Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1913-10-01
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spring up!''' j. III.
The remainder Of Brooks day was
spent in getting acquainted with his
family, or, rather, his MENACE There
were habits and foibles, demands and
restrictions that he had to adapt him
self to with unvarying benignity. He
made friend of Raggles without half
trying: Dogs always took to him, he
admitted modestly. Tootles was less
vulnerable. She howled consistently
at each OF his first half dozen ad-
vances. His courage began to wane
with shocking rapidity. His next half
hearted advances were in reality in.
glorious retreats. Spurred on by the
sustaining Constance, he stood by his
guns and at last was gratf1ed to see
faint signs of surrender. BY midday
he had conquered. Tootles permitted
him to carry her up and down the sta
ton platform (she was too young to
realize the risk she RAM. Edith and
Constance. with the beaming nurse
and O'Brien. applauded warmly when
he returned from his first promenade,
bearing Tootles and proudly heeled by
Raggles. Fond mothers in the crowd
of hurrying travellers found time to
look upon him and smile. as If to say,
what nice man, He could almost
hear them saying it, which no doubt
accounted for the intense ruddiness Of
his cheeks.
"n0 o,olr
manded once Of Mrs. Medcroft after
Tootles had brought tears to his eyes
with potent attack upon his nose
She caught the light Of danger in his
gray eyes and hastily snatched the Of
Tending Tootles from his arms.
Miss Fowler kept him constantly at
work with his eyeglass and his Eng
hsh, neither Of which he was manag-
ing well enough to please her critical
estimate. In fact, he labored all day
with the persistence. If not the sullen-
ness, of hard driven slave. He did
not have time to become tired. There
was always something new to be done
or learned or unlearned; his day was
full to overlooking. He was man of
family.
The wife of his bosom was tranquil
lily itself. She was enjoying herself
When not amusing herself by watch
ing Brooks misfortunes she was nap
ping or reading or sending out for cool
drinks. With all the selfshness of
dutiful wife she was content to shift
responsibilities upon that ever conven-
lent and useful creatures detached
sister.
Brock sent kilograms for her from
cities along the way-Ulm, Munich
Salzburg and others-all meant for the
real Roxbury in London, but sent to
fictitious being In Great Russell
street. the same having been agreed
upon by at least two Of the conspira-
tors. 1t mattered little that she re-
peated herself monotonously in regard
to the state Of health Of herself and
Tootles. Roxbury would doubtless en-
Joy the protracted happiness brought
on by these dispatches. even though
they got him out of bed or missed him
altogether until they reached him in
a bunch the next day. He may also
have been gratified to hear from Mu-
mich that Roxbury was perfectly love-
ly.- She said in the course of her
longest dispatch that she was so glad
that the baby was. getting. to like her
father more and more as the day
wore on.
At one station Brock narrowly eacap-.
ed missing the train. He swung him
self aboard as the cars were rolling out
Of the sheds. As he sank. hot and ex-
hausted, into the seat opposite his wife
and her sister the former looked up
from her book, yawning ever so faint
~, and asked:
Are you enjoying your honeymoon.
Roxburyy
"1mmenselyr' he exclaimed, but not
until he had searched for and caught
Comics truant gaze. Aren't WEI"
he asked of Miss Fowler, his eyes
dancing. She smiled encouragingly.
Il. think you are such nice man to
have about" commented Mrs. Med
croft, this time yawning freely and
stretching her fine young arms in the
luxury Of home contentment
Brock went to bed early In Vienna
that night, tired but happy, caring not
what the morrow brought forth so
long as it continued to provide him
with sister-in-law and q wife who
was devoted-to another man.
Ito be continued)