Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-12
THE SPENDERS A TALE OF THE THIRD GENERATION
 By HARRY LEON WILSON
By HARRY LEON WILSON
Copyright, by Lo.hrop Publishing Company.

"There, thought I'd reveal the dis
 dressing truth about myself while
 had you at my mercy"
 II might have suspected, but gave
 the name no thought. Zines, to be
 sure. You are the son of the Zines
 who died some months ago. l heard
 MT. Shepler and my father talking about some os. your mining properties. MT. Shepler thought the One Girl /Was
 such a funny name for your father to give mine"
 <, Now they neared the foot of the shaft where the rest of the party seemed to await them. As they came up Percival felt himself raked by a broadside from the maternal lorgnon that left him all but disabled. The father glowered at him and asked ques-
 tions in the high key we are apt to adopt in addressing foreigners, in the distinctive fallacy that any language can be understood by anyone if it be spoken loudly enough The mothers
 manner was a crushing rebuke to the young man for his audacity. The ia ther's manner was meant to intimate that natives of the region in which they were then adventuring were not worthy of rebuke, save such general rebukes as may be conveyed by dis playing one's natural superiority of manner. The other members of the party, excepting Shepler, who talked with Pangburn at little distance, took cue from the Milbreys and ag gressively ignored the abductor of an only daughter. They talked over, around and through him. as only may those mortals whom it hath pleased heaven to have born within certain areas on Manhattan Island.
 T shall see you soon above ground, shall I not?i Miss Milbrey had asked, at which her mother shot Percival parting volley from her rapid-fire lorgnon, while her father turned upon him back whose sidelines were really admirable, considering his age and feeding habits. The behavior of these people appeared to intensify3the amuse- ment of their child. The two solemn young men who remained continued to chat before Percival as they would have chatted before the valet of either. He began to sound the spiritual an guish of pariah. Also to feel trucu- lent and, in his own phrase, "westy." With him "westy" meant that you were as good as anyone else "and al shade better than a whole lot if. it came to a showdown" He was not a little mortified to find how easy it was for him to fall back upon that old cushion of provincial arrogance. It was all right for gpslesRetaS, but for it paOvea shan he pvas less finely eastern than he had imag- ined.
 As the cage came down for another ascent. he let the two solemn young men go up with Shepler and Pangburn, and went to search for Uncle Peter.
 There, thank God, is a man." he reflected. e..
 He found Uncle Peter in the cross cut, studying a bit of ore through a glass, and they went backsto ascend.
 Them folks," said the old man. "must be. the kind that newspaper meant, that had done something in practical achievement. bet that girls mother will achieve something prac- tical with you fur cuttin' the girl out of the bunch; she was awful torment ed; talked two or three times about the people in the humber walks of life bein' strangely something or other. You ain't such a humble walker now. are you, son? But say, that yellow kaired woman, she sin't bit diffident, is she? She's very hearty lady, I must say!" But did you zee Miss Milbrey?"
 "Oh. that's her name, .s it, the one that her mother was So worried about aad you? Yes, saw her. Peart and cunnin'. bu: heap too wise fur you, son: take my steer on that. Say, she'd have your peit nailed to the barn while you was wonderful which way you'd jump"
 "Oh. know I'm only tender. teeth Ing infant" the young man answered. with masterly satire.
 At the surface a pleasant shock was In store for him. There stood the for Mrs. Milbrey beaming .upon him. Behind her was Mir. Miibrey, the pleasing model of all a city's re- hnements. awaiting the boon of a hand clasp. Behind these were the unoom- little man. the chatty blonde | and the two solemn young men who | had lately exhibited more manner than | Percival felt they were all | him now with affectionate They pressed forward effu- sively.
 50 good of you. Mir. Zines. to take an interest in us-my daughter has | been SO anxious to see one of these mines "AwfulIy obliged. Mir. Bines' Charmed. old man: | ieueed pslly of you to stay by us down In that hole. you know" So clever of rou to know where to find the gold
 He lost track of the speakers. Their ,peechss became one concerted effusion ,f sfsbility that was music to his ears.
 Miss Milbrey was apart from the rroup. Having doffed the vaterproofs. he vas now pluming herself with laose fussy-lookinz but mysteriously sotent little pats which restore the st- Ere and mind of women to their nor nsl perfection and serenity. Upon her