The Washburn leader., 1916-02-25
HERl|OEV01ED DAD.
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

Papa Moffatt, choleric and ~ well
upholstered as the heavy davenport
upon which he sat, looked up from
the evening paper. "Weli, 1t looks az
though people we're learning sense.
Woman suffrage has been turned down
In our state" he chuckled.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" exclaimed Dorothy.
dutifully doing nothing by the after
dinner lamp. "The girls have worked
90 hard"
Hard! What do women know about
work." demanded her father, who
spent four hours in his Office every day
Just for the looks Of the thing. "Poli'
tics would be nice mess with women
In it. I tell you women haven't and
never will have the brains of men"
Dorothy, seeing an opportunity,
struck while the iron was hot. Then,
dad, If you like men so we'll why do
you object to me having company or
going anywhere with man?"
Mrs. Moffatt looked up from her
crocheting Mortified. The affair of the
Blackmore's nephew, who had visited
his relatives and managed to make
Dorothy fall in love with him-to the
righteous rage of Papa Moffatt, who
was away on trip at the time-was
subject religiously avoided by the
family. For papa possessed temper
erratic as Vesuvius and as dangerous
as mine. A mere touch and it was
of.
Dorothy's remark went home. The
mine exploded. $50 you think, miss.
that because I came home in time to
prevent some young whelp from rum
ming of with you that you are privi.
legged to be sarcastic the rest of your
life. It's good thing for him he
made that train or I'd be in Jail now
for murder
"But, dad, you never even saw him.
It isn't fair to Judge people before
That's enough, young lady. Do
you think I've spent money on you all
your life to teach you music and paint
ing and goodness knows what just to
have some young rascal of a nobody
steal you? Besides, you're too young.
I want you right here at home to be
company for ma and me till you're
twenty-five or thirty. And when you
get married I'll pick your husband.
Women haven't any brains. I'm glad
they didn't let 'em vote.'
Still snorting and putting his cheeks.
Papa Moffatt resumed his paper.
Dorothy, sobbing louder than occa'
sion demanded, left the room and went
tc bed. presumably. In reality. the
tears dried up miraculously as soon
as her door was shut. She got oct
an immense packet of thick letters
addressed to General Delivery and re-
readr every one with flushed cheeks
and shining eyes. "Bertie, dear, there
will be some way. I'm going to think
harder than ever did in my life. No
brains,' papa says. Look out, dad!"
where's Dolly?" asked Papa Moi
fat at breakfast.
"she-she has a headache. She
didn't sleep all night" said mamma.
Papa tried hard not to look like tho
criminal he felt His moments Of re-
morse accounted for many Of the
wonderful things Dolly now possessed.
He looked over his mail. "By George.
Katie. I've got to go to New York to-
night. I've Just had letter from
Mcconnell. Have my bag ready, will
you, and dinner at six instead of sew
en- Tell Dolly to think up what she
wants to cure her headache"
So he departed, and Mrs. Mohat
flew to Dorothy with the news. Doro'
thy grew thoughtful and helped her
self to another roll (she was having
. very comfortable breakfast in bed)
with no more headache than I have
at this minute. Something she want
ed! She would make the price high.
So Papa Moffatt found two baga
waiting In the hall when he returned.
and a trunk besides. Dorothy,
dressed for travelling, met him smil.
ing. "Such good daddy" coaxed
Dolly sweetly. Mamma told me you
said could have what l wanted, so
/ decided I'd take q trip this time.
You are 10 good to me. I'm going to
New York with you"
Her father had not meant exactly
that, but he dared not refuse. well.
/ guess maybe-all right. come along
Doll. Don't know what I'll do with
you, but IL you want to go. l guess
you may. All ready?"
Yes. daddy" demurely.
So 1880 found them in Pullman.
speeding eastward.
Let's go to the st. Martin" sug'
gested Dorothy in the morning.
"Well,'' hesitated her father. al.
ways go to the Manhanset, but IL you
want the other, it's all right
So to the st. Martin it was.
They engaged rooms and Mr.. Moi.
fatt looked hurriedly at his watch.
II have . meeting at ten, Dorothy.
Now about you-you can't 80 around
alone. wonder II we can get some
one to go with you
Let's ask the young man at the
desk, daddy.
The Young man. very rood BOOKING.