The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1924-01-10
GIeanings From Vacations.

spending several weeks in some Of the
quaint little villages in the Alps. The
School Teacher is given to wandering
around in old churchyards and she dis
covers many interesting and historical
bits of information during her rambles.
but she was quite unprepared for the
unconscious bit of humor that she came
| across on tombstone in an old church,
yard of a tiny Swiss hamlet. The in-s
| scription read:
Here lies Otto Zweiss,
Who Beat the Drum
1730-1S00
Also his Wife and Children
| (and there followed more names and
dates).
Do You Believe?
| They seemed to be quite alone in the
| Toy Department,-the Lady Who Loved
| Dolls, and the Understanding Floor
walker. The Understanding one made
a move to summon a salesgirl from an
obscure corner, but the Lady raised
protesting hand.
"I don't intend to buy thing" she
confessed candidly. II haven't even
niece as an excuse. well, you see
simply want to look at the playthings."
The Floorwalker, amazing to relate,
| did not walk away in undisguised an
noyance, but beamed eagerly at her.
"Do your" He cast half-guilty look
over his shoulder and then leaned to-
ward her confidentially. you must
see the little player-pianos. They just
came in Some of them have little
benches for dolls with concert amoi-
tons. They're over here and 1 can't
keep away from them. But wait Have
you seen these little escritoires with
| the nllarter-inch stationery"
| The Lady followed him delightedly
| through the deserted aisles. Here he
stopped to point out miniature sum-
mer home with its striped awnings out,
and scrap of dimity curtain STICK
| ing out the tiny window. Here was
corner cupboard, behind whose glass
doors blue china of distinct Willow
pattern was arranged. And here were
| eight-inch rugs with Aubusson aspira-
tons. Haunting the Du Barry rose in
| pretentious fashion. ("There are gilded
chairs to go with them, too" the Floor
walker grinned, ''for the period draw
| ing rooms!")
They came at last to the toy pianos.
presided over by a truly elaborate grand
piano of ivory and gold hues. A dimin-
utive stool might have borne the weight
of two year old but certainly would
have permitted no temperamental aero
batics. The Floorwalker tried the keys
judiciously.
But here, now.
He reached in a showcase and drew
out wee hand-high player-piano which
he placed lovingly on the counter. he
adjusted the key and in a moment the
| tinkle Of a fragile melody could be
heard, exquisite and bell-like. The
| FIoorwaIker on one side Of the counter
| and the Lady on the other stood breath
J less and spellbound, their eyes on the
! tiny instrument. Over in the nursery
furniture department salesgirl appear
| ed and stood languidly surveying the
| other side of the floor an occasional
shopper wandered about in a gloomy
| field Of massive mahogany furniture.
| But they were not in the world OF the
| two who listened to far-off elfin music
there among the toys. 1t seemed to the
Lady that such music must surely
| bring Peter Pan, If it were not Peter
himself who made 1t. She looked up
| and caught the knowing eye or IaE
teddy-bear. The music stopped.
Tell me-" she said impulsively to the
Floorwalker, do you believe in"-----
"Mr. Rollins Mr.. Rollins Will you
| O. K"-- The voice Of clerk broke
in from what seemed a great distance.
Enchantment was brushed aside. The
Floorwalker fastened away and the
Lady Who Loved Dolls took the elevator
to the Aluminium Department
t'The Best Laid Plans, &C."
Not long ago the Woman cut short
a very pleasant weekend visit In the
suburbs and came back home Sunday
night in order to transcribe some notes
before they got too cold"
IIY1ONEpH
door when in HE walked--uninvited
Sic greeted him politely enough, only 1t
was getting late and she didn't propose
to lose any more time than she could
possibly help. And this is how he re-
paid her hospitality:
She had seated herself at her desk,
spreading out her loose notes and care
fully arranging them, when he came
over and rudely seated Himself on top
of the desk, right in the wagon top or
her notes, in fact-and then, reaching
out, laid hold of the machine, thereby
obliging her to suspend further opera
tiCns. Looking up in utmost surprise
at the interruption, she encountered his
beseeching gaze while he thus addressed
her:
Don't you know you've got comp'ny?"
(Purr) Twas her neighbours cat
What do you mean by sitting there
working, and on a Sunday night, too?"
(Purr.) MY, you don't know how glad
I am somebody got back before Monday
for a change" (Purr) You're a fine
hostess to keep on with your work when
I want to talk with your (Purr) mo,
/ don't want anything to eat or drink
they always leave me lot Of liver when
they go, but one can't live by liver
alone now can one?" (Purr.) And.
besides, I'm not . gourmand like dog;
know when I've had enough to eat"'
Purr.) Everybody feels sorry for
dog, but will you tell me what's dogs
life compared with cats life-lives, l
mean?" (Purr.) "Why, they ought to
feel nine times sorrier for cat So
therew (Pur-r-rD
And theen, with his great bushy tall.
he deliberately brushed off the desk
those notes on which he wasn't sitting,
scattering them all over the floor, and,
furthermore, boldly jumped into the
Woman's lap.
1t was too late then-two late TO re-
arrange those notes so she gave 1t up
and sat a while scratching his wise old
ow. head for him-all OF which may
have pleased HIM nightly, but was