Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-11-18


didn't get to come to the table"
He turned his attention to his sis
ter.
Little sis. please 60 In and ask
mother or many to bring out glass
of milk or a glass Of wine for this
visitor dasnt 60 myself for fear
he'll run away"
The Judge presented his right hand
Imply to the girl (the boy was still
clasping his left) and a sudden thrill
swept over him. The physical contact
OF loving, palpitating childhood called
to him with the voice of nature.
Al this juncture a graceful figure
carrying a tray appeared upon the
walk. Her resemblance to the little
girl proclaimed the mother Her man
ner was as cordial as the boys.
The Judge rose and bowed and STAN
mered something. while the boy
brought from behind the tree wobbly
rustic stand upon which his mother
put the tray.
| Conversation became general and
for the first time in his life Judge Hol.
combe shone at an impromptu enter.
tainment. He paid the lady old-fash.
Toned compliments upon her home and
her children-upon the milk and the
wine, both of which he recklessly
drank and finally added: "Dimples-
Dimples-dear me-quite an extraor.
binary name for a boy. Is It not? But
like It'll"
Her low, sweet laughter answered
him: "oh, his real name is not Dim.
pies. 1t is pet name. We southern
people are given tn them. 1t seems
such pity. his father says. for boy
to have all the dimples instead of his
sister"
I never thought much about dim
PIES" the Judge replied, but now that
my attention is called to the matter.
/ must say that l think they are de-
cidedly attractive in boys | think II
Is misfortune they are not more gen.
orally practised-T mean possessed"
4 His host beamed upon the company
You see, mother, he can talk very
nicely. knew he would after he got
acquainted
The Judge had wide reputation as
an after dinner speaker and his pollti.
cal orations were not unknown to
fame, but this tribute of his new friend
touched him more than the encomiums
of the press. He exerted himself to
interest the lady and the child, and
take his leave.
Madam" he said, you have given
me unique experience, practical ex
hibition of the southern hospitality o!
which we hear so much. My name is
Holcombe."
Dimples pricked up his ears.
"Oh, mother! Mother. he's got my
middle name. Maybe we can claim
kin"
What is your full name?" the ole
man cried with an odd break In his
| voice
II Jeremiah Holcombe Grey. Father
Il calls me Jerry when Pm good ant
j when I'm bad he calls me jeremiah Jr
and says I'm like"
: Hush, Dimples," his mother inter
rupted, but the VISITORS face had light
> ed up with a radiance which took ter
, years ago,
when you're bad he call 1t raising
: Cain doesn't he? That was an ancien
: phrase of your fathers when he was I
naughty boy himself-and he tells you
you are like old jeremiah Holcombe
;. who wished to adopt him as his owl
|, son, in whose Office he studied law ant
! with whom he foolishly quarrelet
years ago. Madam, 1t was once par
, of my day dreams that there SHOULD
q be some time upon this earth bo,
. named jeremiah Hoicombe Grey
a Strange that my dream should hav
4 been fulfilled today at an hour whel
life seemed to hold nothing for me-"
:. She would have spoken, the warn
a light Of understanding flooding he
\ beautiful face, but he raised his hand
q Not now. When your husband re
; turns tell him that there is lionel
old man at the hotel who longs t
q know that bygones may be bygones
Tell him to forgive me and let me fol
It give him."