Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1912-08-22


whistle or chickens when a pan OF
grain is brought into the yard. The
train butcher" had nasal sing-song,
but his strain might have been the
Pied Pipers tune emptying Hamelin
OF its grown-ups. The charms of fir
tation, matrimonial bliss and FEM
mime beauty were forgotten, and the
males f1ocked to the delights of stock
market reports, political or racing or
dramatic or sporting or criminal
news. Even Ashton braved the eyes
of his fellow men for the luxury of
burying his nose in a fresh paper.
Papers, gents? Yes? MOI" the
train butcher chanted. salt Lake pa
pers, Ogden papers, all the latest pa
pers, comic papers, magazines, Pc
riodicals"
Here, boy" said Ashton, swapping
his fingers, whats the latest New
York paper?"
Last Sat'day's."
"SiX days old? I read that before
left New York. Well, give me that
Salt Lake paper. 1t has yesterdays
STOCK market, 1 suppose.
"Yes, sir" He passed over the
sheet and made change, without abat.
ing his monody: Papers, gents. Yes?
No? Salt Lake pa"
'Whash latesh from Chicago?" said
Wellington.
Mondays"
II read that before-that breakfast
began" laughed Little Jimmie. "WeIl,
give me Salt Lake Bazoo. 1t has bashe-
ball news, s'pose."
"Yes, sir" the butcher answered,
and his tone grew reverent as he
said: "The Giants won. Mr.. Mattyson
was pitching. Papers, gents, all the
latest papers, magazines, periodicals"
Wedgewood extended languid
hand: whats the latest issue OF the
London Times?"
Never heard of it."
Wedgewood almost tainted, and re-
turned to his Baedeker of the United
States.
DR.. Temple summoned the lad: Il
don't suppose you have the Ypsilanti
Eagle?"
The butcher regarded him with pity,
and shifted: 81 carry newspapers, not
poultry" ~
well, give me the" he saw
pink weekly of rather picturesque ap-
Ipearance, and the adventure attracted
him. 'I'll take this-also the Out
look" He folded the pink within the
green, and entered into new and
startling world-a sort of journalistic
stunning tour. .
give me any old thing" said MAI
Tory, and flung open an ogden jour-
nal till he found the sporting page,
where his eyes frightened. by jove,
a ten-inning game! Matthewson in
the boxl"
Matte Is most intelleckshal pitch
Ier In the world" said Little Jimmie,
and then everybody disappeared be-
hind paper ramparts, while the butch
er fingered to explain to the porter
the details Of the great event.
About this time, Marjorie, tired OF
her pretence at slumber, stroiled into
the observation car, glancing into the
mems room. where she saw nothing
but newspapers. Then Mrs Yelling
ton saw her, and smiled: Come in
and make yourself at home"
Thanks" said Marjorie, bashfully,
81 was looking for my-my-"
"Husband"
my dog"
"How is he this morningT
my dog?"
your husband"
"Oh, he's as we'll as could be ex-
pected."
Where did you get that love OF
waist?" Mrs. Wellington laughed.
MRS. Temple lent it to me. Isn't
1t sweet?"
Exquisite! The latest Ypsilanti
mode"
Marjorie, suffering almost more
acutely from being badly frocked than
from being duped in her matrimonial
hopes, threw herself on Mrs. yelling
toms mercy.
I'm so unhappy in this. Couldn't
you lend me or sen me something
little smarter"
I'D love to, my DEAR" said Mrs.
Wellington, but left home on short
notice myself. l shall need all my
divorce trousseau in Reno. Otherwise
-I-but here's your husband. You
two ought to have some place to
spoon. I'll leave you this whole room"
And she swept out, nodding to NAL
Tory, who had OWNED Marjorie's
presence, and felt the need OF being
near her, though he also felt the need
of finishing the story of the great
ball game. Husbandlike, he felt that
he was comforting sufficient courtesy
in throwing casual smile ACROSS the
top Of the paper.
Marjorie studied hts motley garb.
and her own, and gFoaned:
Were sweet looking pair, aren't
we?"
Mr.. and Miss Fit" said Mallory,
from behind the paper.
"Oh, Harry, has your love grown
icold?" she pleaded.