The daily tribune., 1909-04-26

/ IL.
In other words. he's been blind I,
Bert's charms" Nan murmured unde
her breath, and Mildred nodded know
ingly.
| Why. girls AS If I'd care to charm
him! With all his owlish ways, he
didn't know really good theme wher
l gave 1t to hint"
| "Albertine!" This time the rebuk,
came from both ends of the table n
once. 1t is one of the sacred tradi
tions of the Bromley household thai
anything in the guise of teacher
shall be spoken of with respect. BE
sides, Albertine. the university stu
dent. was setting an unseemly exam
pie to her high school sisters.
Wait till you hear the theme. dad
dy You'll say yourself that it's good
Won't he, girls?"
| Il wish to hear the theme" sait
Bromley, severely. And your mothe,
and l will hear your teachers criti
cisms, too It's time some one fol
| lowed you up little"
Shall get It now, while desserts
being seryed?" Albertine volunteered
| Getting her parents consent, sb,
FASTENED away.
First she began, gleefully, when
| she came back, you ought to know
mat this young man has prosecuted
the whole class from the start. He's
SO young that he has to act old-espe
cially with girls. He never looks
| u1n lxn
walking dictionary-one of these
| all-mind creatures that Just gnaw
| Greek roots when they're hungry. And
he never admits that anything is good
| though you know | can write fairly
well, when try, daddy"
| Il know you can. That's the reason
| I've no patience with such nonsense :
| Well, ! was a trifie careless with
| this English course, just at first, ou,
since then I've been trying. and do
you suppose he takes notice? Not
he! So last week got desperate and
made up my mind TO give him some
thing superflne and make him praise
II. That's this theme"
She tapped the long. folded sheet
and smothered another laugh as her
eye fell on the written criticism that
covered its back.
What has he written there?" Brom.
ley demanded, more and more dis.
pleased by his daughters levity.
He says"-Albertine choked-'be
says that It's limp. crude and trite; II
lacks conference and iridescence: it's
formless-not worthy of grammar
school girl. l must rewrite it."
Three napkins flew to three con.
vuised faces, then a shrek of laughter
burst forth, while the elder Bromleys
stared at their daughters in aston.
ished disapproval.
Children!' Bromley thundered.
HOW do you suppose feel to have /,
daughter OF mine get a criticism like
that on her work? Read the themev'
Albertine, her face scarlet with sup.
pressed laughter. unfolded the paper.
while Mrs. Bromley shook her head
grave!y at her other two giggling
daughters.
Il called It Moods" said the eldest
daughter, demurely. Il really think
It's good, daddy. 1t begins:
Dream delivers us to dream and
there Is no end to Illusion. Life is a
train OF moods, like a string OF beads.
and as we pass through them they
prove to bo many-colored lenses
which paint the world their own hue.
and each shows only what lies on its
FOCUS From the mountain you"
That's enough" Bromley inter.
m foa 10
myself; l may say he don't once in
while and get called down by my
educated daughters: but know
enough to see the value OF your in.
strnctor's criticism on such writing
as that. When think Of It as coming
from you"
"Oh. but daddy"
Waltz When think OF Il as com.
Ing from you Why. chiI6, you did
Infinitely better In high school, Isn't
that right, mother7"
1T seems so to me-" Mrs. Bromley
agreed solemnly.
OH oh! OH" the Bromley daugh.
tiers screamed in hysterical unison.
DON'T Don't say another word,"
Albertine pleaded, with tears rolling
Into her dimplcs. IT'S out OF Emor.
sons essay on Experience daddy
Just straight Emcrson!"
"Emerson'" The eyes OF tho fa-
ther bulgcd.
You plaginrizsd' gasped Mrs.
Bromley.
"oh. no; I'm going TO tell him to
morrow"
There was long silence. The girls
began to feel nervous. Then. with a
red face, Bromley pushed back his
chair
That teachers n chump!" no do.
clared. savascly. mot TO know Emcr.
son!"