The Washington times., 1913-10-01

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~ these remarks on his mind, his
father released him. Young
Mr.. Blount rubbed his throat feebly,
gulped and blinked several times before
the vocal chords and the other outraged
machinery of the throat would return to
something like the normal functions.
"Aw," he managed to get out at last,
'.you needn't get so sore about it, -,
1T looks as If we were going to be
together for some time" went on Mr..
Blount grimly. Outside Of Walter
Blount l don't know who you are and
] don't care, and see that You don
work your brains overtime about US
Now, understand that"
law, / was just kiddin'.' protested
his son, apologeticaily.
''All right, bub," was the grim re-
sponse, but remember, such kiddin' In
the future amt healthy"
The young man shook himself and re-
covered something of his former jaunti-
ness
We'll, anyhow" he said, I'VE under
stand each other now"
Mrs Blount smiled happily. Come
right here to your mother" she invited,
ana let me UA souI HcShlic-
While she was attending to this moth
erly duty she took occasion to ask:
whats this all about. anyway"
ASK me something easier" growled
her son
II told Hank"
You told John" interrupted Mr.
Blount
..I told John" the lady corrected
herself. Il don't see the use of our
study1n' SO much. How does Andrew
know what's going to happen? He amt
no fortune teller"
And i've told you" rejoined her hus-
band, meaningly, that it's none Of our
Business"
"An right" agreed Mrs. Blount,
hastily.
.Tf 1t does happen" continued Mr.
Blount, I'VE know what to say and
how to act"
Don't kid yourself" shifted Walter.
Andrew knows what's going to hap
pcn, all right. If he gives you the dope,
you can place your bet, and he'll cash
1t before the ponies start
STILL" protested Mrs. Blount feebly,
Il think we ought to know"
Shut upr' exclaimed her husband, 50
tarshly that she started. Hes kept
his word with US SO far, and were &C.
ing to keep ours"
The tciiy.s sation sagged for a few
minutes: then young Mr.. Blount opened
a new line.
And the girl-the skirt? What is she
.-one of us?' he asked.
She's only been with us week." ex
claimed Mrs. Blount. Game from
across the pond-so how can we teIl?"
Then the dope that Andrew gave me
atout her being educated abroad is on
tie square,"
Yes" replied Mr.. Blount. She's a
good kid. l know a real lady when /
see one"
HUH snorted Mrs. BloTnt.
NO, mother" her husband protested
with a grin. II wasn't lookin' at you"
Well" returned the lady, bridling, IL
I'd ha' been in Paris, like she has for
the last four years, bein' educated. I'd
have polish, too"
TT amt polish. Sadie" her husband
II aintained. as Mrs. Blount sank into
q chair and famed herself violently.
The kid is the real stuff. Just as An
Grew told us-she's out of our class
There's as much difference between US
three and her as there is between a
tin cash box and a fiye-ply chrome steel
vault
"Huh" grunted young Mr.. Blount:
but whether the ejaculation had to do
with the reflection Of his breeding or
on his fathers choice of simiIe could
not be determined.
ANYWAY, / don't like her." decided
Mrs. Blount: .'she's uppish.' |
And the girl? Do you think he has
aI!sthire on the girl like he has on us?"
Inquired Walter.