The citizen., 1911-06-16

Uncle Johns Sense of Hurnor
Copyright. 1917. by Associated Literary Press.)
By RUBY BAUGHMAN

says and by that time he's forgotten
what it was she ~aid."
The man with the sombrero flushed
with shame over this account of so
unappreciative member of his sex.
Perhaps he never met the one wo.
man." he hesitatingly offered in ex.
tenuation.
Maybe" answered the guide of this
personally conducted party. "He has
sense enough about other things. Now
that raisin plant is modelled after one
OF his"
Margaret Jagged farther and farther
behind out of hearing.
An salley. lined with golden pyra.
mids of oranges, opened before her.
| Mr. Livingston might listen until
nightfall or hoarseness silenced Uncle
John; she escaped and found refuge
from the situation, if not from herself.
IN her quiet hotel room.
Refreshed by bath and fortified by
a fresh gown she awaited the arrival
Of her uncle and aunt Uncle John
came into the parlor excitedly discuss
ing the probability of finding her here
as he opened the door.
Margaret murmured something about
having stepped into a side aisle to
look at some very beautiful prunes
and thus losing her way. Uncle John
assured her Of his regret. Aunt Eliza
was silent. The stranger looked un-
comfortable, almost embarrassed.
Mr., Livingston is stopping here
too, so he'll take dinner with u.s." ex-
planned Uncle John, as they departed
to make ready for that meal.
Wondering how it would all end she
made her way with her chattering
relatives to the table in the small din
ing-room. She was grateful for the
chilling presence of black and white
automaton of waiter. He seemed, in
some way, a means of postponement
of the moment of judgment.
"And what time do you put the corn
crop usually?" she heard Uncle John
say. With unbelieving ears she heard
the answer:
oh, at the end of the rainy season
in February or March, as rule"
lowa's rainy season, in March!
Margaret gasped in anticipation of
Uncle Johns scathing remarks. Uncle
John had spent his boyhood on an
Iowa farm. But he only inquired fur
ther:
Il didn't suppose the ground would
be ready to work so early in the
spring"
oh, yes, it's muddy sometimes, and
disagreeable to handle-too soft in
fact"
Margaret closed her eyes and caught
glimpse of an Iowa corn field in
March-the grayish-yellow stalks
sticking up through four or five feet of
snow drift. Maliciously, it seemed to
Margaret, did Uncle John lead the con-
fused young informant through tortu-
GUS ways of misinformation
From cocktail to demi tasse the in
quisition lasted. With an almost over
whelming desire to scream, Margaret
finally led the procession of four from
the dining room along endless, red
carpeted corridors to the little sitting
room. A change, even a scene of the
torture, was a welcome rest
81 thought your nephew, Mr.. Jenk-
ins, was coming to take dinner with us
tonight" she said by way of conversa-
ton to Aunt Eliza, to whom she sup
posed the amply-proportioned shadow
beside her on the window curtain be-
longed.
He did," slowly answered the voice
of the blunderer about corn crops and
Iowa harvests.
In wild-eyed amazement Margaret
faced him.
"He-and-you are" she gasped.
Yes, he did and am"
And the fruit ranch and the"
Words failed her in the recollection of
Uncle Johns minute description of the
Jenkins homestead.
YES" very carefully, as one on un-
safe treading, but I'm not the mis-
ogamist. Uncle John"
And Uncle John made Aunt Eliza
keep still. Those two old geese are
up in their room laughing their old
eyes out. He loves joke better than
a good meal of Aunt Elizas own cook
ing"
Uncle John loves a joke! Why,
thought Uncle John had no-and now
he'll think-youll all think
Uncle John has asked me to go for
visit with them and you to their
ranch in order that l may tell you
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