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THE SUNDAY OREGONIAX, PORTLAND, JTTLY o, 1908. THe appetite for the social life of London grows with what it feeds on. Although at first indisposed to be lured into the Social Vortex, I found It possessed a centripetal force which drew me steadily toward its whizzing center. Nor was it long before I became as avid as any Londoner to pursue the bewildering course known as "going on." There is a cumulative delight In whisking from tea to tea, and no two teas are ever alike. It pleased me greatly to classify and rote the difference in London teas. In New York all teas are alike in quality the, only difference being in quantity. But In London one tea dif foreth from another, not only in glory, but in size, shape and color. Yet all are enjoyable to one who understands going on. If the tea be of the Glacial Period, there is no occasion to exert your entortatning power. Sim ply assume an expression of bored superiority, and move about with a few murmured incoherent, and not necessarily rational words. There Is a very amusing story, which 1 used to think an impossible exag geration, but which I now believe to be true. Thus runs the tale: A guest at an afternoon tea, when spoken to by any one, invariably replied, '"I was found df'ad In my bed this morning." As the responses to this were always, "Really?" or "Charmed, I'm sure," or 'Only fancyl" it is safe to assume that the remark was unhpard or unheeded. But this state of things Is not cer tainly unpleasant, or to be condemned. One dpes not go to a tea to improve one's mind, or to acquire valuable in formation. The remarks that are made are quite as satisfactory unheard as heard. We are not pining to be told the state of the weather; we deduce our friend's good health from the fact of his presence; and it is therefore de lightful to be left, unhampered, to pursue our own thoughts and, if so minded, to make to ourselves our own analytic observations on the scene be fore u. Again, if the tea be of the re sponsive variety, and you are sup posed to chat and be chatted to, then is joy indeed in' store for you for when Londoners do talk, they talk wonderfully welt. I went one afternoon to a tea given PROFESSOR, AS a general thing I don't go much on looks, but I will say that I've seen handsomer specimens than Kosslter. He's got good height and plenty of reach, with legs branchln' out Just under his armpits you know how them clothespin fellers are built but ilien you finish out the combination with pop eyes and a couple of overhang in' front teeth well, what's the use? Rossy don't travel on his shape. He don't have to. with popper bopsin' a couple of trunk lines. Whin ha first begun comln" to the studio I sized him up for a soft boiled, and wondered how he could stray around town alone without liavln' bis shel'I cracked. Took nie sometime, too, be fore I fell to the fact that Rosfcy was wiser'n he looked; but at that he wa'n't no knowledse trust. Just bein' good-natured was Itosry's long suit. Course, ne couldn't help grin nin'; his mouth is cut that way. There wa'n't. any mlstakin" the look tn them wide-set eyes of his, though. That was the real article, the genuine I'll stand for anything kind. Say, you could spring any sort of a Josh on Rossy, and he wouldn't squeal. He was one of your shy violets, too. Mostly he played a ' thinkln' part, and when he did talk ho didn't say much. After you got to know him real well, though, and was used to the way he looked, you couldn't help likin' Rossiter. I'd had both him and the old man as reg'lars for two or three months, and it's natural I was more or loss! chummy with them. So when Rossy shows up here the other n.ornhr and shoves out his proposition to me, 1 don't think nothin' of It. "Shorty," says he, kind of flushin' up, "I've got a favor to ask of you." "You're welcome to use all I've got in the bank," says I. "It Isn't money." says he, grrowin" pinker. "Oh!" says I, like I was a lot sur prised. "Your usln' the touch preamble made me think it was. What's the go?" "1 I can't tell you Just now." says be; "but I'd like your assistance in a little affair about 8 o'clock this evening. Where can I find you?" "Sounds mysterious," says I. "You ain't go!n' up against any Canfield game, are you?" "That's enough." says I, and I names the particular spot I'll be decoratui at that hour. "You won't fail?" says he. anxious. "Not unless an ambulance gets me," Fays I. Well. I didn't go around battin' my head all the rest of the day. tryin' to think out what it was Rossiter had on the card. Somehow he ain't the kind you'd look for any hot stunts from. If I'd made a guess, maybe Id said he wanted me to take him and a college i lium down to a chop suey Joint for an orgy on lichi nuts an' weak tea. So I wasn't fidget in" any that evenln". as I lioUIs up the corner of Forty-second st-eet. passin' the time of day with the rounds and watehin the Harlem folks streak by to the roof gardens. Right on the liek a ha isom fetches up at the curb and I sets Rossiter givin' me tha wig wag to jump in. "You're runnin' on sked." says I. "Where to now?" "I think your studio would be the best place." says he. "if you don't mind" I said I didn't, and away we goes around the corner. As we does the turn I sees another cab make a wild dash to get In front, and, takin' a peek through the back window, I spots a second one followin "Are we a part of a procession?" says I, polntin "em out to him. He only grins and looks kind of sheep ish. "That s the regular thing nowa days.'" says he. "What! Tin badgers?" says I. He nods. "They made me rather nerv ous at first." lie says; "but after I'd been shadowed for a week or so I got used to it, and lately I've got so I would for me by a well-known London novel ist. The host, beside being an Eng lishman of the most charming type, and a clever writer, was of a genial, happy nature, which seemed to imbue the whole affair with a cosy gaiety. Though not a large tea. many liter ary celebrities were present, and each gave willingly of his best mentality to grace the occasion. Now, nothing is more truly delight ful than the informal chatter of good natured, quick-witted literary people. Their true sense of values, their quick sense of humor, their receptiveness, their responsiveness, and their Instan taneous perception, combine to bring forth conversation like the words of which Beaumont wrote: So nimble, and so full of subtle flame. As if that every cne from whom they came Had meant to put his whole wit In a Jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life . . . Wit that might warrant be For the whole city to talk foolishly Till that were cancelled. Nor are teas of this sort rare or ex ceptional. Given the entree to London's literary circles, occasions abound for meeting with these companions who do con verse and waste the time together. To my great regret, this is not to be said of America. A literary tea in New York means a lot of people, some, perhaps, bookishly inclined, invited to meet a celebrity of letters. The celebrity comes late, sometimes not at all, and he or she is 6ften en veloped tn a sort of belligerent shyness which does not make for coherent con versation of any sort. Moreover, Americans do not know how to give a tea. We are learning, but we conduct our teas In an amateurish, self-conscious way, and with a brave endur ance born of our National do-or-die principles. But to return to my going ons (which must by no means be con founded with goings-on). From my literary tea, I went to a musical tea. This is distinctly a Lon don function, and the music, while of the best, acts as a soaking wet Oster moor laid on the feebly-burning vi vacity of the occasion. The young girl sings, the long-haired gentleman plays a violin, the lady in the Greek gown plays the harp, and the guests arrive continuously, and escape as soon as possible. But, like Kipling's lovable tramp, I "liked it all," and stood tranquilly holding my teacup, while I studied the Tussaud effects all about mc. Then, as it was Fourth of July, I betook myself to the reception at Dorchester House. This is a most admirable institution. Rossiter SHORTY MS CABEV ADVENTURE WITH TWO PRIVATE: DETECTIVES AND AN ELOPEMENT feel lost without them. Tonight, though, they're rather a nuisance. 1 thought you might help me throw them off the track." "But who set 'em on?1' says I. "Oh, it's father, I suppose." says he; not grouchy, mind you, but kind of tired. "Why, Rossy!" says I, "I didn't think you was the sort that called for P. D. reports." v. v j v -Jii -vt' Lit? 5 i ":fe5fesS Wit - "I SET 'EM FACE TO FACE." "I'm not," says he. "That's just father's way, you know. When he sus pects anything: is going: on that he hasn't been told about. He runs his business that way has a big: fcrce looking into things all the time. And maybe some of them wern't busy; so he told them to look after me." Well, say! I've heard some tough things about the old man, but I never thought hed carry a thing that far. Why. thre ain't any more sportin blood In Rossiter than you'd look for in a ribbon clerk. Outside of the little ladylike boxin that he doe? wfth me. as a liver regulator, the most excitin fad of his I ever heard of was colleetin picture postals. Now, I generally tights shy of mixin' up in fam'ly affairs, but someway or other I just ached to take a hand in this. "Rossy," says Ir "you're dead anxious to hand the lemon to 4hem two sleut'9. are you?" He said he was. "And your game's all on the straight aft?r that, is it?" I says. " Pon my honor, it is." says he. "Then count me In says I. 'I ain't never had any love fur them sncai. tie- I mean the reception, not the house, though the statement really applies to both. But It Is a fine thing to celebrate our Independence day In London. There Is an incongruity about It that lends an added charm to what is in itself a stupendouslj- beautiful affair. Dorchester House, one of the finest residences in London, Is now the home of our own Ambassador, and is thrown open for a great reception on the after noon of every Fourth of July. As my hansom took its place in the long line of waiting carriages I glanced up at the noble old stone mansion, and was thrilled with a new sort of pa triotism when I saw our own Stars and Stripes wave grandly out against the blue English sky. Our flag at home is a blessed, matter-of-fact affair: but our flag proudly topping our Embassy in another land is a thrilling proposi tion, and I suddenly realized the apt ness of the homely old phrase "so gal lantly streaming." Chiding myself for what I called purely emotional patriotism (but still quivering with it), I entered the mar tectives, and here's where I gives "em a whirl." But say, they're a slippery bunch. They must have known just where he was headln", for by the time we lands on the sidewalk in front of the physical cul ture parlors the man in the leadin' cab has jumped out and faded. "He will be watching on the floor above, says Rossiter, "and the other one will stay below." "That's the way they work it. eh?" says I. "Good! Come on in without lookin' aropnd or lettin 'em know you're on." We goes up to the second floor and turns on the glim in the front office. Then I puts on a pair of gym. shoes, opens the door easy and tiptoes down the stairs. He was just where I thought he'd be. coverin up in the shade of tha vestibule. "Caught with the goods on!" says I, reachln out and gettln' a good grip on his1 neck. "No. you don't! No gun play In this!" and I gives his wrist a crack with my knuckles that puts his shootin arm out of business. "You're ma kin' a mistake," says he. "I'm a prrvate detective." "You're a third-rate yegg." says I. "and you've been nipped tryin to pinch a rubber door-mat." "Here's my badge," says he. "Anybody can buy things like that at a hock shop." says I. "You come along upstairs till I see whether or no its vortU while ringin up a :op.', of ble halls of Dorchester House. A compact, slowly - moving mass of people exactly fitted the broad and truly magnificent marble staircase. Adjusting myself as part of this ambulatory throng, we moved on. me chanically, a step at a time, toward the top. On each- landing, as the great staircase turned twice, were footmen in pink satin and silver lace, who looked like valentines. They are very wonderful, those English footmen, and sometimes I think I'd rather have one than a Teddy b2ar. At the top of the staircase our Am bassador and his reception party greeted each guest with a cordial per functoriness. ihat exactly suited the occasion, and then an invisible force, assisted here and there by a very visi ble footman, gently urged us "on. . Although the thought seems inap propriate to the splendor of the occa sion, yet to me the marvel of the af fair was the "neatness and dispatch" with which it was managed. No crowding, no herding, no audible di rections, yet the shifting thousands moved as one, and the route through He didn't want to visit, not a little bit, but I was behind, persuadin' him with my knee, and up he goes. "Look at what the sneak thief business la comin to," says I. standin' him under the bunch light where Rossiter could get a good look at him. He was a shifty eyed low-brow that you wouldn't trust alone In a room with a hot quarter. "My name is McGilty," says he. "Even if it wa'n't. you could never prove an alibi with that face," says I. "If this young gent'll phone to his father." he goes on, "he'll find that I'm all right." "Don't you want us to call up Teddy at Oyster Bay? Or send for your old friend Bishop Potter? Ah, say, don't I look like I could buy fly paper without gettin stuck? Sit down there and rest your face and hands." With that I chucks him into a chair, grabs up a hank of window cord that I hap for the chest weights, and proceeds to do the bundle-wrapping act on him. Course, he does a lot of talkln. tellln of the things that'll happen to me if I don't let him "go right off. "I'll cheerfully pay all the expenses of a damage suit, or flqes. Shorty," says Rossiter. "Forget it!" says I. "There won't be anything of the sort. He's lettin' off a littl3 hot air, that's all. Keep your eye on him while I goes after the other one." I collared Number Two squattin' on the skylight stairs. For a minute or so he put up a nice little muss, but after I'd handed him a swift one on the jaw he forgot all about flghtin back. "Attempted larceny of a tai'red roof for yours," says I. "Come down til! I give you the third degree." He didn't have a word to say; just held onto his face and looked ugly. I tied him up same's I had the other and set 'em face to face, where they could see how pretty they looked. Then I led Rossiter down stairs. "Now run along and enjoy youself," says I.' "That pair'll do no more sleut'in' for awhile. I'll keep 'em half an hour, anyway, before I throws 'em out in the street." "I'm awfully obliged. Shorty," says he. "Don't mention it," says I. "It's been a pleasure." That was no dream, either. Say, it did me "most as much good as a trip to Coney, etringin' them trussed-up keyhole gazers. "Your names'II look nice in the paper," says I, "and when your cases come up at Special Sessions maybe your friends'U all have reserved seats. Sweet pair of pigeon-toed junk collectors, you are! If they wa'n't sick of the trailin' busi ness before I turned 'em loose it wasn't my fault. From the remarks they made as they went down the stairs I sus plcioned they waa some sore on me. But now and then I runs across folk? that I'm kind of proud to have feel that way. Private detectives is in that class. I was still on the grin, and thinkin how real cute I'd been, when I hears heavy steps on the stairs, and in blows Ross-iter's old man, short of breath and wall-eyed. "Where's he gone?" says he. "Which one?" says I. "Why. that fool boy of niinel'ays the old man. "I've just had word that he was here less than an hour ago." "You .got a straight tip," says I. "Well, where did he go from here?" says he. "I'm a poor guesser," says I, "and he didn't leave any word; but if you was to ask my opinion I'd say that most likely he was behavin himself, wherever h was." "Huh!" growls the old man. "That shows how little you know about him. He's off being married, probably to some yellow-haired chorus girl; that's where he is!" "What! Rossy?" says I. Honest, I thought the old man must have gone batty; but when he tells me the whole yarn I begins to feel like I'd swallowed a foolish powder. Seems that Rossiter's mother had been notlcin symptoms in him for some time; but they hadn't nailed anything until that even in", when the chump butler turns in a note that lie shouldn't have let 0 of Cut .Loose the mansion, and down another stair case, was followed leisurely, by all. One ilght pause "in any apartment to view the pictures or the decorations, or to chat with chance-met friends. By the admirable magic of the man agement, this made no difference in the manipulation of the throng. Eventu ally one came into a great marquee, built on terraces, and exquisitely draped inside with white and pale green. Here a sumptuous feast was served with the iron hand of neatness and dispatch hidden in the velvet -glove of suavity and elegant leisure. Here, again, one met hundreds of acquaint ances, and made hundreds of new ones, the orchestra played National airs un der two flags, and the scene was one of the brightest phases, of kaleidoscopic London. Then on. out into the great garden, full of delightful walks, seats, flowers, music and rainbow-garbed humanity. More meetings of friends and strang ers; more invitations for future going on: more Introductions to kindly celeb rities: more pleasant exchange of in ternational compliment, and. above It until next mornin. It was from Rossi ter. and says as how, by the time ehe reads that, he'll have gone and done it. "But how do you figure out that he's picked a squab for his'n?" says I. "Because they're the kind that would be most likely to trap a chuckle-head like Rossiter," says the old man. "It's what I've been afraid of for a iong time. Who else would be likely to marry him? Come! you don't imagine I think he's an Apollo, just because he's my son. do you? And don't you suppose I've found out, in all these years, that he hasn't sense enough to pound sand? But I can't stay here. I've got to try and stop it, before 36i 'H'w in Sir r THE OLD MAN ALMOST It's too late. 'If you think you can be of any help, you can come along:." Well say, I didn't see how I'd fit Into a hunt of that kind; and as for knowln' what to do, -J hadn't a thought in my head Just then; but seein' as how I'd butted in, it didnt seem no more'n right that I should stay with the same. So 1 tags along- and we climbs into the old man's electric cab. "We'll go to Dr. Piecrust's first and see if he's there," says he, "that being our church." Well, he wa'n't. And they ' hadn't seen him at another ministers that the old man said Rossy knew. "If she was an actorine." says I, "she'd be apt to steer him to the place where they has most of their splicin' done. Why not try there?"-. "Good idea!" says he, and we lights out hot foot for the Little Church Around the Corner. And say! Talk about your long shots! As we piles out what should I see but the carrotty-topped nighthawk that'd had Rossy and me for fares earlier In the evenin'. "'You're a winner," says I to the old man. "It's a case of waitin' at the church. Ten to one you'll find Rossiter inside." It was a cinch. Rossy was the first one we saw as we got - into the anteroom. It wa'n't what you'd call a real af fectionate meetln'. The old man steps up and eyes him for a minute, like a dys peptic lookin' at a piece of over-done steak In a restaurant, and then he re marks: "What blasted nonsense is this, sir?" "Why. says Rossi', shiftin' from oub all, the Stars and Stripes waving over Dorchester House! From here I tore myself away to keep an engagement to tea on the Terrace of the House of Commons. This Invitation had greatly pleased me, 86 it is esteemed a very worth while experience, and. further, T was very fond of the genial M. P. and of his charming wife who had Invited me. A bit belated, I reached the lobby, where I waa to meet my host, several minutes after the appointed time. Unappalled by this disaster, because of my ignorance of its magnitude, I asked an official to conduct me to Mr. Member of Paliament. "Impossible," he replied, "Mr. Mem ber has already 'gone to the Terrace, accompanied by his guests." "Yes," said I, still not understand ing. "I am one of his guests. Please show me the way to the Terrace." He looked at me pityingly. "I'm sorry, madarre: but it is impos sible -for you- to Join them now. No one may go there unless accompanied by a member, and the member, you mention may not be sent for." This seemed ludicrous, but so final was his manner, that I became frightened lest I had really lost my entertainment! "Whether my look of utter despair ap pealed to his better nature, or whether ho feared I was about to burst into tears, I don't know, but I couldi see that he began to wever a little. I thought of bribery and corruption, and wondered if so austere an individual ought to be approached along those lines. I remembered that an Englishman had spoken to me thus: "I don't know of anybody in London who would refuse a fee. except a club servant or the King, end." he added re flectively, "I've never tried the King personally." Assisted by this knowlerige. I somehow found myself being led down dark and devious staircases which gave suddenly out upon the broad, light Terrace. My guide then disappeared like an Arab, and I happily sauntered along in search of Mr. and Mrs. M. P. The scene was unique. The long Ter race, looking out upon the Thames at the very point of which Wordsworth wrote, "Earth has not anything to show more fair." was filled with tea tables, at each of which sat a group of prominent London tea-cirinkers and their friends. The back ground, the perpendicular architecture of Parliament House, is crumbling in places. and I locked quickly away, with a feeling of apolo;;y for having viewed it so closely s to see its silent defects. My host greeted me with an air of unbounded amazement. "But how did you get down here?' BY s5E WELL FORD foot -to the other, and grinnln foollsher'n I ever saw him grin before "why, I just thought I'd get married, that's all." "That's all, eh?" says the old man, and you could have filed a saw with his voice. "Sort of a happy inspiration of the moment, was it?" "Well," says Rossy. "not not exactly that. I'd been thinking of It for some time, sir." "The deuce you say!" says the old man. "Wow!" says the old man. He'd been holdin in a long spell for him, but then he just boiled over. "See here, you young rascal!" says he. "What do you mean ""1 LOSES HIS B REATH. si 'W - SI?..: ."I by talking that way to me? Didn't think I'd object! D'ye suppose I'm anxious to have all New York know that my son's been made a fool of? Think your mother and I are aching to have one of these bleached-hair chorus girls in the family? Got her inside there, have you?" '""Yes. sir."" says Rossy. "Well, bring her out here!" says- the old man. "I've- got something to say to her." "All right, sir," says Rossy. If there ever was a time for throwln' the hooks into a parent it was then. But he's as good humored and quiet about it as though he'd Just been handed a piece of peach pie. "I'll bring her out," says he. When he .comes in with the lady, the old man takes one look at her and al most loses his breath for good. "Eunice May Ogden!" says he. "Why why on earth didn't you say so before, Rossy?" '"Oh, hush!" says the lady. "Do be still! Can't you see that we're right in the middle of an elopement?" Never saw Eunice May, did you? Well, that's what you miss by not travelin" around with the swells, same as me. I had seen her. And say, she's somethln" of a sight; too! She's a kind of female Machnow, Eunice Is. Maybe she's some less'n seven feet in her lisle threads, but she looks every Inch of it; and when it comes to curves, she has Lilian Russell pared to a lamp post. She'd be a good enough -looker if she wan't such a whale. As twins, she'd be a pair of beauts, but the way she stands she's most too much of a good thing. Finckney says they call her the Og "American enterprise," I responded, but I learned that it had been an ex traordinary and reprehensible act on the part of the official who had gulci-d me. I was sorry to learn this, but glad that I had persevered to success. Twelve people were at table, and that tea is among my fairest London recol lections. The very atmosphere of the Terrace Is parliamentarian, though, of course, not in a literal srmse, and vague, unmeaning visions of woolsack and wig seem to mingle with the visible realities. On the one side the Thames, trembling with traffic; on the other tho silent altitude of stoo. that seems to grow hospitable and confidential as you sit longer at its feet. And b?tween these, the tea-table, with its merry group, laughing at each other's Jests, and carelessly throwing about those precious invitations which keep one going cn. My rieht-hand neighbor proved to be a large-minded editor of delightful per sonality. We talked of books, and he said quite casually: "Yes, I fancy Henry James" works. And, moreover, he's a charming man, personally. Would you care to go motoring down to Rye tomorrow, and spend the day at his place?" While almost simultaneously on my other side a ledy was saying, "Yes. indeed, I'll be glad to send you a card to the annual dinner of the women authors of Great Britain." Truly, hospitality is the keynote of the leaders of London society. An apparent lack of warmth may sometimes be notice able in their manner, but they deal out delightful Invitations with a free and willing hard, the acceptance of which keeps one forever going on. And. after all, one is to prone to generalize. Hostesses are human beings, and, therefore, there are no two alike. One may classify, and the types fall easily Into classes, but one may not maku sweeping ' assertions. And. too, in so ciety, which the world over is a sham and purveyor of shams, are kind hearts always more than coronets? And when one Is gaily, perhaps flip pantly, going on. one wants to see all sorts, and I went from my Terrace tea to a private view of some paintings. Then, after suitable robing, to a dinner; then to the opera, where the delicious incongruity of Madame Butterfly set to Italian grand opera music, was heightened by the dear baby who sat flat on the stage and waved the American flag Into the very faces of the boxes full of English royalty. And so. as Pepys would say. home, and to bed, feeling that there was certainly a fascinating exhilaration in London's game of "'going on." den sinking fund among his crowd. I've heard 'em say that old man Ogden, who's a little, dried up runt of about five feet nothin', has never got over bein' surprised at the size Eunice has growed to. When she was about 14 and weighed only a hundred and nine ty odd, he and Mother Ogden figured a lot on marryin' Eunice into the House of Lords, like they did her sis ter, but they gave all that up when she topped the 200 mark. Standin' there with Rossiter, they loomed up like a dime museum cou ple; but they was lookin' happy, and gazin' at each other in that mushy way you know how. "Say," says Rossiter's old man. slzln' 'em up careful, "is it all true? Do you thiniv as much of one another as all that?" There wa'n't any need of their say in' so; but Rossy speaks up prompt for the only time in his life. He told how they'd been spoons on each other for moren'a year, but hadn't dared let on because they was afraid of bein' kidded. It was the same way about gettin' married. Course, their bein' neighbors on the avenue, and all that, he must have known that the folks on either side wouldn't kick, but neither one of 'em had the nerve to stand for a church weddin', so they Just made up their minds to slide off easy and have it all through before anyone had a chance to give 'em the jolly. "But now that you've found It out," says Rossiter, "I suppose you'll want us to wait and " "Wait nothing!" says the old man, jammin' on his hat. 'Don't you wait a minute on my account. Go ahead with your elopement. Ill clear out. I'll go up to tho club and And Ogden. and when you have had the knot tlcA good and fast you come home and re ceive a double-barreled uiessing." About that time the minister that they'd been waitin' for shows up. and Jcfore I knows it I've been rung in. well say. It was my nrst wnack playin' back stop at a weddin', and perhaps I put up a punk pereformance; but inside of half an hour the job was done. And of all the happy reunions I was ever lugged Into, it was when Rossiter s folks and the Ogdens got together afterwards. They were so tickled to get them two freak left overs of their hands that they almost adopted me into both families, Just for the little stunt I did in bilkln' them - 5' a- (Copyrighted by the Associat ed Sunday Magazines, Inc.) "Thankful For AIL Lawrence Kryle Donovan In the Eartn. Paddy McShane had no shoe, to his feet Sorra a shoe! divll a shoe' And hi. houshs looked red as he tramped in the streets Och, wlrrahoo! But ha said: "It u shoes that ye'd stick on me toes? How'd me feet ftel 'the sround. sorra one of ye know; And who'd pay for mendln' "em. do you suppose? Go oft wid ye do!" Paddy McShane hd no hat on his had Sorra a hat! divll a hat! And the rain it came down on his red scratch, instead Och, think ot that! But he said: "I it God s blessed sunshine and air That ye'd shut from mt head? Och. would one of ye dare For a trifle of rain or av wind who would care? . Shtop botherln" Pat." Paddy McShane had just nothing- at all Sorra a thine! devil a thins;! But he thought. "When I'm down, there'a no distance to fall"; And he would sing: "Faix, the merciful Master is good "to his poor: , What Is man, whom he made. If he cannot endure? Troth, It's little I want, but that tittle Is sure. For It comes from the King!" The Girl From Milwaukee, Wis. Young's Magazine. "Drink to me only with thins eyes. And I will pledge with mine!" "All right." she said, "and make It bear. And serve It in a steini"
