The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1911-03-02

A Very Demure Young Lady
BY LAWRENCE ALFRED CLAY
Copyright. 1911, by Associated Literary Press

wig and looked his age, no matter
what it was. No. he was not an edu-
Gated man. He was just a millionaire,
with a loving heart, and when he
made this announcement he laid his
hand on his right side, as If his heart
had moved over He had hired a
chauffeur that day, and could invite
mother and daughter to go out for
a spin with him on the next. The
chauffeur was fine-looking and would
be a man to do credit to him. After
his call had lasted an hour, and the
brewer who didn't rinse his own bot
ties had rendered himself as agree
able as he could, he bowed himself
out, and the mother turned to the
daughter with:
'Estelle, isn't he just splendid"
He is, mamma" was the reply.
Can you find anything to criti-
cise?"
Not thing, mamma"
Then let me give you a motherly
kiss"
And Just one hour after that moth
erly kiss had been implanted on her
demure cheek Miss Estelle was walk
ing and talking with the brewer 5
chauffeur in the reading room of the
town library! They talked about
something that both smiled and gig
gled over, and the deceitful young
lady almost whistled the air Of a
topical song as she made her way
homeward.
The spin" was taken next after
noon. Truly, it was a fine auto. and
truly IT was a distinguished looking
chauffeur. The ladies occupied the
tonneau and the brewer sat beside
the driver that he might show off his
fat back and red neck Ten-twenty
thirty miles an hour, and then a
stop! The auto had gone dead. That
was the way with all new autos, the
chauffeur said. The bobcrank got foul
Of the jim crow, or some such thing,
and the matter was easily remedied.
All four persons got out. Mrs.
Kent and Mr. Henderson sauntered
up the road bit, and Miss Estelle,
the demure, sauntered down, while
the chauffeur crawled under the ma
chine to beg Of the bobcrank to be-
have itself
"Ah, but she's a sweet girl" whis-
pered the brewer in the ear of the
widow.
She surely is"
q quite f1atter myself that she has
taken liking to me at first sight"
1T surely looks that way
You are my friend. Have you
| spoken to herr"
Most certainly"
Many, many thanks. In case she
makes me the happiest man on
! earth"
Both happened to glance down the
road at this instant. and both saw
that the auto had disappeared They
ran to the first turn in the highway
no auto
oh. what can have happened"
exclaimed the widow
/ hAON ! hlIOH SllOulSu luc
brewer. They have eloped. Nothing
allied that bobcrank 1t was a put.
up job. He is her lover"
"Oh, no, no, no! 1t can't be-"
But l say it is! The demure lit
tie cat has made a fool of me! ]
see It ALL see it all. By thunder"
Sir! Don't you swear In my pres
ence!" warned the widow.
Yes. she's a cat, and l believe you
are either a scheming woman or
! or"
You fat. bald-headed vulgarian
how dare you"
I 1t was three miles back to a farm.
house where the widow could hire a
| conveyance to take her home.
That night at ten o'clock, when the
demure Estelle brought her new
made husband back and introduced
/ him. the widow almost Rugged him
! as she exclaimed:
I'm glad of it, That key washer
of brewer called me dodo and my
| darling "a cat!"
Burned Out Squirrel Family.