Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1912-03-07

liz A.l }.ea dreaming Of the irascihlc
Snowfall
"ua5 ..r; he stayed out tonight
aud p, ju., sr.i,4E ia III soon put a
stop o. \ &, .,v.,
Bob ja1., lAtouud the room for some
missile to toss down upon the indtg-
naut SNOWFALL, who oOStinatciy voiced
his ,aNpl.lutS beneath Bob Folsom's
window lob knew that all the other
bedrooms IN the house faced upon the
front and sides, and it was doubtful
II any one else III the house could be
disturbed Ivy the cat cries.
He decided that Il paper weight was
too heavy. n sofa pillow too soft, his
boots quite out OF the question, Snow
ball must I've broken ot this midnight
sevcnadng under his window. He
whooped softly US happy thought
struck him. ON his washStand was
an unopened package of an especial
talCum powder that he used when shay.
ing himself, \ quantity of this white
powder sitting down from nowhere in
particular upon the upturnNd face of
SNOWFALL would efreCtualiy put that fc
line nuisance to rout
AS Rob opened the half pound pack
age Of talCum powder he chucklCd soft
ly IL himself not hearing footballs on
the carpcted hall nor the careful open
ing OF the rear basement door. His
own window was wide open, and he
thrust his head out. turned the pack
age upside down and shook the powder
out, Then he crumpled the pastehoard
contaiuer and tossed that down after It.
Snowbalfs cries ceased instantly, but
they were followed by a feminine OK
clamation OF surprise,
Great Jovc. IL haven't sprinklcd
Miss Lane What In thunder is she
doing down there, anyway"
Thoroughly chagrined and penitent
Mt the outcome OF his joke upon the
white cat. Bob Folsom paused. unccr.
tain what to do. Miss I.nuc was an
elderly woman, and the sudden dc
scent OF the powder must not only
have startled her, but might have
caused her suffering. Bob remember
ed what Mrs. Porter had said about
Miss Lanes asthma, and he resolved
to make amends as far rs lay In his
power. Consequently he dashed into
a bathrobe and slippers and went out
into the darkcned hall and down the
black pit OF the stairway to the base
ment hall He was cropping his way
toward the rear door. which he could
see was still open, when voice close
beside him asked quietly;
"Who are you, and what do you
want?'
IL beg your pardon, Miss Lane,
Is II not?" he stammercd.
Eyes, | am Miss Lane" Bob heard
n button click, and Instantly the hall
was flooded with light.
He leaned weakly against the wall
and actually stared at the vision that
| confronted him. If this was Miss
Lane who was the CLASSY eyed lady
who had peered at him over tho ban,
| lister that very morning?
She was beautiful She was young
not more than twentythree, with n
peach tinted complexion, green eyes
dark eyebrows and rcd hair! she
was the antlthesls of his ideal In every
respect. and he should have turned
away from her with superb mdffcr
ence only he fell head over heels IN
love with her Mt oncc-yes, rcd hait
and all. And the lovely waving red
hair was powdered thlckly with white
talcum. and the peach tint of her com
plexion was flccked with talcum, and
the dark blue silk OF her dressing
gown was tlccked with II. and even
the tip of her adorable nose. As fol
Snowfall, clasped In the curve Of heI
1 soft arms. he was tossing powder with
every angry shake Of his head
or course Bob Folsom had To apollo
give, aud he did II hastily. stumbling
over his words ms he watched foi
some CLEAN Of forgiveness In Tho
green eyes.
"Of course you didn't know" she
said when he had concluded. land al
course poor SNOWFALL doesn't like It n
bit I'm glad that went down after
him instead of Aunt Cleopatra. She
would really have minded the pow
der" She smiled swcctly nj Bob ms
/ she proceeded on her way 81 wonder
/ II YOU would mlud closing the door
and putting out the lights. heard
you coming downstairs, and | was 81
| frightened that did 10. stop To close
the door. felt that ] must find ont
! who II was"
Your voice did not sound frightened
! and we'll, really, I'm afraid I've been
/ awfully Old maidiih about that cat |
/ suppose you Ncr" anxious about
I him he was say ing when she inter
ruptcd him with negative gesture Of
her head that sent two long red brads
flying over her shoulders.
40 indeed; I'm not "A Bit anxious or
I fond Of SNOWFALL he IS So cross and
scratchy. But Aunt Cleopatra adores