New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-08-03

Ii was a most curious little model which the
petitioner had taken reverently out Of a hand
bag He was a hungry. eager looking man. in
a battered bowler shabby froekcoat ana "a
prinordial comforter which might have been
made for Job,
Mr. Edward CaPtIe, busy at his desk paid no
attention
1T turns, sir literally, a question of fresh
butter" said the petitioner Who gets il nova
days or realizes how. between chUrn and table
every pat becomes dumping ground for Dacilli2
Here you will observe. the whole difficulty is
resolved. We lead the COW into the cart itself.
milk her into a separator. turn her out drive
off. and the revolution Of the wheels completes
the process. See? No chance for any freeboot-
ing germ! The result is simplicity itself-the
customers butter made actually on the way to
his door"
Mr.. Cantle put his pen in his mouth. bOtted
what he had been at work on. examined it
cursortly but surely, rose, walked 70 the counter,
and presented form to the petitioner, all some
thing with the air of a passiOnless police inspec-
tor. He was a tall young man, loose limhed.
and with ali his hardness. like "a melancholy
PunCh's show character, in his head. Much
converse with cranks had engeudered IN him an
air Of perpetual unspoken protest, of exasper-
ated resignation. For ne was It trusted clerk in
the office of the Commissioners Of Patents for
Inventions
Exactly" he mumbIed through the goose
quill. That's matter FOR your provisional
specification. Good morning"
It's the most wonderfUT-
"Of course-they all are. Good morning"
1t will revolutionize'
Naturally. You will make your petition and
declaration in the proper forms. fio"d morn
ing"
The inventor essayed another effort or two.
With Eipr1 ed
packed up his treasure and vanished The
sound Of his exit neither relaxed nor deepened
a wrinkle on the brow Of the neatly grOOmed
government official He simply went on with
At half-past one o'clock. IL being Saturday
he-we were going TO say knocked Off" but the
expression would be libel his methOdical re-
fnement. He took a misunderstanding a per-
sonably horsed one-to his chambers in Adelphi
Terrace: Iunched of four pate de foe gras
sandwiches. already awaiting him under sill
yer cover. and a glass Of Chablis; changed his
dress for river suit OF sober tinted flannel and
| a Panama hat: charged himself with a mo-
| rocco handbag. also ready prepared; drove 10
| Waterloo. and took a first class ticket. and the
| train-he favored the Southwestern because II
| was the QUieter line OF two in this connection
| 10 Windsor. Arrived there. he was hailed and
| Joined by friend on the platform
| Glad you're come, Ned I'm on color a bit
| You never are"
1t was hardly an attractive reception. Mr..
Cantle glanced interrogativey at his companion.
/ the Honorable IvO Monk. son OF Lord Prior
"No?" he said. what's disturbing you.
| "Oh, the devil. I think" said the young man
peevishly. Come along, do. out Of this
| Together they walked down 10 the river in
almost absolute silence. Mr.. Cantle had agreed
| 10 join his friend for agreeable weekend
| on the water 1t looked promising He thought
| a little. and came to a enthusiastically IN
| compromising decision.
| rs 1t anything to Go WITH Miss varley?''
Yes. II is
"she-they have a houseboat there. haven't
| they?"
Yes"
! CLOSE by?'
More or less. Just above Datchet-"
Then, I think. perhaps I'd better
Then. think, perhaps you'd not. You don't
| know anything about it, It's not what you
sn I%S7:
! A punt. in luxurious keeping with the tastes
| OF its owner awaited them at the steps 1t
| was equipped with a number OF little lockers
/ for wine and food wealth OF the dOwnlest
cushions and an adjustable tilt with brass hoops
! for coughing II" at nights on the water f9F
the Honorable Two was at the moment an aquatic
gypsy, wandering ut large and at whlnl. and
| scOrning the effeminate pillow
They Ioitered through ROmney lock. talking
| commentaries. and below relinquished their
| poles and sat and drifted until the reeds hel1
| them UP II fair. sweet afternoon. fu-I
! OF life ana ruerriment, and. in view OF the
| crowding craft, the remotest from ghostiness-
Would you Ike 10 see her. said Mr. Monk
suddenly and Unexpectedly
Cantle was never 20 be taken of his guard
IF IL will please you II will please me-, he
| said.
They resumed the poles and made forward.
To their left a little sludgy creek went Up
among She osiers, and, anchored at Its mouth
rocked the vulgarest little apology for a house
boat II seemed just one Cuddy, mounted on
a craft like a bomb ketCh 4. which II filled from
stem 10 stern; and what with its implied re-
stricte1ress and dingy appearance and stump
of q chimney. could not have imagined a
less inviting prison IT which 10 make out a
holiday Yet there was q lord 10 this squalld
| habv gaIliot and 70 all appearances a very
contented one as he sat smoking pipe Win
/ his legs dangling over the side. Monk nodded
| 10 him and the man nodded back With grin
Who's that asked Mr.. Cantle. when out or
earshot- -, ,,
| better than do. -
NJ Canrle thoughtfully nursing his jaw, with
a Frovvn on his face. had left Off puntiug-
Don't YOU know htm2" he said. suddenly
/ We exchange civilties," answered the other;
| the freenasOnry OF the river you understand
/ There's the Narleys' boat
Forging under the Victoria Bridge. they had
come I'm view OF a long line OF houseboatS
moored under the left bank against my bed
and opposite the Home Park At one az theSe
hight the Mermaid very large and handsome
they to. and fastening on, stepped aboard
\ sound OF nurmuring ceased with their arrival.
and Cautla had hardly become aware OF two
figures seated in the saloon. before he was be-
ing introduced TO one Of them.
Miss Marley certainly interesting tall
and English but with an exhausted look. and
her eyes superhumanly large She greeted the
stranger sweetly. and her iance with a rather
full pathetic look
bodiless voice. and Nanna's been reading 70
me. Papa comes down by the O'Clock train"
And what's Mamma been reading" asked the
young man.
The old nurse held up the volume. Il was the
Holy Book. Monk ground his teeth
Hush. Master Ivo," whispered the woman
You only distress her"
I'd rather her reading yellow back on a
July day the river"
The girl put a hand on his arm
When the call has come? When my DAYS are
trrf1ba Tx,1F cha said