Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1913-05-17

Paisley. Scotch earl. and poor as even
a Scotch earl can be- He has no sons.
Distant cousin heir to title Countess
dead Oldest daughter married to
Baron Farley; second. widow of a
bishop; third, wife of army officer
Bishopess manages family She has
brought Lady MORA and the earl over
here to give American milIionaires a
chance with Lady MORA. who is the
family beauty; and little Jean, who is
good as gold, and has sense, but isn't
snowy. was just thrown in because an
old-maid aunt offered to pay her ex-
penses- Your wife, who knew them in
Scotland, asked her to come here
while the Bishopess, in New York.
picks out the most eligible of the mil
lionaire admirers. So?"
Yes. WeIl?''
Come on over to the clubhouse:
and while we rest bit, you telephone
over to Mrs. Brooke, who only needs
a tip to go straight, to make Willy
Butler stay to dinner"
How astonishing to be taking a girl
about alone and not be in torments
of embarrassment, But this girl was
SO nice and simple and boyish; not
the least like those snippy Boston
buds, And she knew golf to the
ground; it seemed the most natural
thing in the world to ask her if she
was going to watch Cleaves play to-
morrow
Il thought I'd follow you" she said
quietly. do you want to-hre-isn't
that what you call it?-your mascot"
VIII you? Will you really?" he
stammered in his pleasure. II had
sneaking hope, but 1 didn't d-dareI
feel if you DIDO, I'll beat my man; they
say he is easy. and then I'll be Cleaves'
runner-up and get a cup"
why not beat Cleaves and get the
big cup?" said she in the same cool
tone You can if you will You know
perfectly well you can. Promise me
you will"
Here and now?" said Willy, smiling
family, but the light in her eyes struck
CLINT in his own. Done" he added.
holding out his hand. Her clasp was
cool and soft, but as firm and frank
as a boys.
"And now" said she, where's your
lawn-mower?
They had reached the head of the
island, where there was beautifully
shaven sweep of lawn, but no vestige
Of mower; WHY'S pulses beat a
thought faster. and he felt himself
master of stratagem when he suggest
ed their searching for it in an impos-
sible locality at the farther end of
the island. He found that she could
talk as well about other things as
golf There was no froth in her talk,
but she was very witty; Willy, who
passed for an abnOrmally serious
young fellow laughed several times.
He confessed to her that it was more
like talking to boy than to a girl to
talk to her. 1--WE always wanted to
be a boy" she laughed. You can
play 1 am one, if you like"
"But I'm afraid you would miss the
pretty speeches, and all that
81 never had any" she answered.
with her flashing smile. Maybe when
I'm presented 1 shall have if we have
enough money next year to have me
come out But I don't believe l SHALL
If you had four sisters all raving
beauties and tremendously fetching,
and you couldn't even sing a song, do
nothing but ride and play tennis-well,
you wouldn't expect pretty speeches."
"Why not? You are pretty, too.
You-"
She stopped him with a raised finger
and a shrug of her shoulders. He
wondered why he had never noticed
girls shoulders and how daintily their
little heads are set on their smooth
olive throats. plain truth, you know"
said she; we're playing being two
boys"
To save the situation he went on
precipitately, ST dare say 1 know,
though l never was lucky enough to
have a sister, but as l had three
brothers who did everything l can't
do, l know how it feels toto be out
of it,
They're a good deal of a nuisance,
most boys think said she. but l
don't know why. 1 know l shouldn't
have been a nuisance to my brothers
and l should rather like to have had
one. We might have been pals"
| His eyes sparkled; he felt that he
| was about to make a proposal as dar-
| ing as 1t was original; but he made 1t.
clutching the lever under his hand
| more firmly in his agitation, yet not
hesitating. IF we are going to play
things. why MOI play you are my sis
| ter? 1t would be easier than being two
| boys. You see I should all the time
be afraid of forgetting somehow and
| saying something unbecoming, or too
rough, if We played you were a boy"
She had more sense of humor than
| he, although she was scarcely less in
nocent; she laughed, saying, Most
Fboys are rough enough to their sis
ters- Besides, don't know you we'll