The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-04-12
THE WISDOM OF PAP.
BY SUSAN HEARLE THOMAS.

BY SUSAN HEARLE THOMAS. Copyright, 1905, by Daily Story Pub
 fishing Company.)
 T don't care what Pap says, I like him! Yes, I've mos made up my mind that I am pretty near to loving him" the girl flashed. She stood at the door of the kitchen, looking angrily to- wards her mother, who, however, was in no ways discomposed by her daugh- ter's wrath. The old lady was peace fully sewing, and she went on sewing as she answered:
 long since that you mos had a fit cause your pap said he thought Joe Cartwright a nice man."
 Well, what's he turned round and shifted his views for?" The girl swung herself in belligerent atti- tude. She had vacillating eyes, and a light, volatile air in her whole make up, but, nevertheless, she was pretty undeniably pretty.
 He hasn't got any right to! she went on, passionately. If Joe Cart wright was low down, or bad, he might talk, but Joe isn't that Joe hash t got a mean bone in his entire body"
 At this outburst the old lady rocked back and forth with serenity of out ward expression that told, as plainly as words, that she was inwardly smiling.
  anyone could see the likeness to her daughter; there was the same airy set to the head.
 She paused in her sewing and looked at her turbulent child. Tt seems as if you and your pap sees different" she smiled with divided indulgence.
 We do. I should think we did" The girl threw out her hands in tragic gesture T tell you what, Marm, I'm goin' to do just as I please in this matter. So there! I'm goin' to marry to suit myself. Pap don't have to live with my husband"
 Look here, Salome." The old lady put her sewing down for the moment, folding her hands in her lap. Your pap ain't crost you much in your life, and your paps older than you"
 Hes cros't me now, all right, and without reason" Salome stuck out her under lip, and I'm not agoin' to stand it. Comin' down, like he does, on Joe Cartwrightw
 Back of her spectacles the old lady seemed to twinkle And ain't your pap got a license fer his own tongue; cant he express his feelings?'
 "Oh," cried Salome, impatiently, whats the use of arguin' with you; you and he are in cahoots!' She came over to where her mother sat. "Joe's comin' here tonight" she said. with challenging light In her face. He's comin' for his answer. ana I'm goin' to give it to him, you hear me. to- night"
 At this announcement the old lady took up her sewing and sewed dili- gently. She appeared to be trying to hide some emotions.
 He is, is he?" she said after awhile, stopping with her needle way up in the air, and what air you agoin' to tell him?" Then she ducked her head to hide the eagerness of her face.
 T don't know answered pretty Sa- lome, sullenIy Its my affair, my af- fair and Joe's, what I tell him." She turned away.
 But, Salome, don't be in a hurry; let's talk a little. You know marriage is a pretty serious business" The mother left her rocker. laying a de- taining hand on her daughters arm. You take a man for better and worse,' that's what's read over you in church, but most in general the worse is the biggest pile" Here Salome shook off the detaining hand, going towards the door, her mother following, anxiously, eagerly.
 Your pap says Joe Cartwrights stubborn, stubborner than mule," he says. Zoe may be steady, but hes pig-headed, thinks he knows 1t all, that's what your pap says.
 An angry flush mounted 10 the roots of the fair Salome's head.
 And I don't care what pap saysT