The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-10-05

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Did you ever meet young Perry
dill Pickle?" asked Dorothy.
Bob stared and then uttered a loud
laugh. rs that what you call him.
sis? We called him Dill Pickle
never minded it at all-fne, 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. / didn't
have 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."
Il was afraid So" murmured Mrs
Masters, as she followed Dorothy into
the house
The next afternoon Dorothy Mas
| tiers was walking through the pine
wood back of the orchard. When she
| 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 a curious
and natural resting place.
| Dorothy sat down in i. 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 a lazy
| idea that she would like to meet the
| impossible son CT 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
| Dorothy's black eyelashes swept her
| p1nR-t1nted cheeks and she almost
| slept When she heard voices she did
| not trouble to lit 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 wandering 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 charming pose, Roy! Isn't
she perfect dear?"
Another voice-such a voice-Doro-
| thy had heard John Drew and Henry
| Miller in matinee love scenes, and
| the voice of the speaker was much
| more deep and tender than any of
these. But the words he uttered!
$50 this is Miss Masters Monarch
| Mustard" said the voice, musingly.
Roy Perrydill!" chided his sister,
IF she were not asleep she would
hear you"
AS matter of fact, my dear Lima,
the young lady is not asleep at all;
she is listening to our compliments.
DOrothy's eyes flew wide open with
| indignation.
II am sound asleepi" she commended
| bravely. II haven't heard thing you
said-except about the mustard
Both the Perrydills laughed and
were instantly sobered as they real
lied that Miss Masters was deeply Of
gay with jewels, were before her love
ly eyes and her shapely shoulders
! shook convulsively.
Lima Perrydill dropped down on her
knees beside the woe-begone figure in
! the tree chair while her handsome
| brother growled at his own witless re-
marks.
Dear, don't cry soothed Lima, put
ting a slender hand under Dorothys
| chin. I'VE were only in fun and
really believed you were asleep. AS
| for Roy, here-he is incorrigible. Roy
you must beg Miss Masters pardon"
| With pleasure he was beginning
contritely, when Dorothy's hands came
down and chung tightly to Lima Perry
dilrs. But Dorothy was not crying;
she was flushed with laughter, and
| her eyes sparkled merrily With one
graceful movement she was on her
feet and shaking hands with Mr.. Roy
Perrydill
1T was the Monarch Mustard that
| made me laugh" she said, with engag
ing frankness. I've been calling you
the Perrydill Pickles and it is a revel-
| alton to me to learn that people still
connect us with Masters Mustard
we've been so snobbish about it. tool"
They all laughed then, and the three
found each other so agreeable that
when Bob Mas ers intruded upon their
merry chat he could not believe that
they had never met before.
So together the four young people
went down to the Masters house for a
cup of tea and game of tennis.
Mrs. Masters, watching them from
the terrace. smiled contentedly. II
wonder why they call him impos-
sible,'" she murmured 1T must br
joke. for he is wonderful-wonder-
full. If | were girl l would fall in
love with him myself. l do hope"
Copyright. 1915. bv the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)
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