The Jasper news., 1922-11-02

be facetlous. "FinIng teethT" he
would know. Charging folks thenf"
Assistant justice or assistant dentist
-which9'
Bobby blushed. No. no, but In that
big building of Mr.. Deacon's where Ids
office was, wasn't there something
!. 1. II faded from him. sounded
ridiculous. OF course there was moth
ing. He saw II now.
There was nothing. Mr.. Deacon
confirmed him. But Mr.. Deacon had
an idea Hold on he said-hold on.
The grass. Would Bobby consider
| taking charge of the grass? Though
Mr.. Deacon was of the type which
cuts its own grass and glories in its
vigor and it's energy, yet in the time
after that which he called dental
hours" Mr.. Heacon wished to work In
his garden. His grass, growing in late
April rains, would need attention early
next month he owned two lots
-"of course property is n burden" II
Bobby would care 10 keep the grass
down and raked Bobby would
cure. accepted This business oppOr-
tunity, figures and all. thanked Mr..
Deacon with earnestness. Bobby's
aversion to Di. 1t seemed. should not
stand In the way of his advancement.
"Then that is checked or" said Mr..
Deacon heartily.
Bobby wavered toward the door,
emerged on the porch, and ran almost
upon Di returning from her tea party
at Jenny Plow's.
"Oh. Bobby You came to see mel"
She was as fluffy, as curly, as smil-
Ing as her picture. She was carrying
pink. gauzy favors and spear of
flowers. Undeniably in her voice there
was pleasure. Her glance was startled
but already compIacent. She paused
on the steps. .ovely figure.
But one would gay that nothing but
the truth dwelt IN Bobby.
"Oh, hullo," said he. mo. I came
to see your father"
He marched by her. His hair stuck
up at the back. His coat was hunched
about his shoulders. His insufficient
nose, abundant, loose-lipped mouth
and brown eyes were completely ex-
presslonless. he marched by her with
out a glance.
She flushed with vexatIon. Mr.. Dea-
con. as one would expect. laughed
loudly, took the situation in his ele-
phantine grasp and paved nt It.
Mamma Mamma! What do you
s'pOse? Di thought she had beau"
"Oh, papa! :" said Di. "Why, | Just
| hofn Rnhhu I ,hnta
school knows It,"
Mr.. Deacon returned TO the dining
room, hummlng in his throat. He en-
tered upon pretty scene.
His Ina was darning. Four minutes
of grace remaining to the child Mo-
mona, she was spinning on one toe
with some Bacchanalian idea Of max
ing the most of the present. Di DON'T
nnted, her ruffies, her blue hose, her
bracelet. her ring.
"Oh, and mamma" she said. "the
sweetest party and the dearest sup
per and the darlIngest decorations and
the gOrgeousest-"
Grammar, grammar" spoke Dwight
Herbert Deacon. He was not sure
what he meant. but the good fellow
felt some violence done somewhere or
other.
well" said DI positively. they
were. Papa, see my favor"
She showed him a sugar dove. and
he clucked at II.
Ina glanced at them fondly, her face
assuming its loveliest light She was
. often ridiculous, but always she was
the happy wife and mother, and her
role reduced her individual absurdIties
at least to its own.
] The door to the bedroom now
opened and Mrs Bett appeared.
"Well, mother! :" cried Herbert. the
: "well" curving like an arm. the
| mother" descending like brisk slap
/ Hungry nowf"
D Mrs Bett was hungry now. She haC
emerged intending to pass through the
= room without speaking and find f0oC
/. in the pantry. BY obscure processe.
1 her son-in-law's tone inhibited all this
NO" she snid. I'm not hungry"
0 Now that she was there. she seemed
g uncertain what TO do. She looked
t from one to another a BIT hopelessly
I somehow foiled in her dignity. Sh'
D brushed at her skirt. the veins of he
I long, wrinkled hands catching an In
!, tenser blue from the dark cloth. Sht
/ put her hair behind her ears.
n 1--WE put a potato in the oven 70
: you" said Ina. She had never learnet
d quite how to treat these periodic re
r fusals of her mother to eat, but sh
never had ceased to resent them.
n "NO, thank you" said Mrs. Bett
# Evidently she rather enjoyed the stu
4 afiOn praatfnp SOr harcaIf a cnotII0h