Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1912-03-27
Daffydowndilly
Copyright, 1911. by Associated Literary Press.)
By ELOISE THOMAS


Mr.. Field, with a smile.
His sister-in-law tossed look of ex-
| ASPIRATION across the table. Harry,
she demanded, cant you talk of any
thing else when you come, except
these abominable fats? / tell you.
again and again, 1 have nothing In
common with any of the people in
them"
Excuse me-" persisted the meek
voice, "but I'm positive you have one
thing in common"
THE back yard!" came an explo-
sion of unspeakable scorn.
mo, Alice, no" there was reproach
i. the tone, 81 wasn't thinking of the
back yard, this time. I was thinking
of-cats."
Cats! Why, Harry Field, you
know l haven't even the ghost of a
cat let alone cats. Imagine! Cats
in fiat of six rooms!"
May II" Harry reached an apollo
getic hand toward the salad fork.
You do make uncommonly fine
shrimp" he smiled, over an abundant
helping, cor is it Rebecca? o, but l
was going to say-Pm positive l saw
cat at your house those few times
Tom was decent enough to take me
out"
Certainly, we had a cat at home, .
returned Mrs. Field, her defensive
alertness giving way to reminiscent
smile. And we always kept the kit
tens. Everybody wanted one Of Club
by's kittens"
Il don't doubt it, Alice. And If you
had only had younger sister, now"
Harry sighed Justify, as he caught the
satisfaction in the eyes across the
table.
Still" meditated his s.ster-in-law,
II don't know that l should have liked
her to marry an editor, andNyou say
that's what you're going to be. You
might turn out to be irritable like your
Uncle Bob. You know yourself, he
has spells of being as glum as a cold
stove. OF course, Harry, l know you
can be very agreeable"
when | don't talk Of fats" smil-
ingly interrupted Harry. THAT re.
minds me: was about to say-not
that you have cats in common, but
rather love Of cats. What about the
big yellow one I've seen on the back
fence? Wouldn't that denote that
somebody else in your flats has love
for cats?"
"Oh," exclaimed Mrs. Field, that
big cat belongs to some girls who live
on the top floor. They call it Daffy-
downdilly, / believe. At any rate,
they're always shrieking, 'Daffy, DAT
fly, Daffy,' at the back door, just as
We get settled for the night. If there
were nothing else, such unthinking
self1shness would stamp them as I'M
derbred girls. And the things it makes
Tom say! But there are other things
about them"
Such as?" suggested Harry.
WELL" meditated Mrs. Field, 81
suppose they are not really things
that one could put ones finger on.
They're sort Of Bohemian, don't you
call it?"
Then there's a feeble-minded one
brutal
about her. Why, heard one of them,
the artist one / think, call out on the
stairs one day, Please ask the idiot to
bring me my umbrella / suppose
she's harmless, but what way to
speak Of her! l don't want to be in
with such people," she added severely,
pushing back her chair.
There isn't anything else you'd
like, is there? Don't you want to take
your fruit into the parlor? l thought
I'd run across to see how Edna's baby
is. You knew my cousin had moved
out here, didn't you? / won't be gone
but a minute
DO you think Tom would feel that
I'm properly protecting you, letting
you go alone?" inquired Harry an
xiously. IF anything should happen
he'd never forgive me; and / was
thinking-supposing those girls up
stairs were to call while you're out"
Call" caught up Alice. Call!
Why, I've told you so times that I've
never called on themI You needn't
be afraid of that!"
She's a mighty fine little woman"
he confided to the pyramid of grapes,
as he dropped into the depths of the
parlor easy chair, and she suits Tom,
but prefer girl who catches on to
thing or two, like Edith-a-Miss Dun
can"
Suddenly he slapped his knee. and
Rugged himself. Then he got up, and
walked rapidly through to the kitchen.
When does Mrs. Field generally
get in, Rebecca?" he inquired affabIy.
AT 9, Mr.. AIRY, sir. On the tic. if
it's over to Mrs. Morse's she's went.
sir On account of the baby, sir. Mrs.
Morse don't sit up late.
"On the tick of 8, Harry began
some queer maneuvers. He shut and
locked the sliding doors into the sit
ting room, darted across to the chair
in the corner diVed down behind a.