The evening world., 1911-02-18

pose ! had no right tc come To your
mousse at all. In fact. I could hardly
make my husband come. He wanted
TO go Instead to that big mass meet
ing at ST. Mary's HAHN fact"-
Poor ~fcller!" grlnncd Regain. "lIe can
stop tcre on his way home an yell 10
hl1zcs with Regain all the louder for
havin' Tapped mp my champagne
We are leaving at . o'clock for tho
mass meeting" she returned. In no way
offended 1t must be almost . now
I must"
Hold on said REGAIN. before you
go. would you give me u bit % advice?
It's six months ago to-day that me
an Emily was married. I whntt to give
her something to let her see r"mem-
her Il. Here's a couple OF things pro-
ducing two Jewellers boxes, AN |
can't make M my mind which of 'em
she'd like best. Help me choose. won't
YOU? Whlchn Emily like best?'
lie opened the boxes. In one was a
pearl ring. exquisite ir It's rich SLIM
plicity.
"pld you pick this out?' asked Mrs
Cuyicr In wonder at so unexpected an
exhibition OF good taste.
Nav" he scoffed. Too plain Tor
me- The %ioolcr was nutty about - an
hc begged mo to fetch Il along. Now.
lIlNs Nv d'A'Nfht 'N'fA A''
with eager pride was the present !
picked out. Some class to THIS, hcy?'
ON the velvet cushion Of the box
squattcd a huge jewclled frog-a
miracle OF costly hidcousncss. The body
was OF big, faring diamonds: the eyes
were immense rubics. Mrs. Cuyler
fought bach, - laugh a. sight OF inc
thing.
Amt he cutcc' demanded Rcsan.
80 40. - ~. china
either. hut first water diamonds all OF
'cm. Nothing phoncy about them rn-
bics. neither. Pearls don't make no sort
OF hit with me. I'm strong for dla-
monds. They give n wealthy look. an
guess that's what every ones after.
/ amt IT, Which'H ! give Emily"
"Td give her tho one YOU chose your
self. Mr.. Regain. II she cares foi
ypu'-
she don't. 7 wish she ala. This
icint would seem more like home. then,
Home, Gee. | never had one. II must
bc great To have a home. An a WIZ
that's waitin' for yvu at the door wher
Won come back. all fraZzlcd out. from
work. An kids to come hollerin' GU
an grab hold OF YOU IA you come W
the walk. IL guess Home must b'
kind a. wonderful"
"You1l find out for yourself before
very long, was the cryptic answer
Now I must go. Goodby n good iuci
to you. Shindy Nike | think I like
YOU"
She was gone. leaving him puzzled
staring after her. Along tho hallway
leading from his office came the furtiv'
tread Of feet. Regain turned and glanced
toward this farther door. A man stoo'
on the thrcshold-tall. young, rattle
roughly dressed. carrying "A soft ha
between his hands.
Hello, boss" hailed the newcomer
81 went to your office. Then I though
youse might be In here. 80 l mad
bold to-
"Porky Mccoy interrupted Regar
what In hlaZes are you doing here
I told YOU TO watch that mass meetin
Tonight m keep me wise by telephone
You ought to be there now. Nou'v
come to tell me about the row at IIur
lcy's, ! s'posc7 Did you fellers pull
Off like I told YOU to-"
I'VE sure did. Ross. An Hurley ain
likely TO help the strikers no more wilt
cash an booze an BY lcttin' them us
his saloon "a "a headquarters. We sur
done him proper. l~toughhoused tn
place an give him his"
"croaked him.
II guess so.' answered Perky, cheer
lAi9 Nv W VI pINPll, M bu
say, boss that amt what / sneaked u
here to tell you. It's
spit II ont. then. m hurry back
st. Mary's Hall!' growled Regar
"An'"-
Boss" said Mccoy. chuckling de
lightcdly 10 himself as though owe
some marvellous secret. Here's M
news: It's a boy"
what yelled Regain. his face llSh;
ing up. you don't say"
yes. I do. This noon. A dandy Dos
Nine pounds an four ounces! How
that?
Regan had grtpped his %henchmIa'
hand ana was almost w%rins!Gs u 20
pulp.
"Fine' Great" he calculated.
AN Boss" went ON Porky. '"Ta
rhrist'nin's to be a week from Sunday
We're goln' 20 name him Michael Rega
l Ignatlus Mccoy. The Missus says ".
you stand up with the kid at IN
c~hrlst'nin'?"
, "wm -" laughed Regain. you ca
bet a hat on II, Perky, It's a prou
l nan I'll he that day! Say. Perky" h
! went ON IN ~yhlmrfi'ed, childlike curios
ity. us II truo h a kids haven't -
l any hair on their heads when tu'y'r
! bpru?'
IT'S a me1gly lie" affirmed tho (:
' dignaut Perky. AN I can smash IN
D guy that says II. My Kids got lots d
4 hair. An It curls, too. Lord, but whe
r. 7 look down at that r%ounS5ter an n
looks up at me, an when | touch thel
pluk baby fingers 81 his-it-it make
p me feel Ihe-liko I vas Ia church,
1T s'posc." sighed EcgIu, II s'pos
I q man don't really know all that Their
~ In HE til he has a son of his Owl