Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1917-08-29
CHAPTER VII.
Progress of the Symptoms.

through which came an In
slstent whirring, unagree-
able to his mood, and, looking down
upon the sunny lawn, he beheid three
lowly creatures. One was Genesis,
cutting the grass; another was elena
tis-he had assumed a transient atti-
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
restivity, Jane stood, in speckless,
starchy white and a blue sash, watch
ing the lawn mower spout showers Of
grass, as the powerful Genesis easily
propelled it across the grass.
Clemat.s found his ear too pliable
for any great solace from his foot
Rising, he permitted his nose to lead
him, with the result that it touched
the rim of the last wafersin James 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."
1T wasn't his face,' Jane observed
well, If it wasn't his face. I'd like
to know what
1T wasn't his face" Jane repeated.
1t was his nose. 1t wasn't alleof his
nose touched it either. 1t was only u
little outside piece Of his nose"
"Well, are you going to eat that cake.
| ask you?" :a
Jane broke off 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.
Il never saw anything as disgusting
as long as I've lived" William an
nounced. Il wouldn't "a believed 1t
If anybody'd told me a sister Of mine
would eat after
II didn't" said Jane Il like elena
tbs, anyway"
"Ye godsv' her brother cried. DO
you think that makes it any better?
And, by the way" he continued in a
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" 81 u
In tho pantry" Jane turned and
moved toward the house. I'm goin'
in for some more now" 'f.' ~
! William uttered a CRY. These little
cakes were sacred. His mother, grow
ing curious to meet Z visiting lady Of
whom, 20 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 q small matinee. In
fact, for the honor and pleasure Of
tho son Of tho house. and the cakes Of
James Onslaught wers part Of Mn.
Bakers preparations. ,..
William HE'D himself to the pantry
with such advantage OF longer legs
that within the minute he and the wa
fery appeared In conjunction before
his mother. who was arranging fruit
and flowers upon q table in the living
room. -~..
william entered In the stained glass
attitude Of one bearing gifts. Over
head both hands supported 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 ID doing?" he de-
handed. Are you going to let her
ruin everything?" .# .
RUM" Mrs. Baxter repeated alb
ssntly, refreshing with fair water a