The Irish standard., 1913-03-15

and his tiny REQ tongue tapping moist
" from between his teeth. -.
Whom do you love the MORE"
asked BERTHE Van Baalen, "Kipling or
this angel child?" and BERTHE sought
to pull one fluffy white ear near his
hand. But the little dog snarled an
grily and snapped sharply at the
hastily withdrawn fingers.
"Ah. the duckems, naughty man
shan't tease him." crooned the lady.
shaping at BERTHE with the fan, while
the little. dog turned again to the
sea.;
eyes. indeed, Mrs. Armitage," said
Henry Bliven solemply. "Tell us
,truthfully, whom do you love the bet
ter. Kipling or the blessed duckems?"
"Think," warned BERTHE, before
you answer. ,Kipling, a great poet,
author of sentiments that will stir
mankind for all ages. sentiments that
will ennoble, strengthen"
DO you know" confessed the
widow with the gleeful naivete of a
& child, Il like Kipling because he's 80
bad. He says such wicked things"
She nodded and glanced audaciously
from one youth to the other.
Henry reached YEARLY for his glass
ON the table beside him and BERTHE
Van Baalen sighed heavily. "You
women! You make us bad. Don't
you know you do? You want US bad,
30 We are-anything to please you
'beauteous creatures"
II don't want you men bad, just
poets" explained the widow, tanning
herself slowly, cheerfully.
Henry waved the DEPRESSION aside.
Nov. tell us frankly, truthfully. black
and blue. Cross your heart, do you pre-
fer small dyspeptic, overfed. snap
ping bundle Of cotton wool which is,
for the sake Of euphemism, called a
dog, to one Of the greatest minds of
the day7"
If threw my blessed pet over,
would you go after him, Bertie!' de-
manded the widow, to whose mind q
question Of grave import had Just pre-.
scented itself. Henry, would you!
You know how love my dainty little
kitty kit. would you save him from
cruel death for me? For my sake"
mo HARM" said Henry with feel.
Ing, shall befall the angel child while
I live to protect it-her-him.''
For your. sake" said BERTHE. n
wott1d die. ''s'7> y II s'-s'~- - ~ &>'s;s
There was q splash, gurgle and a
Mortified scream from the widow. a.
with. q sudden lurch Of the boat, the
little dog lost his balance and fell
overheard. =.
"oh. my precious, my lamb" cried
the widow. "Bertie. save him for me. {"
Eyes. yes" declared BERTHE, hanging
over the rail and watching the strug-
Cling dog in the water below. Eyes,
yes, certainly"
Henry" pleaded the widow. '.If
you love me-"
'Trust me-" said Henry soothingly,
hiding q CLEAN Of satisfaction in his
+, mild blue eyes. II will have the boat
stopped" 49,. :......
The widows daughter and chaperon
appeared in the companionway,
flushed and sleepy: Mamma, what ia
the matter?"
Caroline, my precious lamb" and
the widow motioned dramatically sea,
ward. Henry. you said,
II WILL" said Henry. II will have
the boat stopped"
II will do that" cried the widow.
You jump overheard and save him"
Caroline yawned and raised her soft
white hands to her tumbled hair. do
save him, BERTHE. I'm not equal to the
task Of comforting mamma, Just now"
BERTHE looked at his immaculate
yachting clothes and hesitated.
"Ah. you do not love me-" cried the
widow. "oh. my baby. my own"
II love you 60" said Berthe solemn.
~, II refuse TO leave you in your
grief even for moment"
A long white arm shot over the
crest Of tumbled wave and was fol.
lowed By mans head and long, thin
body. The man swan we'll and quick.
II and was making straight for the
now swimming dog.
"A rescue. q rescue" cried Henry,
and added softly to himself, "Oh,
poppycock!"
CHAPTER XIV.
A. He saIdsHe Would.
Tho widow leaned far over the sida
sOh," Said she. 'tths man is naked. =
As truth" agreed BERTHE. "You