The Bourbon news., 1912-09-13

"Naww in concert from the three
masculines.
"Oh, mean play dress up," pleaded
Gladys. "I'll put on one Of mammals
dress skirts, and Jimmie can put on
papa's coat"
HAS it got tails?" The possibilities
of the proposal appeal to the adorable
one.
II can find one with tails" eagerly
"two tails"
"All right. Can't you put skirt on
Don? Then there'll be two ladies and
two gentlemens in the Sarah Made"
Don objected. but his minority vote
was not recorded, and twenty minutes
later the procession stole nOiselessly
up the steps and opened the door into
the cool, dark hall.
Don, bearing the bellicose parrot
staggered patiently up the front Of his
mothers new tailored skirt; Gladys,
with Fluff's claws digging wildly into
her bare arms, switched the train Of q
pale blue fOulard; Jimmie held his
hand over the quivering jaws Of the
anxious Bunch and divided his atten-
ton between the trailing silk draper
les in front of him and the two tails
that dragged the ground at his rear.
The adorable one, walking somewhat
remotely. bore no indication of any par
ticipation in the proceedings.
Don pushed aside the portiere at the
parlor door.
SIN a Sarah Made" the manager had
explained before starting, every one
sings the things he likes best. Just as
quick as we reach the curtains all be-
ginr'
Don was like the heroes at Balaklava
not his to question why. He pOked
himself into the dim, sweet smelling
room and opened his mouth in a dole
full howl. Gladys pushed in close be-
hind him, shrilly yelling; Jimmie plant
ed both feet firmly on the blue foulard
and gruffly vociferated in an imitation
bass.
Their entrance was evidently not
happily timed. An athletic young man
sprang to his feet with a smothered
exclamation, and Felicia was silent
from sheer CONSERVATION.
Don'S next step, gasping 'Where the
love in your eyes l could see," was
inimical to renewals of any sort. Be
ing born under Cancer, his movements
were usually sidewise and crablike,
and the clinging broadcloth skirt add
ed to his uncertainty of balance. He
fell heavily, and his chubby foot and
legs upset the shrieking Gladys and
bowled the valiant rug and bone
vender on top Of his suffering sister.
Gladys in falling grasped despairingly
at the legs of the astonished Parker
and brought him to his knees on the
bowling heap.
Poll escaped from Don's clutches and
instituted a severe investigation of
every leg, arm or body within reach
of her vicious beak, clamoring inces-
sanity: go it, old boy! Now's the
time! I'll bet on your Bunch O.
Brightness showed his fighting blood
in violent attacks on Poll and the
yowling Persian.
The man disentangled himself angri-
ly and turned to the now hysterical
girl. II suppose you call this funny,
Miss Austin, but 1 must confess my
idea Of joke fails to coincide with
yours"
He stepped grimly over the strug-
Cling mass, kicked Bunch-not gently
and with apparent relish cuffed the
squeaking parrot.
"Glad tidings of great joy bring"
sang a seraphic voice as Parker strobe
into the hall. The adorable one was
standing in his most admired Sunday
pose, his hands loosely clasped before
him and his beautiful face turned up
ward. He smiled beatifcally into Par
ker's face and completed his CAROL
did she like it?' with sweet solici-
tude. did she like the Sarah Made"
Bobby" sternly, "who put up this
job, and what is it for?'
"Me," proudly. "We wanted to Sa-
rah Made her."
From the parlor came q pitiful sob
and then a shrill, insistent, childish
voice, did he say, Aunt Fillie-did he
say that p'tic'lar thing he came to
say?"
Parker went back.
81 didn't, Gladys, but I'm going to
now. = I won't be driven off so easily"
And, to the astonishment of the SER
enaders, he took Aunt Fillie in his
arms, whispering swift, passionate
words that brought back the sweet
flush to her cheeks and a tremulous,
happy smile to her lips.