Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1909-02-24

princes and prin-
cesses of their fancy, and there was
no denying that a real one was ever
| so much more satisfactory.
When Miss Dare first dawned on
the view of Margery and Peggy she
was Immediately acclaimed an an
gel. The idea was not a new one,
however, for it had been voiced of her
| generally ever since-well, ever since
she had come into the world to be the
object of loving dispute among count
less aunts and uncles, not to mention
! grandparents and neighbors and
friends and-but that is what the
| story is about.
From this time on Miss Dare was the
recipient of the ardent devotion Of two
little girls. It was expressed in the
most unexpected ways, from the be-
stowal of a rescued and bedraggled
puppy to sticky and decidedly doubt
full looking samples of their united eff
forts at fudgemaking.
All went with comparative smooth
ness until they" came-"they' being
an assortment of young men who were
/ plOnS W Qcl1CS dIlGnQd1CS upOu v ~
toria. They were all duly inspected
by Margery and Peggy, and privately
approved of or disapproved of, as the
case might be. Safety lay in numbers,
however, and nothing serious was APP
pretended until the matter was sifted
down to two, the others having been
promptly relegated to the none too ex-
elusive station of brother"
With the usual keen observance of
their tender years, the small neigh
bors were quick to discover that on
Wednesday morning there was wont
to be seen with disturbing regularity
quantity of American beauty roses
at Miss Dare's home. With unusual
penetration, they discovered that these
invariably followed the Tuesday even
ing calls of one Arthur Lee. With
equal persistency and in equal profu-
sion appeared on Friday mornings the
pink roses following the Thursday
evening calls of one Joseph Jeffreys.
At first both were regarded with un-
disguised hostility by two pairs of
| childish eyes, but gradually, by their
clever management of brides in the
way of candy, this sentiment was re.
duced to sort of tolerant friendship
Things were progressing favorably,
when one day Margery was heard to
say with considerable heat: Anyhow,
if some one is bound to marry Miss
Dare, 1 do hope it will be Mr.. Lee.
1 always have liked 'em best with light
hair in fairy tales
AS it happened, Peggy had always
been keenly partial to dark-haired he
roes, and Mr. Jeffreys' choice of can
dy being much to her taste, she 10y
ally waged wordy war in his de-
Tense.
After that there was no longer true
unity in their friendship. Margery
was addicted to noting the superior
ity of American beauties over pink
roses, while Peggy upheld the other
side of the argument.
Much to the amusement of Victoria,
they would, with an elaborate show OF
innocence, try to. discover which of
the two was the favored one. Miss
Dare showed a surprising willingness
to discuss each in turn with studied
impartiality.
There came a morning-a Thursday
morning-when, contrary to her usual
custom, Miss Dare received Margery
and Peggy in her own rooms up
stairs. Soon she was conscious of
two pairs of eager eyes regarding
Iprofusion of violets about the room.
This discovery was rapidly followed
by the question:
"Oh. who sent the lovely violets,
Miss Dare?"
Victoria hesitated a moment, then
laughingly answered:
'Why, dear, the Wednesday night
man"
For time the enm1ry of Margery
and Peggy was at rest, and they again
had a common interest--the mysteri-
Gus Wednesday night man. Miss Dare,
however, evinced a supreme indiffer-
ence to such an interesting subject.
At last they came to the conclusion
that she didn't care a bit for him. ''Be~
cause" said the knowing Margery,
"she never talks about him as she
does about Mr.. Lee"
Because" declared Peggy, "she
doesn't keep his flowers in the front
windows as she does the pink roses"
So they were convinced of the hope
Iessness of the case of the Wednesday
might man.
But there came a time when both
agreed that grown-up people really did
the most unexpected things; for both
the red and the pink roses ceased to
|. Icome, and the florist seemed to know
nothing but violets.
!. Again Margery and Peggy took up
common cause, and this time it was
that of the Wednesday night man.
A Fair Investment.
Mrs. Homespun Indignantly
Here's n article saws that in Formo-