The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1904-11-25
Alter the Other Mao.

Nrall stretched out Ills hanus 10 tue
greatful heat
A gust of wind ratified the sleet
sharply against the dripping win
dow. vrail rose and stood for a
moment looking out at the leaden
sky.
The melancholy days are come,
he quoted gloomily.
Babbetto reused herself from the
comfortable depths Of the chair.
Come back to the fire and have
some tea, she said. This weather
gives me the blues
Il wish | might Law my own pri-
yate. particular blues TO the wealth
er, said Vrail bitterly.
what else?' she said lightly.
You'll feel differently tomorrow
when the sun shines again.
viii the sun shine tomorrow
be asked. If il does, il won't be
the same sun.
Tommy Vrail she cried in exas-
perated tones, as she stamped tie
floor with one little foot, this is not
funeral
Not yours, anyway" he said as
he resumed his seat near her.
You and the weather are a de-
ightful combination this afternoon,
she Knocked.
Il can't send the weather home,
so I'll go myself he said half ris-
ing.
sit still, foolshr she said, will
YOU have one lump or two?'
MY. temper needs all there is in
the bowl, | fear" he said humbly.
1t does, she said grizzly. Your
mood is villainous.
It's a recent development be
said, suggestively.
And possibly not incursble,' she
supplemented.
20, there's a cure, he said eager
lily.
SO I've heard BEFORE she said,
and laughed softly.
It's real funny he sneered.
'Crosspatchp she said, still
laughing.
Bah, he said, turning to her, is
il your mother?
Il generally manage my own al
fairs, she said.
Then he isn't a millionar?' he
asked.
Poorer than a church mouse, +"
she confded.
%, Lordl" be said in despair.
She looked at him steadily. A
sardonic smile curved her mouth.
Must have little brains then,
he pursued.
Internationally, she said.
what on earth did you ever fall
lin love with him for?' be groaned.
Just because | shouldn't | sup
pose,' she explained. He's the
mostimprobsble, impractical charm
ing dreamer | ever knew. He
writes me most deIiciously sonnets-'
Il wrote you sonnets too, be re-
minded her.
His are really charming she
. said, looking away.
: i see, he said, coldly.
.. There vas a silence for time.
! Il hope you'll be very happy, ht
! said at length.
: Now that's like the old Tommy,
! she said, warmly.
! You'll probably forget me- hi
, complained.
: Never" she said stoutly.
And | shall never forget you
. Bah, he said, In fact, there are
. thousand and one things ! shan
forget"
She was silently staring at til
: fire.
we've had some high old times
anyway ne observed.
She nodded.
the day we went fishing-re
member it?' he went. 'You wante
the water lilies, and | got in beyon
= my dept. How you laughed, 20
Il heartless little wretchl'
| you looked so absurd, Tommy
i. he said, giggling at the recollectio
, Of him, with your clothes all mu
and your hat gone and your hair a
= dripping. And you swore, too, an
:. it sounded funny because the wat'
= got into your mouth and made 20
B. gasp and sputter.'
i got the lilies, though
'Of course you did, she laughed
And the day we went tramping
90 be said. Great Scott Didn't
rainl Do you remember that hou
on the Cloverly road, where | askt
for shelter for you, and they to
D. me if I'd take my wife-didn't W
blush at that?-round to the baC
49, door the servants would feed Vi