Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1917-09-06

slstent Whirr1ng, 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 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 a little stack Of
sugar sprinkled waters, which she
slowly but steadily depleted. Wearing
unaccustomed garments Of fashion and
festivity, 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.
Clematis 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 wafer in James ex-
ternal possession.
This incident annoyed William. Look
there!' he called from the window.
you mean to eat that cake after the
dogs had his face on it?"
"It wasn't his face" Jane observed.
well, if it wasn't his face, I'd like
to know what -
cit wasn't his face" Jane repeated.
"It was his nose. 1t wasn't all Of his
nose touched it either. 1t was only a
little outside piece Of his nose"
SWELL, are you going to eat that cake,
Task you?"
Jane broke off a small bit Of the wa
fer. She gave the bit to Clematis and
slowly ate what remained, continuing
tt. watch Genesis and apparently I'M
conscious Of the scorching gaze from
the window.
Il never saw anything as disgusting
as long as I've lived!!' William an
nounced. II wouldn't "a believed it
if anybody'd told me a sister Of mine
would eat after
81 didn't" said Jane. 81 like Clema-
tbs, anyway"
"Ye gods!" her brother cried. "Do
you think that makes it any better?
And, by the way" he continued in a
tone Of even greater severity, "Id 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. "Tm goin'
in for some more now"
William uttered q cry. These little
cakes were sacred. His mother, grow
ing curious to meet a 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
James onslaught were part Of Mrs.
Baxter's preparations.
William HE'D 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. Over.
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
e what this child Is doing?" he de-
manded. "Are you going to let her
ruin everything"
"Ruin" Mrs. Baxter repeated alb
sently, refreshing with fair water a
bowl of flowers upon the table.
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