louise left the room. "What-
ever does she want, I'm sure" >"
"Never mind what she wants, she's
going to have it," growled Mr.. Doyle,
in unconcealed triumph. "That's the
first ray of sense she's shown since
Georges been coming here. Let her
buy what she wants for Sunday"
In fulfilment of this injunction, he
pressed a ten-dollar bill into his daugh-
ter's hand, bidding her spend it for
nything she liked for the momentous
occasion. And when the two young
people had retired to the parlor, after
dinner on Sunday, and he was exuber.
antly wiping the dishes for his wife.
he remarked:
swell, Minerva, that dinner'll dc
one or two things for George Shaw.
It'll either kill him or make him pro-
pose."
81 declare, John Doyle, l believe
you've gone daft on the subject OF
marrying off Louise. But / must say
do feel bit squeamish myself afte,
these iced oysters" "
The next morning after breakfast
Louise fingered over the task of tying
her veil and rebuttoned her gloves ner
vously. Finally she crossed abruptly
to her mothers side and rested one
hand caressingly on the gray hairs.
i "Mother, l guess you'll have t.,
teach me how to roast beef your way
George" Mr.. Doyle started and bis
paper fell to his knee "George never
-nevcr-mentioned the salad, nor the
charlotte russo, nor anything bought
but he said your beef and pies made
him think of his mother-and-an
when we go to housekeeping we're to
have roast beef every Sunday"
Mrs. Doyle wheeled round to clutch
at empty air. Louise had vanished
and the front door swung to with a
crash.
"'Well, John Doyle, I hope you're
satisfed!' she exclaimed, suggestion
of tears in her voice.
"Satisfed amt no name for it, Min
erva. If I'd had him made TO order
couldn't have got son.in-law to suit
me better" ."-New York Sun.
81 lost good berth once because
the man who could have given it to me
was opposed to the union," said Main
chantz
"Who was the man?'
"Oid man Carbon, the wealthy coal
operator"