The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-07-17
UNCLE PETER ARRAnGEs
BY MARTHA M'cuLLocH-WIL-
LIAMs.


the affections of its lord ant
master. who was coming hom.
that day, bringing a new wife and {
} newer young brother.
Jenny, raging against the change
had been too sensible. withal toe
thoroughbred. TO be otherwise thar
passiyely disagreeable.
She he'd done her very best with
eVerytfmg-eyen the whiting, fretful
Auguzt roses. Her thought was, "The
new Mrs. Gray will find out it's none
sofeasy to live up to my blue china.
But when she saw a small, wispy
creature half lifted from the car, in
sensibly her antagonism lessened. The
wispy one was clearly very tired, rath-
of nervous. wholly insure OF herself
and her position. She blushed pret.
tily when her husband led forward his
capable daughter, saying You're al
ways petting things-here's the best
ever" forcibly joined their two hands,
and introduced Uncle Peter, who was
his sister over again, only twenty
years younger, and healthy as she was
frail.
Jenny also looked at him; a long,
measuring gaze. She turned to her
father saying amiably: Please, sir,
Ia rather have the other one; 1t
looks somehow more thriving. Uncle
Peter, how will you like to be my
! little"
JENNY" Thunder does not begin
to express the paternal voice. Mrs.
Gray gasped. turned white, trembed
SO she could barely stand, seeing
CULTS of black unhappiness ahead.
Jenny looked steadfastly at the floor.
Across the tense moment came a
gay, boyish voice crying: "E'inel
Bully The very thingi I've moped
so since he" nodding at Mr.. Gray
'overshadowed me with Sarah.
Now, all's right with the world; there's
Jenny in my heaven, a Jenny who
Will find me troublesome"
HIM. Two words are necessary to
some bargains Jenny retorted, recov-
erlng herself little. Her father shook
his head at her. Il hope you have
met your match he said. Then to
Peter: Young man, If you'll tame her
properly It'll be worth the best horse
In, my stable to you"
/, Please-she ought not to be tanned.
like her best just SO, Peter Everett,
honor man of his college, athlete de-
spite his slightness and stature, said
pleadingly. Then with a swift change
he touched bis new brothers arm say
ing: Better let our Sarah rest a
bit; she is ever so tired"
Jenny liked the tone, but she would (
have died rather than admit it-being |
far from model young person Peter /
had in way turned the tables on
her-she owed him and his sister, the
nrst cause of his being there, Just SO
much more.
She set out to pay 1t. girl fashion,
by doing her best, in a way skillfully
veiled, to capture Peter.
She grew to like him. Still. her
vanity got an awful shock when he
laid miniature in her hand one aft
ernoon, saying: Hope you like her
looks! Girl I'm going to marry-some
day-if ! make anything of myself"
HIM! What does she say to that"
Jenny asked, her head swimming the
least bit. Peter looked down.
I had rather not tell you" he said.
hnt--I can't venture unless Pm sursr
partly deserve her love. It's the
Sarah sort"
I don't understand" Jenny inter-
rupted.
He smiled at her. Il was sure you
did not" he said. IF you had, being
The good sort you are, you'd never"
Don't speak of that was horri-
oiy impertinent to-both of you, Jenny
confessed. Peter smiled again. The
Sarah sort is this" he went on. love
hat lives hopeless in the face of in
ustice. My sister and your father were
'etrothed In early youth Chance
'rought him In the way OF his old
weetheart, and the two of them were
'oung again. Fact, / saw it-and for
! minute at least hated him. Sarah
lad been everything to me since our
notueT dled. twenty years between
s-yet she isn't old Haven't they
light to- this autumnal happiness?"
1t seems they haye-yet can't
gree-when think of-rhother,
emmy broke out. hiding her face In
er hands with dry SOD. We seem
, he-so superfiuous." she went on
Utterly. Il mean to insist that IA
ler shall send me away"
He will never do IL. Never in tha
orld," Peter said with a confident ac-
ant.
She gave him a hard, reproachful
ok, SO he added merrily: He sure
will not send you-because he is
oing to take you himself-with Sa-
n to make home for you both. You
lsll stay as long .assyou f1ike-stndy
play atsyour pleasure w
This is your dofng.~ Jenny broke
He nodded roguishly, saying with
sly smile. well, you mustn't mind
wing things 10 Uncle Peter"
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