Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1917-02-22

amazing evolutions. She found 1t In
her heart to speak Of it to Mrs. Betty
and Maxwell and ask for their inter
probation of the matter.
So, one day, during the seizure OF
feverish enthusiasm for self culture
Hepsey and Mickey received an invi-
tation to take supper at the rectory.
Nevertheless, Mrs. Burke thought ii
prudent to give her son some good ad'
vice in regard to his behavior. She
realized, perhaps, that a book is good
so far as it goes, but is apt to ignore
elementals. So sLe called him aside
before they started:
"Now, Mickey, remember to act like
4 gentleman, especially at the table;
YOU must try to do credit to your
brngin' up"
Yes, I'll do my level best If it kills
me,' the boy replied.
well, what do you do with your
napkin when you iirst sit down to the
table,"
"Tie it round my neck of course!"
ooh, no, you mustn't do anything OF
the sort; you must tuck it in your col.
lar, like any gentleman would. And
when we come home what are you 60
in to say to Mrs MAXWELL"
ooh, Pll say, I'll see you later"
Mercy no! Say, I've had q very
nice time"
But suppose l didn't have a nice
me,-what'd say?"
For moment Hepsey struggled &c
reconcile her code of ethics with her
idea of good manners, and then re-
piled:
"Why say, Mrs. Maxwell, 1t was aw
fully good of you to ask me- and l
don't believe she'll notice anything
wrong about that"
"Hm!" Mickey retorted scornfully.
Seems pretty much like the same
thing to me-
"Oh no! Not in the least. Now what
will you wear when we go to the rec
tory?"
MY gray suit and tan shoes, and
the green tie with the purple spots
on it,
who'll be the first to sit down to
the tablet"
Search me-maybe l will, if there 8
good eats"
Nonsense! You must wait for Mrs.
Maxwell and the rector to be seated
first"
"Well,' Mickey exclaimed In exas.
peration, "I'm bound to make some
horrible break anyway, so don't you
worry, ma. 1t seems to me from what
them books say, that when you go
visitin' you've got to tell lies like q
sinner; and you can't tell the truth
till you get home with the door shut.
1 never was good at lynn; l alwayS
get caught"
ut isn't exactly lynn, Mickey; its
just sayin' nice things, and keepin'
your mouth shut about the rest. Now
suppose you dropped fork under the
table, what'd you say?"
I'D say "scuse me, Mrs. Maxwell,
but one of the forks has gone, and you
can go through my clothes If you want
to before / go home"
"Hm!' Hepsey remarked dryly, ri
guess the less you say the better"
Arrived at the rectory. Mickey felt
under some restraint when they first
sat down to the supper table; but un.
der the genial manner of Mrs. Max.
well he soon felt at his ease, and not
even his observant mother detected
any dire breach of table etiquette.
His conversation was somewhat spare,
his attention being absorbed and
equally divided between observation
of his host and consumption of the
feast set before him. With sure tact
Mrs. Betty-though regarding Mickey
as the guest of honor-that evening
deferred testing the results of his
conversational studies until after SUP
per: one thing at once, she decided
was fair play.
After the meal was over they re
paired together to the parlor, and
while Hepsey took out her wash rag
knitting and Maxwell smoked his cigaI
Mrs. Betty gave Mickey her undivid
ed attention.
In order to interest the young peo
pie of the place in the missionar.s :
work of the parish, Mrs. Betty had or
sanized a guild of boys who were to
earn what they could towards the sup
port Of missionary in the west. The
Guild had been placed under the fos
,ering care and supervision Of Mickey
as its treasurer, and was known by
the name Of THE Juvenile Band oil
Cleaners" In the course OF tho eve
ming Mrs. Maxwell took occasion t.
inquire what progress they were n,alt
ing, thereby unconsciously challenging
somewhat surprising recountal
WELL" Mickey replied readily
we've got forty six cents in the treas
ury; that's just me. you know; ! keeI
The cash in my pants pocket"
Then he smiled uneasily and figet
ed in his chair.
There was something in Nickey'I