Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-03-17
LORE

and that seems the trouble, don't It?
Now here are you
Il wish to goodness you'd let me
alone"
mo, Jack" she retorts, with a fine
affectation of sorrowful candor. IT
is the duty of every sister who pos.
sesses duffer for brother to give
that brother good counsel and advice,
and I'm engaged in it now and she
shows her snow-white teeth in a
smile. Here are you, just seventeen,
lanky--I beg your pardon. tall, |
meant-and well made. with even q
faint promise of a mustache-"
He laugh and kicks at the tomb
stone again, and she swings her leg
aside.
We'll made, strong and-stupid.
The only thing you are fit for is the
army; but you can't get there, can
you? You can play cricket, and swim,
and ride, and do all sorts of things
that aren't of the least use in earning
money, but you can't pass an examina-
ton, not the simplest, nary one, can
you Jaek?"
His silence and the manner in which
he throws the piece of moss over the
wall are answer enough.
You get plucked every time, don't
you? The good people who arrange
these things have come to the con
c1usion that they want men with
brains in the army, and you-and T.
haven't got as much brains as old
Goodall, the gardener, have we? Why
man should want brains to go and
shoot people, or to be shot at, rather
beats me; but 1t is so, isn't it, Jack?
AnG-there you are, you knowi"
Whats all this coming tor he
growiingly inquiries, not unnaturally,
"and what are you driving at?''
I'm not driving at anything. I'm
only putting the case plainly, and try
ing to cheer you up, Jack"
Cheer me up?"
than hayil1 the case stated plainly"
she goes on with an arch glance; "and
in addition to being duffer, Jack, you
are also extravagant."
"Extravagant! I like your cheek
Lorrie-"
do you? How nice Of you! You
may kiss it, il you like, Jack" and
with assumed innocence she puts her
head sideways invitingly.
ooh, bother!' he exclaims. you
know what I mean"
"Oh, see; cheek is slang for i'm
haven't spent your quarters allow
pudence! Oh, no; you are not extrav-
agant-not by any means. You
anee, and got into debt, and lost
money to that odious chum of
yours"
who's slangy now? Chum! Let me
tell you, my child, that Guy Kendale
is anything but odious!"
He is odious to me-" she says, i'm
periously. her eyes flashing and a
dash of color coming into her cheeks
which makes the dark eyes look like
diamonds washed in dew. IF it hadn't
been for him you would have passed
this exam: you were always starting
of somewhere with him and getting in
to mischief instead of sticking to your
reading"
"A fellow can't live with his nos
glued to books"
"And then he CANDLES, and he al
ways manages to win"
"Oh, no, he doesn't; he lost pot
of money to Harry Treyanion the
other night"
lose, which amounts to the same
thing, Jack, SO far as you are con-
cerned. Then, l suppose he drinks"
Il never saw Guy Kendale drunk
in my life
"A man who drinks needn't get
drunk. But didn't hear father say
that he had heard there had been five
champagne suppers at the barracks in
one week.
We'll, and if there were? What are
the fellows to do? It's beastly dull
life, Lorrie, can tell you; a fellow
must do something to amuse himself!"
"All right, Only Jack, it appears to
me-did you ever hear the story of the
china cup and the iron saucepan
"Oh, bother!"
"The china cup thought it could sail
down the stream in the company of a
friend called iron saucepan, but I'M
fortunately, they came into coils.
ion, and It's all very well, Jack.
but you are the china cup and Lord
Guy the iron saucepan. The moral"
"Oh, bosh. tell you what it is,
Lorrie, believe your chief objec-5
tion to Guy Kendale is that he hap
pens to be viscount. If he were the
son Of a parson or q sweep, you
wouldn't mind so much: but it's just
because his fathers an earl
ITS a wicked story" she retorts.
And it has nothing to do with it.
You're republican, if You only
knew it,
Am +? don't know what it is.
As to your friend being viscount,
that's got nothing to do with the ar
gument. which is that he is rapidly
leading YOU, my dear Jack. to the
Old Harry
NONSENSE
.oh nonsense is it? All right. But
what's going to be the end OF IT.
JACKIE You know how fearfully hard
up we are. If you'd seen Greta's face
when the butchers bill came in yes