The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-07

nues of service. They began read
ing a book-and they had to fin
ish it. She was fond of fishing.
She wanted to explore the upper
reaches of the river; and they
spent long days on the stream.
Mrs. Stott was afraid OF the water
and still more afraid of Virginia
and they went alone, while that
good lady wrote verses and mailed
them to heartless publishers.
How can she do such things?"
said Virginia, one day.
why not?" inquired Theodore.
They sound good deal like
like the other poets"
But she's 500 puddingy!"
urged Virginia. And she has a
mustache!"
That" said he, advancing the
spark, would not seem material.
Shakespeare had one."
Virginia was trailing her hand
through the water, and looking at
the bubbles.
"a great engineer" said she.
but you don't shine in literary
criticism"
"Was it that kind?" he queried.
Virginia drew in her hand. The
implied rebuke stung her.
"Of course, I'm a nasty little
ZntI oh St@ Find fanlf pytt
you are not to jump on me like
that, unlike. l won't have it. Now,
take your old big handkerchief
and wipe my hand. It's awfully
cold with the wind blowing on it,"
Theodore complied, and held the
hand a moment-to warm it. She
drew it away gently, and with a
smile.
We'll have Mrs. Stott go
home" said he. 81 should have
known"
Nov, please, uncle" said she,
don't be mad! want her. And
I'll try to resist her inflamed SEN
timents. She doesn't bother bit
I'll say that for her"
So Mrs. Stott STAYED, a most un-
safe duenna under the circum-
stances. And Theodore stayed
also. There were so many things
to do. Craighead's kilograms
came in from the east, still Del
phic in significance. One report
fho4 Nnuy Vnrly nronf In
surrounded" another, that the
country would soon be "gridiron-
ed" Theodore was deaf to voices
from the outer world. A letter
from Harrod, proving that the
news of his return had reached
the cabin in the dunes, lay on the
old escritoire one morning. Theo-
dore inserted a paper-knife in the
envelope, half cut it open-and
saw Virginia's dress glimmering
outside. The half opened letter
fell to the desk and Uncle Theo-
dore leaped out on the veranda.
She came up to the gallery, and
leaned her chin on the rail.
Morning, uncle!" said she.
"Have you slept well?"
Fine"
"You don't look it," said she.
your eyes look dull. You de-
vote too much time to business
while your family is asleep, don't
your"
Uncle" thought of the unopen-
ed letter, the unanswered tele-
grams, the neglected business, Mr.
Waddy's money, the uncompleted
aeronef, the sleepless nights, tor
mented by-not business, at all,
not business! Decidedly not!
81 slept too soundly," said he.
whats the program for today?"
She wanted some magnolia bios
SONS. Uncle Theodore thought
there might be some down about
Weeks Bay, where they came
early.
PUT on your hat" said he.
Have Chloe pack up luncheon,
and we'll go down."
"Done!" cried she. you're the
best of uncles! Let's to break
fast! Can't we catch a speckled
trout?"
I'VE ought to get all we want"
said Theodore.
"And cook him over a fire?"
Certainly" said Theodore.
And soft-shelled erabs-we'll
have a great day."
Happy, happy YOUTH" said
Mrs. Stott--and sighed.
"Uncle Theodore" said Vir-
ginia, lis neither youthful nor
happy-he must have nerve spe-
cialist or quit splitting his coffee!"
"Some pangs are more delicious
than JOY" said Mrs. Stott, scru-
tinizing Theodore until he was
half wild. "Pangs of spring,
youth and sweet fellowship!
Continued Tomorrow
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