The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1911-08-03

Teacher Who Considered Himself a
Poet.
highly decorative effects are not quite
what Lucy has at home"
why, those are works of art"
Here's General Blazes to see you,
Harry" called Carolyn from the hall
way.
Come right in, general!" Harry
said. General Blazes, pompous, irasci-
bic and dignified, was Harry's attor-
ney in several matters having to do
with the estate left him by his ia
Their. He entered the room as gravely
and as impressively as though he
were approaching, the bench of the
United States Supreme court, and
said:
Good morning, boy. Here"-taking
packet from his inside pocket
here are the deeds, all duly signed
and sealed. believe you will need
no further advice from me-"
Thank you, general" Harry said,
taking the documents. That's mighty
good of you. appreciate your kind.
ness in bringing them in yourself"
No trouble at all, assure you. I
was passing on my way to my Offices"
Wont you have a little nip o.
something to strengthen you for the
walk?"
mo, thank you. am rather in
haste. | am slightly worried about
Mrs. Blazes."
Worried? Why. l trust she is not
ILL.,"
mot at all. She left early today, to
shop for sick friend"
Shopping for sick friend"
chuckled Harry. Are they having
special sales of sick friends?"
The general ignored the jest, as, In.
deed. he ignored all jests.
After that" he continued, "she was
going to attend luncheon where the
ladies were to meet this Count Won
Fitz. who is such social lion now"
I've heard of him."
WELL" the general remarked, ''I am
dallying here when l should be hasten
ing on. My wife should have been at
home by this time. BY the way,
don't believe you have met Mrs.
Blazes."
II met two of your wives at differ
ent times" Harry smiled; for the mat
rimonial experiments of the general
were subjects of much comment.
She's not one of the two" the gen.
eral replied. They left me by way
of Reno long ago. I'm not a BAN dit
sorry"
Harry laughed again, for when the
general became excited it was his
habit to get his words twisted, some
times with ludicrous effect
The general regarded Harry's
amusement with calm disapproval.
MY boy" he said, dropping his
hand on Harry's shoulder, "let me give
you one bit Of good advice-not legal
When you marry for the third time"
"But l haven't married my first
yet" Harry protested.
You will, however. And when you
marry for the third time, don't marry
a young. beautiful woman"
'Don't?"
mo. Don't. Half the time she's
have you making fam dool of your
self"
Having delivered himself of this
sage observation the general stalked
to the door. turned and babe Harry
farewell, and started out, to bump
against woe-begone person, who was
coming in at the same moment.
Il beg your pardon, humbly!"
exclaimed the newcomer, in a thin,
high, weepy voice.
"Br-r-r-r!" grumbled the general,
brushing by him.
The newcomer glided in His long,
dank hair hung down to his collar, his
white, thin hands plucked with melan-
choly grace at the roycroft tie he was
wearing, and his eyes, which were
set deep in his head, cleaned weirdly.
"Alas!" he said, at is you'll"
You're good guesser, Primmer,"
Harry said, grasping his hand. I'm
glad you could come to see u.s."
Socrates Primmer, a distant cousin
of Lucy, and a school teacher who
considered himself poet, had ac-
cepted Harry's off-hand invitation to
come and visit him at the same time
as Lucy and her father were to come.
Harry had not dreamed that Primmer
would come, for he knew Primmer
had long considered himself a sutton
for the hand of the demure Quakeress.
Nevertheless, here he was. and in the
hand that was not adjusting his neck
tie was held a large hatbox. labeled.
Mile. paphre."
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