Los Angeles herald., 1910-11-13

first cousin to a hornpipe."
If Celia's whistling put the piccolos
out of commission, Thomas McLeod's
surely made the biggest flutes hunt
their holes. He could actually whistle
bass.
When he stopped, Celia was ready
to jump into the delivery wagon and
ride with him clear to the end of the
pier and on to the ferryboat of the
Charon line.
"I'll be around tomorrow at 1915"
said Thomas, with some spinach and
a case of carbonic."
"I'll practice that what-you-may-
call-it," said Celia. 81 can whistle
fine second"
The processes of courtship are per-
sonal and do not belong to general lit
erature. They should be chronicled in
detail only in advertisements of iron
tonics and in the secret bylaws of the
Woman's Auxiliary of the Ancient Or
der of the Rat Trap. But genteel writ
ing may contain d description of GER
tain stages of its Progress without in
truding upon the province of the x ray
or of park policemen.
A day came when J'homas Mcleod
and Celia fingered at the end of the
latticed passage"
sixteen a week isn't much" said
Thomas letting his cap rest on his
shoulder blades.
Celia looked through the lattice work
and whstled a dead march. Shopping
with Aunt Henrietta the day before,
she had paid that much for dozen
handkerchiefs.
maybe I'll get a raise next month"
said Thomas. "Ill be around tomorrow
at the same time with bag of flour
and the laundry soap"
"All right" said Celia. 'Annette's
ma rriad cousin naVS OOlV S20 a month
for a flat in the Bronx"
Never for a moment did she count
on the Spraggins money. She knew
Aunt Henrietta's invincible pride of
caste and pas mightiness as Colos-
sus of cash, and she understood that If
she chose Thomas she and her grocer's
young man might go whistle for their
living.
Another day came, Thomas violating
the dignity of Nabob avenue with 1.-The
Devils Dream whistled keenly be-
tween his teeth.
day." he said. "Been pricing flats
around Morningside. You want to start
untying those apron strings and. un-
pinning that cap, old girl"
"Oh, Tommy" said Celia, with her
broadest smile. won't that be
enough? I got Betty to show me how
to make a cottage pudding. I guess
wanted to-"
"And tell no lie," said Thomas.
"And 1 can sweep and polish and
dust-of course a parlor maid learns
that. And we could whistle duets of
evenings"
"The old man said he'd raise me to
twenty at Christmas If Bryan couldn't
think of any harder name to call a
Republican than a 'postponer, said
the grocer's young man.
"I can sew" said Celia; land know
that you must make the gas company's
man show his badge when he comes to
look at the meter; and know how to
put up ounce jam and window cur
tains.'
"Bully! you're all right, Cele. Yes.
1 believe we can pull it off on eighteen"
AS he was jumping into the wagon
the second parlor maid braved discov-
Nv by running swiftly to the gate.
and, OH Tommy, I forgot" she
called, softly, "I believe I could make
your neckties."
Forget it," said Thomas decisively.
"And another thing" she continued,
"sliced cucumbers at night will drive
away cockroaches."
"And sleep, too, you bet" said Mr.
Mcleod. Eyes, 1 believe if l have
delivery to make on the west side this
afternoon I'll look in at furniture
store I know over there"
1t was just as the wagon dashed
away that old Jacob Spraggins struck
the sideboard with his fist and made
the mysterious remark about $4,000
that you perhaps remember. Which
justifies the reflection that some stories
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