The Irish standard., 1913-02-01

farmhouse.
Friends of mine," said he. II 90
there every fall"
book. 1--WE will look it up" said he.
Bartlett stopped him. The town was
not in the book. He knew, for he had
tried to ind it.
THE maps will do" said the gen.
eral, who liked to locate every town
usually on the maps or in the books
before he undertook to motor there.
Desperate. Bartlett declared that II
was not on the maps. But the general
would not be daunted. They could put
1t on the maps themselves IL they
knew in which county it was, near
what post office
1--WE don't want to locate It," said
Bartlett. growing stern and cross Of q
necessity.
They found the cars waiting at the
steps and small crowd to see them
off and vile away the time before sup
per.
Bartlett said, as he knew the way.
he would lead I'VE need only two
until we return"
"Three cars might come in handy"
protested the, general. who objected to
J every suggestion not his own, on prin-
ciple.
"Why?" asked Bartlett coldly.
"Mr. Bachelor might become offend
ed at us and want to ride by himself"
suggested Henrietta. laughing.
"Yes." agreed Billy, who. though
lacking in that reserve that should
have stamped her fathers daughter.
"Fle and dad are fighting each other
now on change"
Henrietta flushed. the Watermelon
laughed and the general looked panied
at the thought of any possible lack Of
congeninlity.
, "My dear Billy" said Bartlett, this
third auto would be extremely handy
for You and your tongue. at least"
Billy glanced miserably from one to
the other. why. daddy. you told mo.
yesterday" ::
"I have told you many things" said
Bartlett. both yesterday and the day
BEFORE"
He took the general by the arm and
gently but firmly thrust him into hia
, car. getting in himself and taking the
wheel. The young folk could ride in
the tonneau and Alphonse follow In
, the generals car with the luggage.
The cars started down the hill IN
tho first sweet flush of evening. Birds
were going to bed with noisy upbraid-
ings. A few COWS at the pasture bars
watched them pass with great stupid,
, placid eyes, Jaws going slowly. rhyth-
, mically, as they waited for the milk
Ing time.
. The Watermelon leaned back in the
, deep soft cushions of. the big car and
smiled smile Of calm and peace and
I comfort. The car ran smoothly. noise
lessly. little breezes laden with the
|, sweetness of the approaching night
a wandered by, on each side OF him was
q pretty girl. Tramping idealized! 1t
was living idealized. And that morn
Ing, hungry. shabby, unshaved. he had
been content to lie in the sweet lush
grasses of chance meadow, under
a n butternut tree, witch the convivial
,. James and the corpulent Mike! He
|, crossed one well.pressed silken leg
d over the other and saw by the way
q side, lounging in the shadows. waiting
4 for the car TO pass, the two, James
and Mike-Mike fat, red-faced. dirty.
a his frowsy hat pulled aslant over his
d small, bleary eyes, shoulders bumped
d from long habit in cold weather, toes
d coming out of his boot ends; James.
d clean shaven. but otherwise no bstter
|. dressed. no cleaner. both chewing to-
n bacco with the thoughtful rumination
h Of the cows watching over the pasture
a bars ut the end of the wooded lane.
a Billy nudged tho Watermelon 70 cali
n his attention to the two weary figures
a by the wayside.
"Poor fellows" said Henrietta cot
~. lest they hear her.
The Watermelon glanced at them IN
lofty disgust and catching James ey4
his own flickered the fraction of an
inch and he raised his hands languid
~ to adjust the brown silk tie at his
throat. When they had passed, ha
turned and waved graceful farewell
He explained to Billy as they swept On
into the deepening dusk:
''You might as we'll encourage the
poor fellows. They probably want to
ride as we'll as l." And Henrietta
fsncied that possibly his father had
looked thus on Sunday. in tho pulpit
Of a country church.
eyes," agreed Billy. "They may BE-
perfectly dandy fellows."
"Assuredly." laughed Henrietta
1.-THE stout one fairly radiated truth
and nobility. manly, upright youth. :"
Il don't care" declared Billy warm
> ly. "You can't always tell from ap-
pearances. You ought to know that,
Henrietta. Clothes don't make the
man."
"Nor his manners" laughingly re.
torted Henrietta.