The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1906-07-20

for Hank; 10, quick Is I cav how It
was, I says, Here I says, is where
| save my son and heir from a passed.
of butchers | says, before they have
him scelded and dressed and hung up
outside the shop for the holiday trade
| says, with the red paper r~osettes
stuck In Henry's chest I says"
Are the New York girls 30 design
ing?" asked Percival.
us Higbee's ham good to eat?" re-
piled Higbee, oracularly.
80" he continued, when I made UP
my mind to put my foot down | Just
casually mentioned to the old lady
say, she's got an eye that would make
liquid air shiver-that cold blue like
an army overcoat-well, I mentioned
to her that Henry was a spendthrift
and that he wasn't ever going to get
another cent from me that he didn't
earn just the same as IL he wasn't any
relation OF mine. I made 1t plain, you
bet; she found Just where little Henry
boy stood with his kind-hearted, lib
eral old father.
Say, maybe Henry wasn't In cold
storage with the whole family from
that moment. l see those fellows in
the laboratories are puttering around
just now trying to get the absolute
zero of temperature-say, Henry got 1t,
and he knows nothing about chemistry.
"Then l jounced Hank. l proceeded
to let him know he was up against 1t
right close up against 1t, SO you
couldn't see daylight between 'em.
You're 25,' I says, and you play the
best game Of pool, I'm told, OF any
or the chappies in that Father-Made-
the-Money club you got into | says;
but I've looked it up l says. and
there amt really what you could call
any great future for a pool champion
| says, and If you're ever going TO
learn anything else, it's time you was
at It, / says. Now you go back home
and tell the manager to set you to
work. I says, and your wages won't
be big enough to make you interesting
to any skirt-dancer, either l says.
And you make a study of the hog from
the ground up. Exhaust his possibili-
ties just like your father done, and
make a man Of yourself, and then
some time I says, you'll be able to
give good medicine to a cub Of yoNr
own when he needs it,"
"And how did poor Henry take all
that?"
well, Hank squealed at first like
he was getting the knife; but finally
when he see he was up against 1T, and
especially when he see how this girl
and her family throwed him down the
elevator shaft from the tenth story
why, he come around beautifully. He's
really got sense, though he doesn'
look it-Henry has-though Lore
knows I didn't pull him up a bit toe
quick. But he come out and went Il
work like l told him. It's the creates
thing ever happened to him. He ain
, so f%at-headed as he was, already. Hen
ryrl be a nan before his dads through
with him." ~
But weren't the young people DIS
appointed?" asked Percival; "weren'
t they in love with each other?"
: I'm love?" In an effort to express
scorn Adequately Mr.. Higbee came per
lilously heal to snorting. What d.
e you suppose a girl like that cares TO
love? She was dead in love with tn
D nice long yellow-backs that I've pile
up because the public knows good han
s when they taste it. AS for being II
love with Henry or with any man
o say. young fellow, you've got some
t thing to learn about those New Yorl
s girls. And this one, especially. Why
d it's been known for the three year
we've been there that she's simpl
hunting night and day for a rich hus
A band. She tries for 'em all as fast a
y they get in line"
Henry was unlucky in finding tha
kind. They're not all like that-thos
New York girls are not" and he ha
/ the air Of being able IL he chose t
name one or two luminous exceptions
"Silas," called Mrs. Higbee, "ar
you telling Mr.. Bines about our Henr
! ard that Miibrey girl?"
"Yep," answered Higbee, 81 told him,
\ "About what girl?-what was hi
: manner" asked Percival, in a lower ton
"Milbrey's that family's name-Ho
ace Milbrey-"
i. "Why," Percival interrupted, som
what awkwardly, 81 know the famil
1.-THE young lady-we met the famil
out in Montana a few weeks ago."
"Sure enough-they were in Chicas
and had dinner with us on their wa
out"
81 remember Mr.. Milbrey spoke
what fine claret you gave him."
Eyes, and I wasn't stingy with ic
: either, the way those New York Peep
y always are. Why, at that fellow
house he gives you that claret wine
warm az soup.
. "But as for that girl" he adde
Z say, she'd marry me in a minute
wasn't tied up with the little Lar
louar thare or COURSE she'd rath