The Monte Vista journal., 1912-04-06

Mr.. Field. with smile.
His sister-in-law tossed look Of ex
asperation across the table Harry"
she demanded, cant you talk Of any
thing else when you come, except
these abominable flats? tell you.
again and again. have nothing in
common with any OF the people In
them"
Excuse me-" persisted the meek
voice, "but Pm positive you have one
thing in common"
THE back yard!" came an explo-
sion of unspeakable scorn.
mo. Alice, no" there was reproach
/ the tone 81 wasn't thinking of the
back yard, this time. | was thinking
of-cats."
Cats! Why. Harry Field. you
know | haven't even the ghost OF
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, "or is it Rebecca? o, but
was going to say-Tm positive | saw
cat at your house those few times
Tom was decent enough to take me
out"
Certainly, we had 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"
81 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 sister-in-law,
Il don't know that should have liked
her to marry an editor. and you 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 cold
stove. OF course. Harry. l know you
can be very agreeable"
"Wher 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, Daft
fy, Daily" at the back door, just as
We get settled for the night If there
were nothing else. such unthinking
selfishness would stamp them as un-
derbred girls. And the things it makes
Tom say! But there are other things
about them"
such as?" suggested Harry.
We'll" meditated Mrs. Field, I
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 feeble-m!nded one
up there. and they're horribly brutal
about her. Why. heard one of them.
the artist one think, call out on the
stairs one day. Please ask the idiot tn
pr,Hs me my umbrella suppose
she's harmless. but what a way to
speak OF her! 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? | thought
ia run across to see how Edna's baby
ID. You knew my cousin had moved
out here. didn't you? won't be gone
but minute"
DO you think Tom would feel that
I'm properly protecting you, letting
you go alone?" inquired Harry an.
xiously. III anything should happen
ned mover 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 them! You needn't
be afraid OF that!"
she's mighty fine little woman"
he confded to the pyramid OF grapes.
as he dropped into the depths of the
parior easy chair, "and she suits Tom.
Dut prefer girl who catches on to a
thing or two. like Edith-a-Miss Dun.
can"
suddenly he slapped his knee. and
hugged himself. Then he got up. and
walked rapidly through to the kitchen.
when does Mrs. Field generally
get IN, Rebecca?" he inquired afrably.
Al D. Mr.. AIRY, sir. On the tic. II