The daily Alaskan., 1917-09-26

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 Then, with the consoling Miss Parch- CTS arm about her, and Mir. Watson even more dazzled with love than when he had first met her. some three hours past, she made her way between the tubs and passed on down the street. Not till the three and Flopit were opt of sight di6 William come forth from the hedge. In silence then they re- stunned their journey. Clemat1s was waiting for them at the corner ahead.
 That evening, at about half past [ o'clock, dinner being over and MT. and Mrs. Baxter parents of William) seat cd In the library, Mrs. Baxter said: Q
 "I think it's about time for you to go and dress for your Emerson club meeting, papa, If you intend to go."
 Do have to dressf" Mir. Baxter asked plaintively. I'm getting old enough not to have to. don't you think, mammal" he urged apDealingly. "When a mans my age"- [ "NonsenssT she said. Your figure is exactly like Williams. It's the 6g- ure that really shows age first, and yours hasn't begun to-" And she add ed briskly, 'Go along like g good boy and get it over"
 Mir. Baxter rose submissively and went upstairs to do as he was bid. But after fifteen or twenty minutes, during which his footsteps had been audible in various parts of the house, he called down over. the banistaFs:
 q can't fnd my evening clothes! They aren't anywhere in the house"
 Where did you put them the last time you wore them?' she called.
 q don't know"
 "All right; I'll come" she said, put ting her clothing upon the table and rising. Men never can find anything" she observed.
 Search high. search low, no trace of Mr. Baxter's evening clothes were to be found Perhaps William could find them," said Mrs. Baxter, a final con- fession of helplessneSs.
 But William was no more to be found than the missing apparel VII liam, in fact, after spending some time in the lower back hall, listening to the quest above, had just gone out through the kitchen door. And after some en- suing futile efforts Mr. Baxter was forced to proceed to his club in the ac. couterments of business,
 As he passed the house Of MT. Pareh- CT he noted the fine white shape of a masculine evening bosom gleaminS in the moonlight on the porch. A dainty figure in white sat beside 1t, and there was another white figure present, though this was so small that AT. Bax- ter did not see 1t at all. It was the figure of a tiny doglet and 1t reposed upon the black masculine knees that belonged to the evening bosom.
 MT. Baxter heard dulcet voice.
 HHs Is ipdifferink, isn't he, sweetest FlopitI Seriously. though, Ar. Wat son was telling me about you today. He says you're the most indifferent man he knows. He says you don't care two minutes whether a girl hVes or dies. Isn't he a mean ole wicked sing, p'eshus FlopitT'
 The reply was iRaudible, and Mr Baxter passed on, having recognized nothing Of his own.
 These young fellows don't have any trouble fpdiRg their dress suits, guess" he murmured, mot on a night like this"
 Thus William, after hard day, came to the gates of his romance, entering those portals of the moon in triumph. At one stroke his flashing raiment gave him high superiority over John- nie Watson and other rivals who might loom,
 
 Continued tomorToW)