Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-11

Tea, Tom DOrgan. Ever taste tea! If you knew how to behave yourself in polite society. I'd give you . card to my friend, the dowager, up in the square.
 How to get away! That was the thing that worried me. I'd just made up my mind to have lucid in- terval, when cr-creak. the front door opened. and in walked
 Tom. you're mighty cute-so cute you'll land us both behind bars some day-but you can't guess who came in on our little family party. Yes oh, yes, you've met him.
 We'll, the old duffer whose watch was ticking inside my waist that very minute! Yes, sir, the same red-faced, big-necked fellow we'd spied getting full at the little station in the country. Only. he was a bit mellower than when you grabbed his chain. We'll. he was Edward.
 almost dropped the cup when saw him. The dowager took it from me. say ing:
 There, dear, don't be nervous. It's only-only-"
 She got lost. It couldn't be my daddy the bishop was that. But 1t was her husband, so who could it be?
 Evening, bishop. Hello, Henri etta, back so soon from the opera?" roared Edward, in big, husky voice. He'd had more since we saw, him, but he walked straight as the bishop himself, and he's a dear little ram rod. "Ah!''-his eyes lit up at sight of me-"ah, Miss-Miss-of course, I've met the young lady, Henrietta, but hang me if I haven't forgotten her name"
 "Miss-Miss Murieson." lied the old lady, glibly. "A-a relative"
 "Why, mummy" said, reproach- fully.
 "There-there. It's only joke. Isn't it a joke, Edward?" she de- manded, laughing uneasily.
 Joker" he repeated, with hearty below of laughter Best kind of a joke, call it, to find so pretty girl right in your own house, eh, bfshop?"
 Why does he call my father 'Bish- op, mummy
 couldn't help it. The fun of hear ing the dowager lie and knowing the bishop beside himself with the pain of deception was too much for me. I could see she didn't dare trust her Edward with my sad story.
 "Ho! ho! The bishop-that's good. No, my dear Miss Murieson, if this lady's your mother, why. must be at least, I ought to be, your father. As such, I'm going to have all the privileges of a parent-bless me, if I'm not"
 I don't suppose he'd have done it if he'd been sober, but there's no tell ing, when you remember the reputa- tion the dowager had given him. But he'd got no further than to put his arm around me when both the bishop and the dowager flew to the rescue. My, but they were shocked! I couldn't help wondering what they'd have done if Edward had happened to see the bishop in the same sort of tableau earlier in the afternoon.
 But got a lucid interval just then, and distracted their attention. stood for moment. my head bent as though was thinking deeply.
 "I think I'll go now" I said at length. Fl don't understand exact ly how got here" went on, looking from the bishop to the dowager and back again, ''or how I happened to miss my father. I'm ever-so much obliged to you. and if you will give me my hat, I'll take the next train back to college"
 You'll do nothing of the sort" said the dowager. promptly. My dear. you're a sweet girl that's been study ing too hard. You must go to my room and rest"
 And stay for dinner Don't you care. Sometimes 1 don't know how I got here myself" Edward winked jovially.
 We'll. I did While the dowager's back was turned gave him the littlest one, in return TOT his. It made him | drunker than ever.
 T think" said the bishop, grimly with significant glance at the dow. ager, as he turned just then and saw the old cock ogling me, 'the young lady is wiser than we. I'll take hel | to the station"