Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-02-22

"Gosh! When | Saw Her There on the
Stage, Why"
bearable, and sent him a wire so
worded that if he had a spark of in
terest in her he must Immediately re-
turn to the Park. She had never been
more lovely than when Dan found her
waiting for him.
She had ordered tea in her sitting
room. She told him that he looked
frightfully seedy, asked him what he
had been doing and why he had
stopped SO long away, and Blair told
her that old Ruggles, his fathers
friend, had run over to see him with
lot of papers for Dan to read and
sign and closed with a smile, telling
her that he guessed she didn't know
much about business"
81 only know the horrid things of
business-debts, and loans, and bills,
and fussing."
CHOSE things are not business"
Dan answered wisely; they are just
common or garden careIessness."
She asked him why he had not
brought Ruggles out to Osdene, and
he told her he couldn't have done
stroke of work with the old boy down
here at the Park.
Stirring his tea, he appreciated the
duchess. The agreeable picture she
made impressed him nightly.
"Do you know" he asked suddenly,
what you make me think of?''
And she responded softly: mo,
dear"
ga box of candy. This room with
it's stuffed walls, and you in it are
good enough"
ITO eat?" she laughed aloud ooh,
you perfectly killing creature, what
an ideal"
And as he met her eyes with his
clear ones, with simplicity she
could never hope to reach, he put his
tea-cup down; and as he did so the
duchess observed his strong hands,
their vigor, well-kept and muscular,
but not the dandifed hands of the
man who goes often to the manicure.
IF it hadn't been for one thing"
the boy went on, II would have
thought of nothing else but you, every
minute I've been away"
"Mr. Ruggles?" suggested the Ouch
ess.
mo, the Gaiety girl, Lefty Lane.
You know I told you in the box that
she was from my town"
The young man, who had flown
back to Osdene Park in answer to
a telegram, began to take his compan-
ION into his confidence.
Il knew that girl" Dan said, when
she wasn't more than fourteen. She
sold me sodawater over the drug
store counter. [ always thought she
was bully, bright as button and pref
ty as peach. Once, l remember, |
took six chocolate sodas in one day
just to go in and see her. | had an
awful time. I most died of that jag,
and yet" he said meditatively, 81
don't think l ever spoke three words
to her, just said 'sarsaparilla' or
chocolate or whatever it might hap
pen to be. Ever since that day, ever
since that jag" he said with feeling,
Il couldn't see a stick of chocolate
and keep my head up! Well" went
on the boy, Sarah Towney sang in
our church for a missionary meeting,
and l was there. l can remember the
song she sang" He spoke with I'M,
conscious ardor He didn't refer to
the hymn, however, but went on with
his narrative. "She disappeared from
| Blairtown. l never had a peep at her
again until the other night. Gosh!"
he said fervently, when saw her
there on the stage. why. felt. as
though cold water was running up
and down my spine.
The duchess, as rule, was amused
by his slang. 1t seemed vulgar to her
now.
Heavens" she drawled, ''you are
really too dreadful"
He didn't seem to hear her.
"She's turned out perfect wonder,
hasn't she? A world-beater! Why,
everybody tells me there isn't another
like her in her speciality. Of course
l have heard of Lefty Lane, but |
haven't been out to things since |
went in mourning, and I've never run
up against her"
Really" drawled the duchess