The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-02-02


speak, but suddenly snapped 1t again.
We'll, taste them. suggested Mr. Ell
liot falling into the spirit of the comedy.
Boscawen gravely went the round of the
small heads, offering sundry remarks and
criticisms.
Il think IN buy this he said: indi nsa
were intent upon his proceedings. 1t ap-
peared that the chubby child knew the de-
tails of the game, and had already tucked
her little hands underneath her in tight
grasp. For 1T is necessary to weigh hon
eypots before the transaction is complete,
as you may well understand. solemnly
the mite was lifted by either arm between
Mr. Elliot and Roscawen. Then she was
dismissed as bought to the other end OF
the room. This action was repeated in
the of others of the children. Then
the purchaser after testing, inquired the
price of stout lady, who smilingly but
definitely refused to be weighed. at which
determination Mr.. Elliot showed signs of
relief. Miss Adamson was then disposed
of in an assorted lot. also unweigned; and
Boscawen approached Mrs. Grogan grave
ly. She had rather prim expression, and
listened with some embarrassment to the
absurd collouuy that was conducted over
her. Bosc:wen haggled He made vari-
Gus objections to this honeypot.
Well, perhaps it's sweeter .,,1 than -, It
try again 4 feint Of testing brought
wry and doubtful look to his face. Mrs.
Grogan's face was also somewhat wry.
Very we'll, I'm have this this one too" he
concluded with resignation.
The children laughed and clapped ther
hands Mrs. Grogan did not
please clasp your hands beneath your
knec--so. said Boscawen.
After a momcntary hesitation. Mrs. Gro
gan did So hut either she casped them
with intirm purpose. or the action of the
weighers was too abrupt: for she slipped
as they lifted her and fell sideways upon
!. benevolent stout gentleman. who was
beaming at the scene through his glasses.
''Dear-dear met he gasped. Dear
Mrs Grogan eNtricated herself with the
prompt assistance of Mr.. Elliot and his
fellow bungler. and retired in dudgeon
Il think I'll have this one without tast-
ing. said Eoscawen, cycling Miss Ilar-
lowe. NO, I'd like to taste he amend.
ed seeing her ,; sq te shs fly Ssrtdiny live
full price. Hands. please
Betty obeyed blushing and Mr.. Elliott
displayed great eagerness; Between the
two men she hung SUSPENDED: My y, fingers fingers
Mr.. Elliot leaned nearer in solicitude, but
they gave way on Boscawen's side. and
he only saved her from \. falling . oy catch &c
Mr.. Elliot glowered, but Betty didn't
She blushed.
r 1T even follies must come to an end
ID Roscnwen was feeling hungry and Won
dered when he would be given any sup
When n say go all a, the h n, rush
1t here George made his protest
against this way of playing honeypots
But the move Se seemed popular among the
aud took cover. Boscawen himself
fled in the direction of the supper
room. The lights. were low there but he
succeeded in getting plate of cold chick
en-, but before he could start it, Miss Bet
ty entered with rush.
..oh, you are here" she cried in evil
dent embarrassment and concern. II don't
h,yff hnr ts hnr
man come to entertain the children. He
says he's the one. Boscawen laid down
his fork There, l knew | should never
get my supper, he said sadly, and did
it all for that
Miss Harowe looked at him strangely.
wonderingly but not at. all frightened
.'Ddn't you- aren't you
IAN imposter. Miss Betty. plead guilty,
and throw myself on your mercy. l
lost my way. was to have dined with
two friends in this road, and couldn't
] starving AS matter of fact.
am still starving he said plaintively
.You-you had better go, please said
Betty anxiously. My aunt knows by this
..oh yes, I'd better CO." said Boscawen
hurriedly. I'm a bit afraid of your
aunt.
He got up and went to the door, putting
on his overcoat. A considerable noise came
from the inner rooms:
Go, GO pleaded Betty. almost tragi-
caly Her niue hahd almost unconscious
ly pushed him
You won't give me up to Justice" he
asked. II wonder why. william
you know: one of those people you read
of in the papers with false pretenses, who
go to prison. ! ought to go to prison
The word seemed to alarm her. oh.
she cried. please:
..You don't want me in PRISON. he
said I'm glad. Well. don't think l
shall go ! will only go out into the cold
night leaving-my supper untouched.
did work hard for my supper Miss Bet
ty, didn't 1: But ! don't really mind the
supper. Leaving" He had managed to
secure the trembling, unconscious hand,