Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1911-08-16
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i giggled, quite without reference to re-
marks made by anyone or to the mar
/ quisette blouse upon which she was
embroidering an elaborate design.
The other members of the sewing cir
Gle looked up inquiringly.
We'll? demanded young Mrs. ALI
son, suspiciously HAS anyone said
something funny or is it last weeks
joke taking root?"
The fluffy haired blonde nodded en-
phatically. How clever you are, Co.
leste!" she said. That's it, exactly.
I was terribly annoyed at the time,
but all Of sudden just now / saw
hcw funny it was"
TIL repeated young Mrs Allison,
with growing scorn. Tt!' Try to be
coherent, my love. We are waiting
to advise you on the subject"
WELL" said the fluffy haired blonde,
with another giggle, you know my
little brother
''The proverbial small boy" MUIR
INJURED young Mrs. Allison, with a
groan.
"L'enfant terrible" put in the girl
who affected French quotations.
The fluffy haired blonde scowled at
them both, impartially. Just a plain
little BROTHER she corrected, with
sternness. His name is Edward and
most of you know him perfectly we'll.
Now, am 1 telling this story or am 1
not?"
The girl who affected French quo
tatiOns retired to her fancy work with
offended dignity, but young Mrs. ALI
son beamed with visible JOY at have
] ing a drawn heated retort eco on,
DEAR" she urged, sweetly. 1--WE love
to hear you prattle Of your innocent
baby brother"
The fluffy haired blonde smiled in
turn. Baby brother is going into
long trousers before school opens in
the fall" she informed them. "As for
his being innocent-oh, well, it wasn't
his fault this time, anyway.
"You know she went on, che has
big yellow brute of a cat he calls
Saunders, though I'm sure | don't
know why"
81 do" said young Mrs. Allison. She
nodded around the sewing circle,
meaningly. I'VE lived in the same
block with Saunders for a year. He's
canny, let me tell you. I know that
i cat personally He used to lick the
tops Of my cream bottles of a morn
/ ing-never the milk bottles. But l
didn't argue the matter with him, be-
cause I was always too much awed by
! his apparent contempt for the whole
human race When he walked down
the back steps and went over the
/ fence the very flip of his tail was elo-
! quent Of his low opinion of the quality
of my cream. Moreover, l was forced
to agree with him." she added.
WELL" said. the fluffy haired blonde,
gravely, 81 believe you're right. Saun-
/ ders is not-um-open to argument,
but he scorns deception and he's
1 shrewd. He eats our neighbours
squads by the dozen, but he eats
/ them in broad daylight, when the
neighbor hesitates to wiring his neck
as 1 should. But Edward loves him
with a positively touching devotion
and has him in the library every eve.
ming at study time.
Might before last, however, the
Desseltons were dining with US, and
both Mrs. Desselton and Ernestine
are mortally- afraid of cats. Ernestine
shrieks if one comes into the room
and Mrs Desselton likes one about as
much as you like a snake. So Ed
VIZ DIS little playmate was put in the
! garage and the garage door supposed
ly was shut. Very likely it was really
shut, too, for there are score of con-
venient cracks around the floor and
! the windows which an enterprising
cat can get through, though Edward
maintains learnedly that no feline will
attempt to escape through any hole
where his Whiskers touch.
Anyway, we had all gone into the
/ library after a comfortable dinner and
father was entertaining us with the
/ hopes of his summer fishing trip.
Mother had just gone upstairs to get
a picture to show Mrs. Desselton
when the bell rang and the maid
brought me a card. It was Mr.. S.
Bennington Saunders, who has come
here from the east to live, you know.
Il slipped through the drawing
room to meet him and bring him in
for an introduction, and just as l got
half way in and he was approaching
with a bland smile and an out
stretched hand I heard mothers re-
turning step on the stair and mothers
horrifc voice from the landing.
'Edward!' she cried Edward!
Saunders has got in. Come and put
him out at once. Hurry, tell you'll"
The fluffy haired blonde laughed
ruefully. Edward came" she said.
For myself, [ had only time to gasp
once.
"There before me stood S. Benning-
ton Saunders, with one hand out
stretched, but paralyzed with dismay.
His face turned from a sickly white
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