The daily Alaskan., 1917-09-28

thing as l ever knew or. Don't you think so?"
 "Ess. It uz dest weirdw she an- swered. What are dat pity namesT T called you" said William huskily and reverently-'T called you My Baby Talk Lady"
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 They were startled by a crash from within the library. A heavy weight seemed to have fallen, or to have been hurled, a considerable distance. Step ping to the window, William beheld a large volume lying in a distorted atti- tude at the foot of the wall opposite to that in which the reading lamp was fixture. MT. Parcher had given up and was now haStening to his bed in the last faint hope of saving his req | son.
 William gaZed upon the fallen Plu- tarch. Somebody must a thrown 1t at bug or something, guess" Then a second explosion sent Its reYerbera- tions through the house.
 My doodnessT Miss Pratt ex- claimed.
 William laughed reassurlngly. Its only a door blew shut upstairs" he said.
 Unfortunately for him. Joe Bullitt now made his appearance. MT. Bullitt. though almost a year younger than either William or Johnnie Watson, was of a masterful disposition. Moreover, in regard to Miss Pratt. his affections were In as ardent a state as those of his rivals, and he lacked Johnnie's meekneSs. He firmly declined to be Shunted by Miss Parcher, who was trying to favor Williams cause, &C., cording to a promise he had won of her. Regardless of her efforts, MT. Bullitt descended upon William and his Baby Talk Lady and received from the latter a hOneyed greeting, some what to the formers astouishment.
 "Oh, goody cute"' cried Miss Pratt. Heres big Bruyva Josie-JOe" And she lifted her little dog close to ME. Bullitt's face, guiding one of Flopit's paws with her fingers. Stroke big Bruvva Josie-Joe's pint teeks, darlin' Flopit." GOsie-JOe's pink cheeks were indicated by the expression pint teeks" evidently, for her accompany ing action was to pass Flopit's paw lightly over those glowing surfaces.) "At's nice" she remarked. Stroke him gently, p'eshus Floplt, an nen we'll coax him to make pltty slngin' for us, like us did yestiday."
 She turned to William.
 Coax him to make pitty Singin'. l love his voice. I'm dest crazy over it Isn't oo?"
 Williams passion for Mir. BullittB voice appeared to be under control. He laughed coldly, almost harshly. Him sing?" he said. Has he been tryin' to sing around here? 1 wonder the family didn't call for the police"
 Well, they will" Bullitt retOrted, If you ever spring one O your solos on 'emT' And, turning to Miss Pratt, he laughed loudly and bitterly, You ought to hear Silly Bill sing-some time when you don't mind gOin' to bed sick for a couple O days"
 Let's all sing" the tacttul Miss Pratt proposed hastily, Come on, May and Cousin Johnnie Jump-Upw she called to Miss Parcher and Mir. Watson. Singh school, dirls an boysI Singin' school! Ding, ding! Singin' school bells a-wingin'!'
 The diversion was successful. Miss Parcher and Mir. Watson joined the other group with alacrity, and the Ave young people were presently seated to- gether upon the steps of the porch, sending their voices out upon the air and up to MT. Parcher's window in the song they found lorellest that summer.
 The singers thought so highly of the words that ME Parcher missed not one, especially as the vocal rivalry be- tween Joste-JOe and Ickle Roy Baxter melted each of them to prevent Miss Pratt from hearing the other,
 William sang loudest Ot all. Mir. Parcher had at no time any difficulty in recognizing his voice. Oh. love mE AoVe in the morning, And love my love at night: love my love In the dawning And when the stars'aro bright. Some may love the sunshine. C Others may love the dew; Some may love the raindrops, But l love only you-oo-ooi By the stars up above r' It Is you luh-huv! Yes, I love own-lay you,
 They sang 1t four '.nes; then Mir. Bullitt sang his $40, Tell Her, o Golden Moon, How Adore Her." VII liam following with ''The Violate Loves the CowslIp. but I Love Yew," and after that they all sang "0h, l Love My Love In the Morning" again.
 All this while that they sang of love Mir. Parcher was moving to and fro upon his bed. not more than eighteen feet in an ObliQue upward slanting line from the heads of the serenadeEs
 
 Miss Jane Baxter opened her eyes upon the newborn day, and her first thoughts were of Mr. Parcher-that is, I