The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-11-11

I him, for she colored up reds a beet,
and l snapped him up, 'Naw And l
don't have to so to no circus to see a
jackass!' Mrs. Dodd was mighty
grateful, and pressed my hand good
when | got her out. Hurt feelings is
sight worse than hurt knees" Then,
with a softening Of his tone, he added,
Il like old ladies. My grandma brought
me up"
80 did mine" averred the young
man. "Well,3 rising to his feet, heres
where leave you"
Half an hour later Mrs. Serena Dodd,
rocking to and fro Seside the window
in her room at the Torbolton Home
for INDECENT females, was startled by
the appearance of Betty Macdonald at
her door, announcing:
"a visitor for you, ma'am."
Mrs. Dodd dropped the fan that she
had been resignedly plying. "A visi-
tori she exclaimed. "A visitor! Why,
tain't visiting-day!"
Sure not!" agreed Betty, amiably.
That's what told him. But he"
"a him! A he!" repeated Mrs. Dodd,
vaguely.
"Yes, ma'am!" said Betty, with de-
cision. "A him, heI With gray eyes
and clean shaven chin with dimple
in it. A lovely young fellow And
when l told him 'twa'n't visiting day,
said he, I can't help that. I'm from
out of town, and must see Mrs.
Dodd.'"
We'll" said Mrs Dodd, glancing at
the mirror, ''it's lucky l put ON my
purple foulard even if | did stay to
home. But my breastpin's on crooked.
You straighten it before you let him
up"
Meanwhile Miss Timkins and her
little band had sailed happily down
The bay, landed at Ageram Point, and
were trudging up the wharf to where
rosy, rotund Colonel Pepperlee the
proprietor of the Point, was roaring:
Right this way! Right this way!
Best bake on the bay: Only fifty cents
a plate, l say!"
He halted in his "patter' as the
group of women paused before him,
and muttered, Nine old ladies in
bunnits and middling young one
in hat and feathers Now, then, Pep
perlee, tact, tact!"
He smiled ingratiatingly, his white
teeth cleaning, and swept off his low
crowned SLOUGH hat in profound bow
to the matron.
rs this Miss Timkins and her la
dies from Torbolton?"
why, ye'os," hesitated Miss Timp-
kins, but"
The colonel broke in, hurriedly
Pleased to meet you, ma am" he
said. Your bake won't be ready for
quite a spell yet, and my advice is
for you all to go right over to the
piazza and sit tight and take it easy.
Don't worry about anything. I'll keep
my eye on you and let you know when
the dinners served. No, no." as Miss
Timpkins produced her purse, well
arrange that later"
And with another bow, he restored
his hat to his head and resumed his
rhythmic harrangue.
MY, but amt he curchus!" gurgled
little Mrs, Wells, trotting beside the
matron toward the spot indicated by
Colonel Pepperlee
Hes courteous enough" assented
Miss Timpdns, warily, but how on
earth did he know us?"
Miss Sally Sloane bridled. "Well,
now, we amt quite SO no-account as all
that!" she commented. There's more
know u.s." complacently, than we
know. We're public characters, Miss
Timpkins!" And pluming themselves
on this solution of the riddle, the
company waited patiently during the
next three-Quarters of an hour.
At last there was waited to their
nostrils the mingled aroma of steam
ing rockweed and clans, and Mrs.
Wells shifted exultantly
THE bake's open!" she piped. Il
smell it! Amt it delicious?"
With one accord the ten women
started for the big dining hall with it's
long, bare trestleboards fanked on
both sides by rows of round, unpainted
wooden stools; but they were inter-
cepted by Colonel Pepperlee, more
smiling, more 'curchus" than ever.
Not therei Not therel This way. if
you pleased" And the women, be-
wildered but docile to the voice of
man, followed the colonel through an
adjacent door.
They were in private dining room.
Before them was table spread with
table cloth. linen table cloth rs
was later established by Miss Sally