The daily Alaskan., 1917-09-25

The mirr6i' of a u: 'ess;Gg table sent him the reelection of his own eyes which also were blue, and he gazed upon them and upon the rest of his image the while he ate his bread and butter and apple sauce nnd" sugar. ! Finally he rose and approached the dressing table to study himself as greater advantage.
 Beyond doubt he was acting litsls scene of indifference. Other symbolic dramas followed, though an inVisible observer might have been puzzled for A key to some Of them. One, however, would have proved easily inteligible. His expression having altered to look of pity and eontrition. he turned from the mirror and, walking slowly to chair across the room, used his right hand in a peculiar manner, seeming to stroke the air at point about ten inches above the back of the chair. "There. there, little girl" he said in low, gentle voice. T didn't know you cared"
 Then, with 6 rather abrupt dismissal of this theme, he returned to the mir TOT and, after a questioning scrutiny, nodded soIemnly, forming with his lips the words, "The real thing-the real thing at lsst!"
 He meant that, after many limitations had imposed upon him. Love-the real thing-had come to hir' In the end And as he turned aH w murmured, And even her na.u. .nEu0wu"
 Seating himself 5; Il snGn writing table by the window. he proceeded to l express his personality in something he considered q poem.
 Three-quarters of an hour having | sufTiced for It's completion, he solemnly signed 1t and then read It several times In a state of hushed astonlshment He had never dreamed that he could do | anything like this:
 MI.ADY. do not know her name Though 1t would be the same Where roses bloom at. twilight And the lark takes hts Eight II would be tho same anywhere Where music sounds in ar was never introduced to the lady So I could not call her Lass or Sa6tS
 So l will call her Milady '.. By the sands of the sea She always will be Just Mllady to me.
 William sylyanus Baxter. Esq., 1uIy A Suddenly again that voice:
 "Wnl-ee" s.-
 To William, in bis high and lonely mood, this piercing summons brought an actual shudder, and the very thought of Jane with tokens of GppiS sauce and sugar still upon her choeE, probably seemed kind Ot RGcFtlSgs' He fercely swore his fsVorits oath Sc- ouired from a hero of a work of fiction he admired, "Ye godsy and concealSd his poem in the drawer of the writing table.
 .Will-ee! Mamma wants your Jane hammered on the door.
 What you want?" he shouted.
 lane explained, certain pnuses tnn< eating that her attention was parttauy diverted to another slice of bread and butter and apple sauce and sugar. "Wul-ee. mamma wants you-Wants you to go help Genesis bring some washtubs home-and tin clo'es boiler from the secondhand mans store. ! "RhGt!"
 Jane repeated the outrageous meS- sage, adding. "she wants you to hurEy and I got some bread and butter and apple sauce and sugar for comin' to tell you"
 His refusal was direct and infuTiRt- ed. but there was decisive tapping upon the door. and his mothers voice interrupted: .,
 Flush, Willie. Open the door, please"
 He obeyed funously, and Mrs. BaG' ter walked in with depressing air. while Jane followed, 90 profoundly h. terestcd that, until almost the close oE the interview, she held her bread and butter and apple sauce and sugar et sort of way station on it's Journey to her mouth.
 'That's a nice thing to ask me Co ] dor stormed the unfortunate William ''Ye gods! Do you think Joe Bulhtta mother would dare to-
 Wait, dearie" Mrs. Baxter begged ] paciheally. "I just want to ezpiAin'--
 "Explainv Ye gods" '-"'-