Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-04-07
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visit, and breakfast time. Jack is out
side on the lawn. doing something
with fishing rod, and whistling THE
Vagabond" in loud and not alto
gether tuneful manner; Greta is bust
iing-no, that is not the word-glid.
i ing about the room, seeing that every
thing is one the table that should be
there. The rector is putting the final
touches to his toilet and will come
down presently, looking like a piece
of rare old china, or antique lace
delicate. refined, old-worldish.
i Lorrie has not yet been seen, but
for the last half hour since she has
splashed into her cold bath a flood OF
Ilight-hearted melody has foated down
the old oak stairs, denoting that she is
awake and dressing
/ Jack, the bell has rung."
i "All right. / say. look here, Greta!
Who has been fooling about with my
fishing tackle? Here are all my flies
turned topsy-turvy and the lines en-.
tangled. 1t is enough to make man
swear. II there is one thing l like to
keep to myself it is my fly book. Now
who can have been at it,"
I think Lorrie went to it to get a
pair of scissors says Greta, re1uct.
antly.
My fly scissors Of course! missed
EN- directly. and Lorrie, equally. OF
course. Upon my word it's too bad!
Look here Greta; if / get hold of her
workbasket I'll-Pll chuck it in the
river! Ny fly scissors indeed! I'll give
Lorrie bit of my mind"
Don't be rash-don't be too gener.
GUS, Jack!" called out voice from a
window above his head "You haven't
got too much mind to spare, you
know!'
And at the same instant a hair.
brush, thrown with an accurate aim
knocks Jacks cap off.
/ --e drops the rod and hurls back
the brush, which misses the lovely
face looking Gown at him; but breaks
the window instead.
| A~VOh ACAOt A<OIl1C, OuCO lOT oil,
won't have you messing about my fly
book. It's the only thing care for
| IT'S the only book you care for,
quite true. Who wants to touch your
wretched flybook? Why don't you
keep your scissors in another place?
All, Greta! the top of the morning to
you! Breakfast ready! I'm as hungry
as hunter. though Jack has been
whistling. and as everybody knows
who has suffered from it's infection,
Jacks whistling is enough to take
anybody's appetite away. Did you ever
notice, Greta, that whenever man
feels particularly comfortable, he al
ways sings or whistles The Vaga-
bond?'"
do come down. / wish you two
wouldn't be $3.50 wild. That's the
third pane of glass this week, and it
makes papa so angry"
| "Greta, / am compelled to contra.
dict you; papa is never angry. No
man, however given to Wanting. can
say that he has ever seen the Rev.
erend Reginald Latimer angry
Grieved-deeply grieved; dignified-
aWfully dignified, he can be, and of
ten is; but angry-no!"
well, come down the bacon is get.
ting cold"
rs it? Then I'll come down at
once; pig should be eaten warm"
But. Notwithstanding, she stops to
throw an empty matchbox at Jack be-
fore she turns from the window and
runs, or rather leaps, down the few
broad stairs.
Il wish that it were possible for you
to perform your morning toilet with
out quite so much noise, Lorrie. What
with your singing at the top of your
voice upstairs, and Jacks whistling
below in the garden, one begins the
day in kind of whirl. am aware
that should be accustomed to the
he hesitates-"h ullabaloo; but my
nerves are not of the strongest. and at
my time of life one is not DESTROYS of
beginning the day, TOTO put it po-
litely-loud music!"
AT your time of life: Why, pupsie.
regard you as young man! And as
to my singing, / must sing in the
morning or die! You pay your money
| and you tale your choice. AS to Jack,
admit that his whistling is too in
tolerable. Somebody ought to sew his
mouth up till twelve o'clock. Any let
tiers, Greta?'
Yes, there are two letters for ia.
Their. and one for me, Lorrie."
! Greta picked up her letter, ad-
1 dressed in an unknown handwriting
and hastily tore open the envelope. 1t
/ proved to be an invitation to the fam.
lily from Lady Diana Melford request.
ing them to dine at the Pines. She
also mentioned that Lord Kendale
had been asked. -
! When Greta finished reading the
miss:ge her father said:
/ We'll. we shall be glad to accept
the invitation
| you and Greta shall go, father
but / shall not. Guy Melford is q
bore, always fiattering me and paying
other endless compliments. No, thank
youi Better dinner of herbs than q
stalled OK nf the Melford's in such
company"
But yor. forget Lork Kendale.'
says Greta.
On. no. ! don't. but his probable
presence only makes it worse. hal
quite enough of him yesterday. No
!. 81 ..x1ar r&ox, "