Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1903-06-18

don't even know each others Names"
Sure" he said gloomily. He had
not thought of that But there
ought to be a way-let's get the de-
pot nanny to do IL. Tell her who
we are, you know. Mammics are al
ways ready to accommodate"
The Little Gray Nuns laughing
eyes followed his to the comforta BILE,
black face of the fat Aunt Chloe
across the room.
| 1T would be fun" she cried, but
instantly she was grave and proper
| again. "1f we had mutual friend"
THE mammy's friend of every
| bod"
"But I don't know soul in this
city except Cousin Althea."
| Jones or-er Pettengill?" the
| Young man said, eagerly. II know
| Joneses and Pettingills to burn"
The Little Gray Nuns dignity had
again come back. She drew away a
tiny space. Smith," she said. prim-
| ly, "Cousin Althea Smith. / should
go right up to her house If it wasn't
for Chubby" He laughed aloud in
| his relief
"Oh. I know Smiths!" he cried.
slathers-er, I mean quantities Of
EN-"
II am not aware that you have
the honor of knowing my Smith,"
she responded crisply. 1t did not
look promising. The Young Man had
mind to give it up. But the Little
Gray Nun needed championing, and
then there was Chubby - always
Chubby. Hes the only little nephew
I've got in the world" murmured the
Little Gray Nun, as if in answer to
his thought. And he'll never be
six years old again if he lives hum
dred years."
Nephew-nephew? Had he heard
Alright? The Young Man felt the ro-
nance of things in his grasp again.
If Chubby was a nephew, Heaven
bless him.-then what were OBJ
stacles? A sudden inspiration was
born in the Young Mans brain. He
motioned toward scat near by.
Won't you sit down." he said.
"And would you mind naming over
some of your friends at home?" He
did not realize that he did not know
her own name yet, or the name OF
"home."
AT home?-in Buttonwood, you
mean? Oh, there grandfather and
Uncle Joe and Uncle Sam"
Their last names, | mean. Brown
or Robinson or So-andso, you know"
4
She ran over list of surnames rapid.
ly. He caught at one as at straw.
Scott. Bradley" he cried.
Yes, James Bradley
"Broker?"
well, he was. He's broken now,
poor man. He stays right at home"
Telephone Connection"
in his house, you mean? Why,
ye-es-yes, l know there is
Then we're all right. Well get Mr..
j. Bradley Scott to introduce us. He
used to be Jonathan to my fathers
David. De you mind coming over to
the central Office? Just across the
street,"
Buttonwood was called up. Then
Mr.. j. Bradley Scott.
Hello That you, Uncle Brad?
Know my voice? What? Yes, sir,
same old sixpence! Yes, Berlin--last
steamer. Dad? He's all right. What?
No, not a professorship, unless you've
got one up your sleeve for me-But,
Uncle Brad, | say. There's young
lady here waiting to speak to you.
She wants to be introduced to me
oh, l mean l want to be introduced to
her, you know. We've got to be in
troduced, and you're the man to do it.
She's going to speak now"
"Hello!" called the Little Gray Nun,
clearly. do you know me, Mr. Scott?
Not Dolly? Then I'll never speak to
you again-oh, you do know me?
Well, I'm on my way home, you know
you haven't seen Chubby to-day,
have you? It's his birthday. What?
Birthday-six years old. I've got to
get home to frost the cake, and I've
lost my pocketbook. There's a love-
ly young m-oh, l mean there's
young man here who wants to lend
me his mileage, but we haven't been
introduced. It's dreadful scrape, for
there's Chubby's cake, you know.
What? Both of us stand up here?"
She motioned to the Young Man.
well, we're here. Oh, yes, can hear
you-Yes. Yes, he says he can, too"
They stood there an instant to-
gether, while across 81 miles Mr.. j.
Bradley Scott introduced them. Both
faces were grave, but all four eyes
were dancing AT the proper time and
in the proper way they touched fin
gers and bowed to each other politely.
1t was over.
"Now, we're all right" cried the
Young Man, briskly. "And there's the
whistle of our train. We've got to run
for it,"
The conductor tore off mileage for
two and left them then to the tender
mercies of little Dan Cupid. Little
scamp! it is amazing the amount Of
work he can get into a 27-mile RUM
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