Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1910-04-19

"PhyII1S. Wnat ulu you nave " pay
that m,isician:" she asked.
"WeIl. his price is a thousand dol
lars"
Good gracious!'
"But l got him for $3.50. promised
the Advance would help him."
"Seven fifty for playing twice. I'D
rather hear the band" Mrs. Nolan bit
of another grape.
"You don't understand. nlanlml. Ev.
erybody's wild over that violinist."
ut seems there wasn't nobody wild
enough to come here"
''There wasn't anybody. spoke
Phyllis, correcting her mother.
well. was there" retorted the
mother as she dropped the grape skin
In another vase.
"Oh, DEAR" Phyllis walled disconso-
lately as she seated herself before a
small stand. don't rub 1t In. mamma!
l can't help it."
"Now. who's blaming you. child?"
consoled the mother. "rherc. don't
cry. I'm not so disappointed about
myself, but | can't bear to see you
snubbed right and left. You are good
enough to 70 with any of these people.
and you shall too. It's that newspaper
that's ut the bottom OF It. People
won't have it. or us because of it. and
! mean to tell your father so too. And
that's why these at homes Is no
good"
"Are no good. mamma" tearfully.
.'Well. are they? 1t would have been
better to rut your $3.50 into suffra-
getting That's what gets you In with
the right people-not that care to
vote. but don want the men 10 say
l can't"
Sylvester Dolan interrupted the con-
versHtion betwee mother and daugh-
ter by appearing before them with his
bosom friend. Max Powell. who be-
lieved himself to have the markings OF
a master poet. 1t was with deepest
pride that the Nolan sou presented
Powell. long haired. sallow faced and
seedily dressed. TO his mother and sis
ter. Sallow faced: Indeed. his cOuD-
tenance had that sickiy greenish vel
low hue that comes from long de-
vouring OF the muses. and long alb
stinence from the devouriug of food.
Hello. mammal" he cried enthusi-
astically. Here's friend of mine
want you TO know-Mr. Powell. the
poet"
How do you do, Mr.. Powell? You
look as If it would be easy for you to
write poetry. DO you know. poetry
just sets me wild!'
sylvester patted Powell on the back.
"Well. this lads going to make
big noise in poetry some day. Phyllis.
you must have beard of Powell. My
sister. old man.
Wont you have cup Of tea. Mr..
Powell?" invited Mrs. Nolan. visibly
impressed by the presence of poet ut
her home
Powell started confusedly to utter
his thanks. He did not seem over
delighted at the offer.
Sylvester saw the difficulty. Tea"
he exclaimed. "Absinth for Powell!"
Mrs. Nolan expressed her regret at
not having any absinth and left the
room. followed by Phyllis. to arrange
for sonnet hing for Powell to eat. Poor
fellow. He looks hungry" she whis-
pered to Phyllis.
Sylvester caught the poet by the
arm.
Zone minute. Powow." he cautioned.
BE sure you don't mention anything
to the folks about my little actress
friend. don't want them to know
that l am going to take crack at
uplifting the stage. The little girl will
be all right. She'll just make your
libretto hum. She'll fill it with per-
sonali,y. Build up all those weak
places. You know. Powow. there are
some. Where's that poem for her?
Finished yet:'
Eyes. it's here somewhere" fumbling
in Il pocket.
"Have you made it amorous for the
little girl?"
Judge for yourself. OF course tried
10 write in ynllr vein as we'll as could.
SO that there would be no doubt to the
aui llorship."
sylvester read the lines:
Oh, Gueneviere. how sweet my dear!
My spirit scars in dreams denied.
Worlds beyond worlds with thee. my
bride
81 don't like that much" he An
nounced when he had finished.
Bride. Is it necessary to put that in
writing? Besides. it don't sound as II
wrote it. Now. does it. Iowow.
old chap? Tess up"
81 hope II doesn't sound as if wrote
it,"
81 thought you'd see it. Now. change
that and it's a Knockout drop Can't
you change it
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