Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-28
N. 6 A. M. WILLIAMSON

me on the dock when l was at let ter B."
 Sally didn't make any remark about vivace's capers, though by this time he was wagging all over with joy at his masters feet and Jumping up to his knees. was grateful to her.
 In another moment we three had met in the shady path far away from ev- erybody else, and ,vivace began run. ming back and forth between his mas ter and me, as if he wanted to make us good friends and not hurt either of our feelings.
 How do you doY' said I, holding out my hand. What coincidence meeting you here. And my dear little dog that somebody sent me does seem to take an extraordinary fancy to you, doesn't heT'
 MT. Jim Brett laughed and kept his hat of, which made him look very nice with the dappling green and gold light waving over his thick, short black hair and his forehead. which is whlter than the rest of his face.
 He had on better clothes than he had worn on shipboard, but they were blue serge, with the air of having been bought ready made at cheap shop. In spite of them, however, he looked very handsome, and every inch of him a gentleman. don't thins many men, even in Stan's set, could wear those badly cut things and look as he did in them, though he does have to travel in the steerage
 I asked Sally if might introduce Mir Brett to her. and she said yes and smiled up so sweetly that was de lighted, because for all her talk about natures nsJlemen I felt I didn't know her well enough to be quite sure how she would take it. But she talked to him charmingly and complimented him upon his bravery on shipboard. ''Ev- cry one of us admired you for it." she said, land I'm very glad to meet you this morning."
 Mir. Brett thanked her and, of course, said how pleased he was too. q am taking holiday" he added. looking at me. was glad to hear that, be- cause seeing him odt at this time the thought had occurred to me that he might have lost his employment at the club. But only answered that it was a lovely day for holiday and that didn't believe he could find better place to spend part of it than in Cen l tral park.
 l Have you fed the squirrels yet| he asked. sN.
 "Oh, no. Can one do that?' ex claimed. T should love it." l May I go and get some peanuts? he said to Sally.
 "Do," she said in her pleasant, friend ly way, which was just as nice for hin as it had been for Stan or nicer. "Wt will go on to the wistaria arbor and wait for you. There are always lot: of squirrels there"
 Viyace broke away from me agair and followed him, but still Sally seem ed to take no notice. That's certainly a very handsome fellow" she said and we can be sure that he's worthy to be trusted, because the wrong sor of men don't jump overheard at SC; to save the lives of children they don know. That is why 1 feel perfectly safe in being nice to him and lettin. you be nice. I reckon he is a south ern man."
 How can you tell:' I asked.
 "Oh, a little by that good lookln: brown face of his, perhaps, but mort ] by his way of speaking. You Englisl people lump up all together for ou American accent but we can tel whether person is from Massachu setts or New York or Illinois or Ken lucky and so on just as you know Dey onshire from Lancashire"
 The wistaria arbor, which we sool reached, was like fairy bower hun. with thousands of amethyst lamps burning perfume instead of oil ant the moment we sat down troop O the fairy residents, cleverly disguiset as gray squirrels, with adorable littl faces, began excitedly to talk us over With heads on one side. they criticise, our feathers, our dresses, our hat and finally approved of them so far a to decide that we were creatures the, might know. They stole nearer, b, twos, by fours, then raced away again gray and soft as undyed ostrich feath CTS, blown by the sweet smelling breeze. when they saw my brown maj coming back with yivace.
 was afraid that vivace would mak dash and frighten them, but he evi dently knows how to treat squirrels a equals. not as edibles, for he behaves
 himself like the little brindled gentle
 man that he is. Gravely he looked o as Mir. Brett produced six small, brow paper bags. crammed full of the mos extraordinary objects. They locke, something like wood carvings of ur , ripe bean pods, but it appeared tha they were peanuts. They smelt good , rather like freshly roasted coffee, an when you shelled them out of thei
 woody pods they were large, fat beads covered with thin brown skin. couldn't help feeling as if had know i. Mir. Brett for long time. as he s by us on the bench under the wistari helping Sally and me feed the squi
 rels and smelling peanuts for us to e too. do believe there must be som thing special about peanuts. whiS