The Prescott daily news., 1911-05-29

seized with an idea. He was tired of looking out of the window, and the man in the next seat seemed so nice. The man, being a bachelor, natural ly did not consider himself addressed. The girl holding Philip dismissed the explanation as a newly discovered pastime. Not so Philip! Leaning over the back of his seat, he slapped Everett Martins newspaper out of his hand
 "Da-da!" he repeated, smiling into that astonished gentleman's face.
 Catherine, without a backward glance, hid her head in the depths of the youngsters coat, as she quickly pulled him back Philip screamed.
 The train for Pennington was bare ly crawling, owing to delay ahead. Two old ladies across the aisle hailed the slight diversion with delight. Mar tin stared, Philip struggled and Cath erine exerted all her strength to keep hold of him. The old ladies shrugged their shoulders.
 Why doesn't he take the little chap?" said one.
 The people in front heard and | turned
 "Da-da!" screamed Philip. My Da-da!"
 Why doesn't he take him?" mur- mured the whole car audibly.
 This is perfectly ridiculous of you!" cried Catherine sternly, shaking hfy,, h1ty fy, hoy tor ,prlf You know very well he isn't your 'Da-da!'"
 ''Iss, tool" insisted Philip loudly. Martin rose to the emergency and leaned forward. T haven't the slight est idea on what grounds" he stam- mered, but. perhaps. if l took him for a while"
 Catherine turned sharply, recogni- zing the voice.
 "You!" cried Martin, amazed. At the same time he held out his arms to the child.
 But Catherine refused stiffly, hold ing Philip tight, at which the latter's protests leaped forth anew.
 Good heavens!" groaned crot- chety old bachelor far down the aisle, Why don't they give him what he wants-anything to stop the internal racket! Some people never remem- Der there's anybody else around" You'd better" urged Martin gent | ly, as he watched the girls burning face. You know, they think we're"
 But we're not!" she retorted quick
 q know" sighed Martin. We'll just have to pretend" | "I-"
 Philip. unnoticed for a moment, had toppled over into Martins seat. His last sob melted into a gurgle. "Da- da." he chuckled. removing Martins hat with more speed than skill.
 All right" conceded the girl weak | ly. Then she immediately turned her attention to the passing land-cape.
 The other passengers gradually set tied back to their respective maga- zines, with occasional expressive grunts in Martins direction. But Philip, once victorious, decided to test his cunning further Having exhaust ed the novelty of Martins watch fob and scarfpin he twisted around toward l Catherine again. Snatching at the feather that dropped from her hat, he | jerked her head violently backwards "'Ou tool" he demanded, and point ed to the other half of Martins seat where his grip reposed.
 Guess you'd better!" grinned Mar tin. sheepishly. Here take the win dow seat. and I'll put the grip in your place."
 Catherine obeyed with resignation. "Hm Very strange they didn't think of that in the beginning! Just like man. though, when he finds a news paper, even if there's nothing in it!"
 "Perhaps-a quarrel!" suggested the other old lady, with just tinge of regret in her voice.
 How did she guess?" whispered Martin in the girls ear. Please" said Catherine, coldly, q prefer not to talk. l am very dis. tressed, of course, that Philips un- accountable notion should have made 1t necessary"
 Wise little chap!" murmured Mar tin, with tiny smile about the eyes, as he patted Philips head.
 Philip, thinking 1t was a game, shook him off. Then he made grab for Martins hair. The man bent down to his reach and submitted gracefully to the remarkably vicious