The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-01-09
Concluding Chapter] {
A Safety Match
By LAM HAY


in and refrain from unseemIy demon
demonstrate ons Of affection In the
meanwhile
ITS a hard world for parents"
grumbles Juggernaut, getting up.
Where is my tobacco pouch?"
His hand falls upon the corner Of the
mantelpiece, but finds nothing there
but a framed photograph Of a sunburn-
ed young man on a polo pony-Uncle
Ally. to be precise.
"Now. where ON earth Is that pouch1
l know / left It on the left hand end
OF the mantelpiece after lunch"
There is a shrek Of delight at this
from Brian, in which Miss Carr joins,
for the great daily joke Of the Carr
family is now being enacted.
Where can It be7" walls Jugger-
naut. Under the hearth rug, perhaps?
No, not there! In the blotting pad?
No. not there! I know! 1 expect it
Is behind the coal box"
Surprising rs 1t may appear his sur
mise proves to be correct, and the tri-
umphant discovery Of the missing prop
erty scores a dramatic success which
no repetition seems able to stale. CThis
Is about the fftieth night of the run
Of the piece.)
Presently the pipe is filed and lit,
Master Carr being permitted to kindle
the match and Miss Carr to blow it
out, the latter feat only being accom-.
plished by much expenditure of breath
and a surreptitious pun from behind
her shoulder, contributed by an agency
unknown.
Now. Brian. young fellow" an.
nounces Juggernaut, II will play for
ten minutes. Let me speak t. the
sister first, though"
He lifts his daughter, whom he has
never seen, from her mothers knee,
and exchanges a few whole hearted
condolences with her Upon the subject
Of her ~recreations, conduct, dolls.
health, and outlook on life in general.
Then he restores her and shouts:
Come on, Brian Boroo!"
There is a responsive shrek from his
son, and the game begins. 1t Is not
every boy, Master Brian proudly re-
fleets as he crawls on all fours beneath
a writing table, who "a play at blind
mans bun with a real blind man!
Daphne leans back in her chair and
surveys her male belongings restfully.
Time was when this husband Of hers,
at present eluding obstacles with un-
canny facility and listening ~intently,
with the youthful zest Of a boy scout,
for the excited breathing Of his quarry,
found life a less hilarious business.
There rises before her the picture Of a
la led from room to room, steered
round corners, dressed like a child,
fed like a baby-shattered, cropping,
geunt, but pathetically and doggedly
cheerful. Neither Daphne o her hus-
band ever speaks Of that time now. Not
that she regrets t.; womanlike, she
sometimes feels sorry 1t is over and
gone. She was of real use to her man
in those days. Now he seems to be
growing Independent of her again.
Then she smiles comfortably, for she
knows that all fears on that score are
groundless. He is hers, body and soul
And she
A small, unclean and insistent hand
is tugging at her skirt, and Miss Carr,
swaying unsteadily beneath the bur-
den of a bulky and tattered volume,
claims her attention.
"Show me pictures" she commands.
She and her tome are hoisted up.
where did you find this book, be-
loved?" inquiries Daphne. The book
is an ancient copy Of the Pilgrims
Progress" and we have encountered II
once before in this narrative.
"Over there" replies beloved, indi-
eating the bottom shelf Of a book
case with a pudgy thumb-"under re
Gwaphics. What's re name Of that
genelmanT'
To Miss Carr distinctions of caste
are as yet unknown. In her eyes ev.
cry member of the opposite sex, from
the alien who calls on Thursdays with
a h~urdy-gurdy to the knight in armor
who keeps eternal vigil in the outer
hall. is a gentleman"
Daphne surveys the picture IN a
reminiscent fashion, and her thoughts
81 pdNh W a olSidnt oultody HUI NIX
at the rectory, with her youngest BROTH
err kneeling on the floor endeavoring to
verify a pictorial reference in this very
volume.
"What is he dom to the other genel.
MANI" continues the searcher after
knowledge upon her knee in a concern
ed voice.
"He is trying to hurt him, dear"
what for?'
So the memorable. immemorial cate.
chism goes on, to be answered with
infinite patience and surprising re-
source. Presently the cycle of inquiry
completes itself. and the original ques-
ton crops out nee more.
"What did you say was re name of
that genelman?'-with a puckered,
frowning effort at remembrance.
"ADOllyon- dear"