The Washington herald., 1907-12-15
CHAPTER XXXVIII-COntinued.

CHAPTER XXXVIII-Continued.
SJanet ought to know better-and she
doesr' he murmured. And the reading OF
the letter continued.
You always ask me 10 tell you more
about myself Well there is nothing tc
tell. I rise at six of the morning to see
that Susy Mitten does the CRATES. Some
times I help her Then / wake Raft
(when he is at hOme) and we two brush
the shoes. You call yourself an engineer
and yet can't invent a machine TO do a
simple thing like thatD Breakfast fol-
lows prayers-which makes one hurried
and the other cold. But what can one do
with a father who Is consumed with
doubts as to eternal punishment? What
does he care about cold eggs at break
fast?
Then 1 do my house books. count the
linen for the wash (when there is a wash.
which is mostly. II I have spare mo-
ment 1 go TO the piano and play Where
Is My Wandering Boy To-night?'-till
Raifs fox terrier Vic scratches at the
door TO be let out"
The daughter Of a minister and tells
such-humph." he broke off aggressively;
Il wonder why care about getting such
letters. I'm made different from other
fellows. expect-ah, well, So is she
from other girls"
And he returned to the subject in hand.
secretly vexed to see that so little re-
manned 70 be read.
Dear Mr.. Ludovic. the roaring winds
do blow-on the Bay OF Biscay-O And
you are just at the far side OF II. sitting
up aloft q have looked YOU ouD, like the
little cherub mentioned by the late Mr..
Dibden. So I beg you to pity the fate OF
poor Miss Janet Susy Mitten has just
broken q cup and saucer out Of our only
afternoon tea-set. and you can't send me
another because you don't know the pat
tern. Otherwise. I would not say no.
Thank you very much. all the same. But
keep them for a marriage present TO your
friend Miss V. B. F. Romer, who has not
yet annexed any more fathers. ! don't
think she will claim Phil Calmont as
one
Dear Vic-was it mad. then? And did
it stride TO and fro. and shove about
those long legs. in the boots with spurs
saw on the photograph you sent (what do
you do with spurs up a mountaln?-I have
heard Of mountain spurs, but it can't be
that. Well. know there are people who
would make a fuss about you. and tell
you how noble and be-medal-ed you de-
serve to be. Oh. yes. there are lOts-girls,
toO-much prettier than J. Only. you see
you wouldn't enjoy their letters so much
They would make you yawn. They write
all OF n pattern. And you seem to have
received quite lott know, because you
follow their copy headings so closely, dear
Mr. Ludovic,
BY the way. Aaron Calmont has just
been over with bunch of roses, and Hur
left some with Susy at the back door this
morning-I can't think why. Can you?
They must be meant for me. Only pretty
girls get things like those. Aaron had
been over at the East Nurseries. and
spent his last shilling, I fear Silly boy
But am kind. I would send you very
little bud. even If IL cost me an extra.
tuppence-ha-penny Of postage - only I
know exactly what you would do You
age, dear Mr.. LudOvic. and you own
vile temper-oh most vile! Come-you
know you do. II you have good point il
is that Of owning up-a virtue very rare
in men, unknown in women.
Now, If I were TO send you this per-
feet bud. bought at the expense of a poor
lads money, you would dash it 10 the
floor, and gr-r-rind it to powder under
your heel. Now. wouldn't you? Besides.
have pity on the Queens English.
Therefore, considering these things. 1
have slipped out into the garden, and in a
little nook which l love (where you used
TO sit under the big apple tree at the cor
ner Of the hedge have found a pansy-
70. looking again I see that it is a forget
me-not. 1t is a little damp, but I have
fixed it, down to the letter with strips of
paper, and 1 am going to give it TO my
sister Violet TO kiss before sending it
l am dear AIR. Ludovic. yours. truly.
JANET FOWLER.
'P. S.-After all. 1 could not find Violet
when 1 went in search of her to kiss the
forget-me-nOt Does it matter?"
One by one, Vic Morris removed his legs
~e1i SAuhy Out OF the open window. a mule
was shifting at them. and there are few
things that Spanish mule cannot eat
nothing whatever that he will not try TO
eat. Vic was just in time to save good
boot leather.
i wish to Christopher" he said. cross
ly. that that girl would say what she
means, once in a way / would sive a
months pay TO know what happened To
that forget-me-not' when she couldn't
find Violet"
Science is great and no doubt shall pre-
vail. Vic Norris was a scientist. Phil
Calmont was rapidly becoming another
Now it is curious how similar the actions
or one scientist are to those of another.
Each of these two learned men had a
crushed flower in his pocketbook kept
with the utmost care, doubtless for future
classification, analysis, and consignment
10 herbarium. Yet neither knew any
thing OF botany. and this fact only deep
ems the mystery. Even Janet was wrong.
Ihe flower was neither a pansy ner yet
1orget-me-not. but only an innocent un-
sentimental little spray Of speedwen. But