The Lamar register., 1915-08-11
UNCLE PETER ARRAh6ES
BY MARTHA m'cuLtocH-wIt-
LlAMS.

piazza, which had look OF spick-
span new-fashionedness to match
the affections OF its lord and
master. who was coming home
that day, bringing new wife and
newer young brother.
Jenny, Laying against the change,
thoroughbred. to be otherwise than
passively disagreeable.
She had done her very best with
everything-even the willing. fretful
August roses. Her thought was, The
new Mrs. Gray will find out it's none
SO easy to live up to my blue china.
But when she saw u 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 pref
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; long.
measuring gaze. She turned to her
father. saying amiably: Please. sir.
I'd 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. trembled
30 she could barely stand, seeing
CULTS OF black unhappiness ahead
Jenny looked steadfastly at the floor
Across the tense moment came
gay. boyish voice crying; Fine!
Bully The very thing! 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. Jenny who
will find me troublesome"
HIN. Two words are necessary to
some bargains" Jenny retorted. recov'
sring herself little. Her father shook
his head at her. Il hope you have
met your match" he said. Then to
Peter: Young man, II you'll tame heI
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 his new brothers arm say
ing: Better let our Sarah rest
ha "a aVer 40 TRAD "
Jenny liked the tone. but she would
have died rather than admit it-beinG
far from a model young person. Peter
had In a way turned the tables on
her-she owed him and his sister. the
first cause OF his being there. just sc
much more.
She set out to pay it, girl fashion
by doing her best, in a way skillfully
yelled. to capture Peter.
She grew to like him. Still, heI
vanity got an awful shock when he
laid a miniature in her hand one aft
ernoon, saying: Hope you like heI
looksi Girl I'm going to marry-some
dRy-if / make anything of myself"
HIM! What does she say to that?"
Jenny asked. her head swimming the
least bit. Peter looked down.
Il had rather not tell you." he said
Butt can't venture unless I'm sureI
partly deserve her love. It's the
Sarah sort"
Il don't understand" Jenny inter
rupted.
He smiled at her. 81 was sure you
did not" he said. IF you had, beins
the good sort you are. you'd never"
Don't speak OF that was horri
bly, impertinent to-both Of you. Jenny
confessed. Peter smiled again. The
Sarah sort is this" he went on, love
that lives hopeless in the face Of in
justice. My sister and your father were
betrothed in early youth. Chance
brought him in the way OF his ole
sweetheart, and the two OF them were
young again. Fact! saw it-and fol
q minute at least hated him. Sarah
had been everything to me since ouI
mother died. Twenty years between
us-yet she isn't old. Haven't they
right to this autumnal happinessT
1T seems they have-yet l cant
agree-when think of-mother.
Jenny broke out. hiding her face in
her hands with a dry SOD. We seem
to be-so superfiuous." she went OIL
bitterly. Il mean to insist that ia
Il