The Colorado statesman., 1915-10-02

same way about their awful pickles"
said Dorothy. Then she added, Here
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.
Fob stared and then uttered a loud
laugh. is 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. | didn't
have a look-in on honors-old Dill
carried away the whole bunch"
Then 1t is quite-possible? asked
Mrs. Masters, with relief in her tones,
for the Perrydills were vastly rich and
nowadays money did cover a multi.
tudA 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
ters 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 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 a 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
Dorothy's black eyeiasnes 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-
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| pine wood at this hour.
There was 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 a 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 a matter of fact, my dear Lima,
the young lady is not asleep at all;
she is listening to our compliments"
Dorothy's eyes few wide open with
Indignation.
II am sound asleepi" she contended,
brayely. Il haven't heard a 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
Tended if not hurt. Her pretty hands,
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 Dorothy's
chin. I'VE were only in fun ana /
really believed you were asleep. AS
you must beg Miss Masters pardon"
with pleasure" he was beginning,
contritely, when Dorothy's hands came
down and clung tightly to Lima Perry
dills. 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.
ut 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