The daily Alaskan., 1917-10-01
CHAPTER VII. Proarvss of the Symptoms.

EMS beside an open window,
 WW through which came an 1n-
 W .sistent whlrring, unagree- able to his mood, and, looking down upon the sunny lawn, he beheld three lowly creatures, One was Genesis, cutting the grass; another was Clema- tis-he had assumed a transient atd- tude, curiously triangular, in order to scratch his eaR-the third was Jane. In one hand she held little stack Of sugar sprinkled waters, which she slowly but steadily depleted. Wearing unaccustomed garments of fashion and fesuyity, Jane stood, in speckless, starchy white and blue sash, watch ing the lawn mower spout showers of grass as the powerful Genesis easily propelled 1t across the grass.
 Clematis found his ear too pliable for any great solace from his foot. Rising, be permitted his nose to lead him, with the result that 1t touched the rim of the last wafer in Jane's ex- ternal possession.
 This incident annoyed William. Look therew he called from the window. You mean to eat that cake after the dogs had his face on it?"
 Tt wasn't his face," Jane observed.
 Well, If 1t wasn't his face, I'd like to know what
 Tt wasn't his face" Jane repeated. Tt was his nose. It wasn't all of his nose touched 1t either It was only a little outside piece of his nose."
 Well. are you going to eat that cake, ask your?
 Jane broke of a small bit of the wa fer. She gave the bit to Clematis and slowly ate what remained, continuing to watch Genesis and apparently un- conscious of the scorching gaze from the window.
 "I never saw anything as disgusting as long as I've liyedw William an- nounced. II wouldn't 's' believed 1t If anybody'd told me sister of mine would eat after
 "I didn't" said Jane. T like Clema- tls, anyway"
 "Ye godsg' her brother cried. DO you think that makes 1t any better? And, by the way" he continued in e tone of even greater severity, I'd like to know where you got those cakes, Where'd you get 'em, I'd just like to inquirer"
 "In the pantry" Jane turned and moved toward the house. I'm goin' in for some more now" William uttered a cry. These little cakes were sacred. His mother, grow ing curious to meet visiting lady of whom, so to speak, she had heard much and thought more, had asked May Parcher to bring her guest for iced tea that afternoon. A few others of congenial age had been invited. There was to be a small matinee, in fact, for the honor and pleasure of the son of the house. and the cakes of Jane's onslaught were part of Mrs. Baxter's preparations.
 William hied himself to the pantry with such advantage of longer legs that within the minute he and the wa fers appeared in conjunction before his mother, who was arranging fruit and flowers upon a table in the living room.
 William entered in the stained glass attitude of one bearing gifts, QVeFr head both hands supported a tin pan well laden with small cakes and wa fers, for which Jane was silently but repeatedly and systematically jumping. Even under the stress of these efforts her expression was cool and collected. She maintained the self possession that was characteristic of her.
 Not so with William. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes indignant You see what this child is doing2' he de- manded. Are you going to let her ruin everythinsR"
 "kuin" Mrs. Baxter repeated ab- sently, refreshing with fair water a bowl of flowers upon the table "RuinY'
 "Yes, rulnw William was hotly em- phatic. If you don't do something with her it'll all be ruined before Miss Pr-before they even get here"
 Mrs. Baxter laughed. "set the pan down, Willie"
 "Set 1t downf" he echoed incredu- lously.. with that child in the room and grabbing like
 'There% Mrs Baxter took the pan from him. placed 1t upon chair and with the utmost coolness selected five wafers and gave them to Jane. 'Td already promised she could. have, five more. You know the doctor said Jane's digestion was the finest he'd ever mis- understood. They won't hurt her at all, Willie" ...
 This deliberate misinterpretation of his motives made 1t difficult for VII liam to speak. Do you think" he be- gan hosrsely, do you think"- They're so small too," Mrs. Baxter