The Taney County republican. (Forsyth, Mo.) 1895-1992, 1918-02-28

boy. Andy's done well, I guess. I've
always heard so. He's a millionaire
they Say,"
For long second his daughters
gazcd at him speechlessly.
Then, "a mllllonaires SON." Lark fal.
tered feebly.
"But have to go to Fort Madison.
am on the program tonight. There's the
puzzle"
ooh, father, you can leave him to
u.s." volunteered Lark. "We1l be love-
ly, just lovely. A milllonaires son
Oh, yes, daddy, you can trust him to
us all right"
At last he caught the drift Of their
enthusiasm. "Ah! l see! That fatal
charm. You're sure you'll treat him
nicely"
"Oh, yes, father, so sure. A million
aires son. We've never even seen one
yet"
"Now, look here, girls, fix the house
up and carry 1t Off the best you can.
III be gone until the end Of the week,
since I'm on for the last night, too.
VIII you do your hcstW
After his departure, Carol gathered
the family forces about her without
moments delay.
"a mllliOnalre'S SON" she prcfaced
her remarks, and MS she had expected,
was rewarded with immediate attcn-
tion. "NOw, for darling fathers sake,
we've got to manage this thing the
very best we can. We have to make
ihiS Andy Hedges, milllOnairc's son,
think we're just about all right, for
fathers sake. We must have gen
orouS dinner, to start with. Wen plan
that little later. Now | think, Aunt
Grace, lovely, 1t would he nice for you
70 wear your lavender lace gown, and
look delicate, don't you? A ChapcrOn-
ing auntic in poor health is so aristO-
cratic. You must wear the lavender
satin slippers and have a bottle Of
cologne to lit frequently to your sen.
sitive nOstrils."
"Why, Carol, William wouldn't like
it,"
wouldn't like TT" calculated the
schcmcr in surprise "WOuldn't like II
Why wouldn't he like It? Didn't he
tell us to create a good impression?
Well this Is It. You'll make, lovely
semi.invalld auntle. You must have
family pcrfumed handkerchief to press
TO your eyes now and then. 1t isn't
hot enough for you slowly to WELD
graceful fan, but we can get along
without It,"
'But, Carol"
"Thlnk how pleased dear father will
be If his old college Chum's sen is prop.
crly impressed" interrupted Carol hur.
riedly, and proceeded at once with her
plans.
connie must he a precOcious young.
cr sister, all In whlte--She must come
in late with tennis racquet, rs though
she had just returned from n game.
That will be STACEY, won't It? Lark
must he the sweet young daughter Of
the house. She must wear her silver
NULL her gray slippers, and"
what are you going to wearT
"WhO, me? Oh, have other plans
for myself" Carol looked rather un-
easily at her aunt. "It'll come to me a
little later"
ayes, indeed" said Connie. "C0rOl
has something extra up her sleeve.
She's had the mllIiOnairc's son In her
minds eye ever since father introduced
his pocketbook into the conversation"
Carol was unabashed. "My interest
is solely from family viewpoint. l
have no Interior motive"
Her eyes sparkled eagerly. "You
know, auntle darling"
"Now, Carol, don't you suggest any
thing"
"Oh, no indeed, dearest, how could
you think Of such thingf' discaimed
Carol instantly. ats such n very tiny
thing but It will mean a whole lot on
the general impression Of million
aires son. We've simply got to have
maid! To open the door, and cOur-
tesy, and take his hat, and serve the
dinner, and He's used to It, you
know, and II we haven't one he'll go
back to Cleveland and say, "Ah, bah
JOve, I had to hang up my own hat,
don't you known
"That's supposed to be English but
! don't believe II. Anyhow, 1t isn't
Cleveland" said Connie fatty.
"Well, he'd think we were awfully
cheap md hard up, and Andy Hedges,
Sr., would pity father, and maybe
send him ten dollars, and--no, we've
got to have q maidw
1--WE might get Mamie Sickey," sug.
gested Lark. T.
"She's so ugly"
"Or Fay Greer" interposed Aunt
Grace.
"she'd spill the soup"
"Then there's nobody but Ada Lone"
decided Connie.
"She hasn't anything ft to wear" oh.
jected Carol.
"Of whom were you thinking,
CarolT asked her aunt, moving un.
easily in her chair.
Carol flung herself at her aunt's
knees. "Mel' she cried.
"As usual" Connie calculated dryly.
"Oh, Carol" walled Lark, I'VE can't
think of things TO talk about when you
aren't there TO keep US stirred up."
"I'm beginning to see daylight" said
Connie. She looked speculatively at