El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-04-18

scape-one of those serial pictures
without any beginning or any end,
which could be conveniently issued in
instalments or by the yard.
After one hole had been filled up,
and setting sun introduced on the
horizon, Mr.. Lessey paused to sneeze
six times.
Il believe I'm in for touch of the
flue,'" he said, turning a cloud into
sea gull. "Shan't go out today-shan
stick up here and get this finished
Jovei my head achesi-wonder if old
Sponger will buy it when it is done?
Said he wanted something peaceful
this ought to suit, unless the sunset
is too exciting!"
Perhaps a moon would be better.
darling. If so, do change it, because
because-ohi it'll be awful If this isn't
sold! The butcher is getting so I'M
PATIENT The break in her voice sug-
gested that lshe was weary-with bat
Ting against difficulties.
I'm glad he's only (atishui atishuD.
L should have thought 1t was a case
of goti" replied Jack. moodily, with
noisy punctuation of sneezes.
Lynette sighed and threaded her
needle afresh.
Certainly it was hard lines that after
being married less than two years and
loving each other twice as much as
they did before. these financial trou-
bles should come along and spoil
everything.
And it might have been so different
if only Jack hadn't offended Aunt Jes
sica by accidentally drawing her like
ness when Illustrating a magazine
story He had never meant to repre-
sent the fictional Mrs. Sniggs Ga typi-
~, oS&n fnp
gramaphones and beetle powder) by
caricature of his rich. influential rela-
tive. and it was only when the highly
glazed number came out that he real
lied the treachery Of his pencili
Aunt Jessica Weir had seen the IL
Iustrations to Mrs. Sniggs on the
Warpath," and when she sent round
copy of the periodical with a short
note intimating that all connection be-
tween 1.-The Grange" Northfields and
TO- Leaphill road, Northfields. had
ceased for ever, Jack and Lynette knew
that they had fallen upon grey days
And so it was. Miss Weir's rich
friends ceased to have their portraits
and miniatures painted; there was no
big house open to entertain influential
acquaintances; tradesmen, realizing the
ructions, grew chary about unlimited
credit; presents Of wine. game. fruit,
cheques. and smart frocks for Lynette
became joys of the past. while the ru-
NOR soon gained ground land reached
10. Leaphill road) that Miss Weir had
altered her will in favor of the Dis
missed Chauffeurs' Relief Fund.-
'I wonder if she'll ever come round.
Jack" murmured Lynette when the
socks and the seascape had received
another half hours attention The
personal pronoun was quite sufficient.
Aunt Jessica was always "Sher'
Not unless one Of US could manage
an almost fatal illness nothing else
would fetch her,"
"Oh. I don't suppose even that would
fetch her roundr'
az think it would. Aunt Jess is
one Of those essentially 'womanly'
women who never feel really affect
tomato unless her friends and relatives
are lying on beds Of sickness. Now, if
this COMPOUNDED cold Of mine turned
from 'flue' to 'pneu' and then the doc
tor said that all hopes"
But Jacks sentence remained unfin-
ished owing to the pressure of small
hand upon his lips.
Don't dear, don't even pr-pretend
t-tot-t-talk about"
When the interval for romance was
over Lynette (now decorated on one
cheek by an effective burnt sienna
patch) resumed the conversation.
IF you were only like that imagi-
nary illness man who lives in the
Crescent whats his name? You know,
that man who moved in last quarter
and thinks he suffers from nerves., 1T
might be useful she said.
You mean old Gustway. Yes. I
have no doubt he could fake up an ILL
ness serious enough to bring the old
lady round. Atishu! AtishuI
The last sneeze was a triumph of re-
sonance and 1t was not until its rever
berations had ceased to shake the
studio walls that Lynette realized the
presence of their "cook-housemaid-
general standing by the door.
What is it Maud? The milkman
this time?' asked Mrs. Lessey.
Please, MN, it's Miss Weir from the
Granger!
Aunt Jessica! Oh! jack!
Aunt Jessical Great Scottr'
A moments pause, then.
''Wh-where is she, Maud?"
1--WE showed her in the back parlor
Il mean the drawing room, MN"
Thank you, Maud-I-we-wil1 be
down in a. minute
When the handmade had taken her
SpOht line
a man who is afraid:
Look, here. you'll have to face her
1 can't. 1 expect she's heard that I've
sold the American rights to Mrs.
Sniggs on the Warpath'. and has come
to threaten US with President Roose-
velt's intervention, or somethingi You
must go, Lyn-I daren't."
With one glance of magnificent
scorn at her husband Mrs. Lessey left
the studio, braced up the stock Of
femme courage which she always kept
ready for emergency, hurried down
stairs, and entered the drawing room.
Immediately on her entry a volum-
nous mountain of black taffeta rushed
forward and clasped her in a motherly
embrace.
"Oh, my poor dear my poor dear!"
sobbed Aunt Jessica- What a trouble
for you! Kiss me darling, and let
bygones be bygones. Thank heaven
I'm not a woman to harbour resent
ment towards the sick and afflicted.
Ny poor Jack. To think of the
chubby little lad 1 use to nurse on my
own knee-my only sisters boy-lying
SO racked with pain and sunfferingi"