The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-10-22
ing the tiresome Jokes about Masters

comes Bob
Bob Masters sauntered up the path
and mounted the terrace to sink into
an extension chair. His straw hat |
spun dizzily from his fingers to the !
grass. /
It's hot on the water" he re-
marked
Did you ever meet young Perry |
dill Pickle" asked Dorothy
Bob stared and then uttered loud
laugh. rs that what you call him.
sis? We called him Dill Pickle
never minded it at all-fine, good-na-
tured chap-awful grind. though
They say he carried off the honors
Of his class" said Mrs. Masters.
"They speak truly. He carried off
the honors, all right-away from me
and the rest Of the fellows l didn't
have a look-in on honors-old Dill
carried away the whole bunch"
Then it is Quite-possible?" asked
Mrs. Masters. with relief in her tones.
for the Perrydills were vastly rich and
nowadays money did cover a multi
tude of sins.
Bob roared.
Possible? Old Dill Pickle? Moth
er, dear, wait till you see him!"
II was afraid so" murmured Mrs.
Masters, as she followed Dorothy into
the house.
The next afternoon Dorothy Mas
tiers was walking through the pine
/ a,I oh
, reached a favorite spot she gathered
/ an armful of pine needles and put
them in the inviting seat formed by
! five trees springing from common
root. The great trunks were wedged
tightly together and formed curious
| and natural resting place.
Dorothy sat down in the seat.
crossed her ankles, leaned back and
surveyed the snowy tips of her little
shoes. In her lap was book and
in the back of her head was lazy
idea that she would like to meet the
impossible son of the Perrydills-it
must be rather stimulating to meet
someone who wasn't cut out by the
regular college youth paper pattern.
SO she thought, and the thoughts
ran into dreams. half-waking, and
Dorothys black eyelashes swept her
pink-tinted cheeks and she almost
slept. When she heard voices she did
not trouble to lift her sleepy lids
the speakers would pass behind the
trees and never glimpse her hiding
place. Besides that. no one but serv
ants would be swandering about the
pine wood at this hour
There was a rich smell Of tobacco
smoke-Papa Masters had forbidden
James to touch his cigars. but the
footman was daily tempted thereto
Footsteps paused and somebody spoke
It was the crisp voice of Miss Perry
dill.
What a charming pose. Roy! ISM
she a perfect DEAR"
Another voice-such voice-DorO
thy had heard John Drew and Henr.
Miller in matinee love scenes, ant
the voice of the speaker was mucl
more deep and tender than any o
, these. But the words he uttered!
$50 this is Miss Masters Monarcl
Mustard" said the voice, musingly.
Roy Pcrrydill!" chided his sister
IF she were not asleep she woul
hear you"
. AS a matter of fact, my dear Lima
: the young lady is not asleep at all
: she is listening to our compliments. F"
Dorothys eyes flew wide open wit
indignant
II am sound asleep" she contendet
bravely. Il haven heard thing 20
), said-except about the mustard
Both the Perrydills laughed an
were instantly sobered as they rea
lied that Miss Masters was deeply o
. Tended IL not hurt Her pretty hands
CAV with Jewels, were before her low
ly eyes and her shapely shoulder
shook convulsively.
u Lima Perrydill dropped down on hi
knees beside the wOe-begOne figure
= the tree chair while her handsom
brother grOwled at his own witless r
marks.
Dear. don't cry" soothed Lima, pu
!, ting slender hand under Dorothy
:, chin. I'VE were only in fun and
!, really believed you were asleep. 4
for Roy, here-he is incorrigible. Ro
- you must beg Miss Masters pardon
~ with pleasure" he was beginnin
o. contritely, when Dorothy's hands can
r. down and chung tightly to Lima PER-
10 dill's. But Dorothy was not cryinl
she was flushed with laughter. al
her eyes sparkled merrily With oil
v graceful movement she was on h
feet and shaking hands with Mr.. RI
e Perrydill.
H. 1T was the Monarch Mustard tn
made ne laugh" she said, with enga
al ing frankness. I've been calling "
the Perrydill Pickles and it Is a rev
- alton to me to learn that people st
ed connect us with Masters Mustard
is we've teen SO snobbish about it, too
I They all Lar ghed then, and the thr
- found each q her 50 agreeable tn
ed when Boz Masters irtruded upon tht
as merry chat he could not believe til
they lad never ;.et Before.
er So together the four young peoT
went down to the Masters house for
1T cup of tea ana game Of tennis.
&c, Mrs. Masters, watching them fro
the terrace, sG-iled contentedly.
81, wonder why they call him imp
~ sible," she m.urTaured. 1T must
as a Joke, for he is wonderful-word
full! II were a girl | would fall
IL love with hin. myself. ] do hone
ar What she hoped was not voic