The Newark journal., 1906-06-08
A GOLD WATER
 CURE
 ByJ. J. B ELL tAuthoF of [" Wee MacRreegor, n etc.
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Copyright. by Joseph B. Bowles.)

'I wish you would speak to Ethel, Richard, and persuade her to give up this new scheme of hers. You know she isn't very strong, and even now she hasn't recovered from the effects of the bazar in aid of the Armenian atrocities-horrid creaturesi"
 T quite agree with you, Mrs. Flow CT. Ethel worries too much about oth- CT people. Blu. what is the new seheme?" I inquired. She has not yet mentioned it to me"
 Has she not? Then I expect she will be trying to enlist your sympa- thies to-day. She wants to get up drawing room coneert-amateur, of course-for the Patagonian fund-a worthy object, no doubt But l can't have Ethel killing herself for any charity"
 Neither can l." said, firmly.
 Pm sure of that, my dear boy. So you will do your best to dissuade her."
 Depend upon me, Mrs. Flower" murmured, as Ethel entered the room.
 What have you been doing, dear?" inquired her mother; you have kept l Richard waiting an age"
 I'm sorry. Dick, she said, smiling little wearily. thought, but I've had so many letters to write. The vicar wants to have jumble-saie to get some old tombstones renovated
 T hope you will have nothing to do with that, Ethel" said her mother. rising. Leave the graves to their own 1 CTS"
 When Ethel and I were alone, sug gested that we should go out to the garden. which looked very alluring through the open French window. Ac- cordingly we went forth and made our selves comfortable in a remote and se- clud d corner. We talked of many things having no connection with bazars or jumble-sales, or concerts, but at last Ethel came to the point.
 Dick, dear, l want your advice and assistance"
 T threw away my cigarette and as- sumed an attentive attitude
 The first you may count upon," said
 And the second too, Dick?@ she questioned, pleadingly.
 Well see" I hardened my heart.
 Well, Dick, I would like to get up a concert"
 An excellent notion!"
 "On, I'm so glad you think sol" she cried.
 Why, yes, I'm awfully fond of Haydn, Coffin ard Grossmith. and"
 But l don't mean that kind of con- cert, dear. It is to be an amateur one.'
 "Ohi"
 I hoped she would be discouraged. but she continued:
 You see, Dick, l wish to make some money for the poor Patagonians It's terrible to think of them
 Too dreadful" assented. with much feeling.
 And I think" she said, that a con cert held one afternoon in the drawing room-its d good size. you know would help the fund"
 No doubt" said I shortly.
 
 Well, then. Dick, let us begin to arrange at once. Whom do you think we should ask to perform"
 Our worst enemies" 1 suggested. Don't be stupid, dear You see, don't know many musical people.
 How nice for you," I observed.
 But you are acquainted with lots" She fidgeted with her pocket and produced a little fat notebook and pen cil
 She turned the pages till she came to one headed @Patagonian Fund
 Now" she said, looking ever so sweetly at me
 Now" I repeated. kissing her.
 "Oh, DicR, do be serious
 "I am" said |, thinking for the thousandth time how beautiful were her eyes
 "Yes-But about the concert. thought of asking Capt Bilgewatsr. The boys tell me he sings good rol- licking song
 'Not in the afternoon. dear.
 II don't quite understand. Dick. But, never mind; I'll leave him out just now Then there's Tommy Sampson. Woald he do?" she asked, holding her peucil in readiness.
 He's awfully melancholy isn't her said I.
 "on, dear no! He sings comic songs My mistake, Put him down"
 That's one, said Ethel with satis. ! faction.
 Next" said |.
 Do let us ask May Bowmont. Sh' can play"
 Yes. rather! But there's no get