Free trader-journal. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1916-1920, 1917-07-27

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"And so noisy. Full of shots and
pistols-and mostly about some poor
creature who'd snned and repented."
That's the sort of play | disap-
prove Of. particularly for my daugh-
ter Sir George commented from his
place on the settee. Il am glad,
Georgy, that you were not there
"Oh, saw it last week." said
Georgy with miscellaneous satisfaction.
And you ought TO 90. father. You'd
weep over the heroine Frightfully
damaged lady-wasn't she, Guy?'
OH frightfully" said Guy. Com
pletely beyond repair"
Il knew the minute she walked on
she wasn't good woman. She was
so pale and circle-y, and SO beautifully
dressed" Georgy explained, as she
watched her father squirm. Shocking
her respectable parent was one Of
Georges favoritc diversions.
You mustn't talk this silly cyni-
cism." Ethel reproved the two young
people -
Don't worryw Georgy retorted
Father knows | don't get that sort
Of chat from my very proper COVER
ness. It's just hereditary from him,
/ express what he feels but doesn't
dare say"
But Sir George refused to be an
noyed by his daughters hectoring.
AT least | deserve credit for my
modosty." he observed dryly.
you really ought to see the play.
Sir George" the irrepressible Guy re-
marked. He was always ready to
back up Georgy in any deviltry she
might embark upon.
Yes It deals with our next war;"
that young lady added.
"As if a playwright knew anything
of thatr' her father scotfed.
IFS horribly insulting to us Brit
ons," Mrs Falconer remarked.
Drives in lot Of home truths and
gives lis English Il fearful raggingw
Guy added cheerfully.
Sir George looked at him somewhat
suspiciously.
"Who wrote it? Bernard SHAWL
he inquired. And there was much re-
proof in his tone. To him, Shaw was
/ like red rag to bull.
81 don't know who wrote IT,"
/ Georgy said carclcssly. 81 never can
remember the beasts Names"
at seemed to me to present YER,
striking picture of what may veft
likely happen Henry Streetman in
tcfposed.
Mrs. Falconer turned to him in as
constituent. She did not think that
anyone in his senses could have taken
that silly play seriously.
"You don't mean you really believe
there Is going TO be war right over
there on the continent?" she exclaimed
II do, rather. And I fancy Sir
George agrees with NEEDN'T you,
Sir George?' the willy Streetman ven.
tured. He was determined that if he
did not succeed in forcing Sir Georges
hand he would at least give him a
run for his money.
Sir George looked bored
Really, sir, should prefer not to
discuss that matter" he said once
more
Gcorgy laughed gayly.
ga Ii 4,
of dignity like that, it means serious
business. she observed. And there
was deal of truth in her statement,
frivolous as she seemed. But Georgy
was no fool. She had not lived with
her father close upon eighteen years
for nothing. She knew uncrringy
how to interpret his every manner.
"But why should there be war even
II an Austrian duke did get Killed by
some Serbian or other| Mrs. Fal
coner asked. "Of course I've only
seen the headlines" she fastened to
add, to dsclaim any such pleheau
pastime as The reading Of newspapers
"Bchnd that assassination there Is
much of international politics and di
plomacy." Sir George explained. ar
fact It's rather a long story"
"Then. father, don't tell IT, his sar
castle daughter baulered. Her plea
however. was entirely superlluous. Sil
George had not the slightest intention
Of committing such IN in1iscretion
Bpy Guy Falconer was ready enough
to mir his opinions.
"Oh It's not inst Austria and Scr
via" he said confidently. 1.-THE trouble
l. that Germany IS pnltlng Austria OF