New-York tribune., 1911-03-26

think of me, wouldn't dare to guess, and if
! hadn't called her Lady Cucumber | expect Oh
Lordy. here she comes now.
lied heard the rustic Of stiff silk and the heavy
IL step on the hardwood floor as as | had.
and he'd grabbed his bag and hat before YOU could
think twice But al that he was too late; for there
loomin up solid and massive between the drapcrc>.
is a fat purple faced old party with hard cold look
in her eyes. gain at stern and dlSapproVn.
Under one arm she's luggn fat, whcczy. little old
pug dog. and as She reaches for her lorgncttc She
drops him on the floor. Pa Jackson stands there
s,arin' at her with his mouth hall open, like he'd
been hypnoizcd
Ugh" says She takin a >quint at him. THAT
OdiouS person again.
"Yes'm." says ne. bowin awkward.
~Humph!' She snorts; and then. turnin' to me,
She snaps out "WhO are Won. pray:
Guilty says |. Il mean I'm Just Torchy. Hon
est Lady, don't belong To- the family. I'm Waijin
to leave a christcnin' present for the kid.
KID. She gasps. Another odiouS person.
"Ycp," says |, number two"
"llumph. she Snorts again, and with that She
sail, between towards the conservatory the fat
pug wheczin' along behind.
Where the Boston bull terrier had been concealed
all this time expect III never know; but he must
have been on the scent and lawn for puggv for al
of a sudden he Scoot> through the Jump, lands
on the pug with all four feet and his mouth open,
and for the next few seconds the libry was an cX
CItin place. There grOWlS from the terrier, and
hoWs and ki-yiS and tocnai ScratChn by the pug wit
Lady Collamcr Squealin for help and hoppin roun
wrngin her hands.
Being right the spot, it up to me and Pa Iac;
son: and ! must say that the calm way the old gen
dove in and grabbed The terrier by the neck all t
the scientific Between my pullin away at the pug, an
Pa IackSons pryin open the terriers teeth with hi
fingers. the heroic rescue was made in record time.
Having his fun spoiled in that fashion made the BoS
bull ugly and he starts in to chew up the o
sports wrist. But Pa Jackson WAS a dog tanner iron
up the creek He proceeds shake off the pup, and a
he drops him he executes neat kick if he
star puntcr on some college eleven And by the TIM
the yclp, had died out the terrier gets nearer the
attic and the butler and three maids has been sent 4
lock him up, and the pug has been restored the pro
extend her vote Of thanks. There's dcnyin too
but that She did il generous and handsome
And so, She says. after that of her mind, "yot
are the father Of Evclyns husband are you:"
"Ycs. Lady Cu-Cull-" begins Pa Jackson, tryin' t,
make a society bow and get the name straight at the
same time.
"Coamcr7 says She hcpin' him out. And fo
Heavens sake stop bobbing your head that way, 81
down too. both Of you"
Well we sat, Pa Jackson only vcnturin' to squat OF
the edge Of his chair, and still holdn his hat.
incoming about the house with that travelling bag Yo,
not thinking Of leaving before the chrstcnn.
ceremony, were YOU;
"Why-cr-yc-ccS,' says Pa Jackson
What" She cxplodcs glarin At him.
"\o, no; not at al. says he. i waS-cr-that is
"Ah back up" says l. brcakn in. you know yo,
wrc beating it; YOU told me So"
"Ah-Aa!' says She. And for what reason, should
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