The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-10-07

| Ohiy hhOW yOuI huduCidl NdiOE,
said Elias dryly.
That's all you're expected to know
sir"
Then we won't quarrel about it,
said the other, with his sweetest grin.
"Umphl Well, pleasantries aside, we
must look ourselves over carefully be
fore we see our New York friend. He
must not find us with unclean linen.
Elias, I'm worried, I'll confess, but I'm
not afraid. Is there anything that we
have bungledT
81 have always been afraid of the
chorus girl business. don't like
chorus girls" Bansemer at another
time would lave smiled.
1t vas past midnight when the two
left tle stall and started in separate
ways for their north side homes. The
master felt more secure than when he
left the home Of David Gable earlier
in the night. Elias broom said at
parting:
81 don't like your attitude toward
Mrs. G. It's not very manly to make
war on q woman"
"My good Elias" said Bansemer,
complacently surveying himself in the
small mirror across the stall, "all men
make war on women one way or an
other"
He did not see Droom's ugly scowl
as he preceded that worthy through
the doorway.
The next morning Bansemer walked
down the Drive. 1t was a bright, crisp
day, and the snow had been swept
from the sidewalks. He felt that a
visit from Harbert during the day was
not unlikely. and he wanted to be
fresh and clear headed. Halfway
down he met Jane Gable coming from
the home of a friend. He never had
seen her looking so beautiful, so full
of the Joy of living. Her friendly.
sparkling smile sent a momentary
pang of shame into his calloused heart
but 1t passed with the buoyant justif
cation of his decision to do nothing fl
the end that might mar his sons hap
piness.
She was walking to town and as
sured him that she rejolced in his dis
tinguished company. They discussed
the play and the supper party.
Now that I'm engaged to Graydon
I'm positively beginning to grow sick
of people," Miss Gable declared-and as
they all declare at that age and stage.
"Well, you'll soon recover" he smiled
Marriage is the convalescence of love
affair, you know"
ooh, but most of the men one meets
are so hopelessly silly-tiresome." she
went on. Its strange too. Nearly
all of them have gone to college-Yale
or Harvard"
"My dear Jane, they are the unfortu
nate sons of the rich. You can't blame
them. All Yale and Harvard men are
not tiresome. You should not forget
that a large sprinkling of the young
men you meet at the pink teas were
purpose of becoming Yale and Harvard
men; nothing more. Their mothers
never expected them to be anything
else. The poor man sends his son to
be educated; the rich man usually does
1t to get the boy away from home, so
that he won't have to look at him all
the time. I'm happy to say that was
quite poor when GraydOn got his diplo-
ma"
"Oh. Graydon isn't at all like the
others. He is a mani" cried Jane, her
eyes dancing.
81 don't mean to say that all rich
mems sons are failures. Some of them
are really worth while. Give credit
to the rich mans son who
goes to college and succeeds In life in
spite of his environment. l must not
forget that Graydon's chief ambition
at one time was to hunt Indians"
"He couldn't have got that from his
mother" said she accusingly. Banse-
mer looked at her sharply. He had
half expected on meeting her to OBJ
serve the first sign that the Cable fam
lily had discussed him well, but not
favorably. Her very brightness con-
WINGED him that she at least had not
been taken into The consultation.
81 am afraid it came from his horrid
father But Graydon Is a good boy.
He couldn't long follow the impulses
of his father. / dare say he could be
a sinner if he tried, too. hate an i'm
beetle An imbecile, to my mind, is the
fellow without the capacity to err in
tentionally. God takes care of the
fellow who errs constantly. Give me
the fellow who is bright enough to
do the bad things which might admit
him to purgatory in good standing,
and I'll trust him to do the good
things that will let him into heaven.
often wonder where these chaps go
after they die-I mean the Yale and
Harvard chaps who bore you. 1t takes
clever chap to have any standing
at all in purgatory. Where do they
go, Jane? You are wise for your years
and sex. There surely must be q
place for the plain asses"
"Oh," said she, 81 suppose theGhave
separate heaven, just as the dogs
have"