The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1910-01-21

glad to laugh at the little girls petl-
.ion-though with a tremor that was
half hysterical. Il don't know any
thing about it., she said. Il will buy
him anything that he wants, that is
good for him; but, oh, dear, what
mess he is in! Your lines are not
straight, and you are all over paint.
Do come away from that painted
boy"
"Oh, moyer, let me stay?" cried
Janet, possessiong herself of strong
brush.
1t was perhaps those black brows
Of theirs that gave them such an air
3f determination. Garry did not feel
herself able to cope with the two little
creatures who looked at her with
their fathers eyes. She had to yield
oftener than was good for them or
than she felt to be becoming. She
took the usual expedient of hurrying
in to her husband to consult him as
to what it was best to do. He was
In his library, and she had no doubt
be was hard at work. It was gen
orally with some little difficulty and
after some delay that on ordinary oc-
casions he had to be gently beguiled
into his own same room after
luncheon, but he had gone to-day
with an a1acrity which made Garry
sure he had some new ideas to put
down And her heart was light and
full of satisfaction. He was seat
at his table leaning over it, so busy
that he did not hear the door open,
and she paused there for moment,
happiness expanding her breast,
and smile of tender pleasure on her
face. She would not interrupt him
when he was busy with any trivial
matter of hers. She stood and
watched him with the purest satis-
faction. Then she stole in quietly, not
to interrupt him, only to look over
his shoulder, to give him perhaps a
kiss of thanks for being so busy.
Poor Garry! What she found when
she approached was that Beaufort's
head was bent with every appearance
Of profound interest over large en-
blazoned book, from which he was
drawing on larger scale upon big
sheet of paper the Beaufort arms.
She breathed forth an "Oh!" of sink
ing disappointment; and he turned
his head.
rs that you, Garry? Look here. I
have got a new toy"
$50 1 perceive" she said. 1t was
oil cho lo 10 TOE
from showing in her eyes; but he
would not have seen them, having
turned back to his work again.
"A moral purpose is a feeble
thing" he said, over his pencil and
compasses. Il began it as lesson
find it quite interesting enough on
its own account. Look here. We
are going to rig you up a flag, as Tom
says, like the Queen"
Poor Carry! How her tender heart
went up and down like a shuttlecock,
IS she stood with her hand on the
back of his chair. Her eyes full of
bitter tears of disappointment; the
thought that it was out of interest in
Tom and love for her that this futile
occupation had been taken up melted
her altogether. How could she al
low, even in her own mind, shadow
Of blame to rest on one so tender and
so good! She laid her hand upon his
shoulder and patted it softly, Ike the
mother Of a foolish, delighted child.
Dear Edward. I almost grudge that
you should think of so many things
for me-" she said.
My dear, it was not primarily for
you, but as lesson to Tom," he said,
fixing the leg of his compass firmly in
the paper you must take him to
his place, as he calls it, Garry. But,
[ confess that for the moment I had
forgotten my object, To give moral
lesson is fine thing; but it's nothing
to the invention of a new toy"
To be Continued.