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V
mJT'jIi Jfc rV- r- li if
THE clement outid were in
perfect harmony with the
condition which v prevailed
within. The wares dashed whlte
cappad over the a wall In mountains
ef spray, the wind roared and lashed
the heavy rain against the windows,
while leaden-hued clouds gave so
hope of stinnhlne for hours to come.
Mignon Murdock pat at the breaK
fast table swabbing her pretty eyes
with a Terjr moist and futile apology
of a handkerchief, while her husband
ef a week stood with bis hands thrust
deeply Into hit pooket, his good look
ing boyish face as troubled as the sea
he was giulng at out of the expensive
apartment window,
"What are you going to do, Byron?"
came In quavering accents from the
table.
"Do? Blest It I know, unless It Is
someone for few thousands. I aerer
dreamed that the people would take
our marriage like this, I thought they
would be lopping mad for a few days
and then turn round and say 'Bless
you, my children.' Biggest surprise In
my life; seems like a ghastly night
mare to me. What doea your Uncle
Tom say? Read It again, sweetheart.-'
The boy came apd sat down by hli
girl wife and gave her a protecting
caress.
Mignon dabbed away a fre? h gush of
tears, and spreading out the fatal let
ter read between gulping sobs:
"My Dear Children Since you have
SO you think you're tired of the
East and ua Qsterners, and
you're leaving nt tor the fogsy
Pacific?"
Molly flecked her blue-black carl
away from her saucy little fact, patted
Len't rough gray tleev and smiled op
Into his eyes.
"Tou think I'm funny, don't you,
Len, to want to go? Why, it' the
chance of a life time. I've always read
about the palms and mllet of roses
and "
"And earthquakes and desert Sum
mers," muttered Leonard Ray, uneasl-
iy.
"Now uncle' got me that candy
tor place with the nice manager
.there Isn't any reason why I shouldn't
go. And he's even sent my fare both
ways," Molly went on as if Len hand't
thrown the cold water over her dream.
"I'm a reason why," Len protested
solemnly. "Nice managers aren't in
It! The nifty brown bungalow In the
apple orchard It waiting, Molly. Tour
starting off Is going to mean we can't
be married before fall and "
"1 never promised, Len. I always
wanted to see something of the world
first, anyway. Ton said tbe bungalow
waa a good Investment"
"Tou know what kind of an invest
ment I meant, Moll,' Leonard told her.
"Wait and maybe we can go West to
gether some time. You'll find things
different out there. Youll get home-
AS Harrison- Van D Veer, now
Hal Jonet, Texas rancher
and good fellow all around,
tat la the dim light of hit den, he lift
ed the heavy embossed stationery on
which was scrawled a few lines and
read the letter over apt over. Clara,
bis wife, cam In. wiping her hands In
her gingham apron, and with one arm
around bit neck, she, too, (canned the
sheet with a whimsical little smile
playing around the corner of her
mouth.
Fate play funny tricks, eh, Clara?"
Hal smiled up at her with a most
telf-satlsfying glance.
"It taught u how to live, dear," she
answered, and then, drawing a little
red cushion from a nearby chair, sbe
threw It on the floor and took her seat
right at the feet of her adorable Hal.
It had been three yeart since tbe
Honorable Harrison Van De Veer came
to live way down In Texas on tbe openworse each
ranch he now makes bis home. He bad swelled Into
been exiled from hit home, family,
friends and fortune all because he had
married the girl of his choice.
According to the rules of the ex
clusive society set In which be had
spent bis day since babyhood with his
ALL ready for the Blelgh rtde.
boye and girls," piped Jones,
as be entered the school
room "All here and ready, but Sally
Hicks and sbe 1 always late," spoke a
cborus of voices, that surrounded the
little country schoolroom ttove.
Bally was a bright-eyed little girl of
If. with cheeks like roses and hair
that fell on ber shoulders in golden
curls. Her drive to school each morn
ing was far from short, but Sally felt
she wanted to go and must go home
and put on ber new brown coat and
knitted red cap that her aunt Johanna
bad tent her for ber birthday the day
before. Taul Rice, tbe youngest trus
tee of the tcbonl was goiDg cod sne
tuust look ber very best.
"What I the matter and the hurry.
tpy dear?" spoke Sally's mother, look
ing over her spectacles, as flly rucb
ed Into (he kitchen. "Ob, nothing
much, mother. onl)j Horace has Invit
rd me to rid In that horrid looking
alelgb. I just bate ol4-iahlon sleighs
ad old-tashion people any ay," splut-
seen (It to light your lamp at Hymen's
altar without consulting your elders
as to ways aid mean of providing the
oil so necessary to replenish It, espe
cially In these days of H. C. I. I have
come to the conclusion, that In tha
terms of your modern slang, 'It Is up
to your husband to provide that oil.'
Byron Murdock must play the man and
keep the child he has taken from my
care and try and compensate her for
all the advantages he has deprived her
of. I am willing re give you DuBoia
Point as a home this Summer; you
might take two paying guests there and
so help to pay off some of your honey
moon debts. At the end of the season
Byron might enter business life." . .
Mignon's voice became hopelessly tan
gled up In tears as she flung the letter
away from her. "I didn't think Uncle
Tom could ever be so cruel," she
wailed.
"And Dad says If I am such an ass
as to leave college, why I can go hang.
I cant let you see his letter, darling,
It Is too profane; but I can make i
safe bet that your Uncle Tom and he
have both chewed the, matter over and
neither Is willing to put up the dough
sick for tbe apple tree."
, "I will not!" Molly laughed. "I
want to find things different." Then
she added without the least malice In
the world, "I want to find folks differ
ent, too."
"They are I've heard," Len remarked
briefly. "If you want the fun they'll
give you, and that's all, I'm sorry, Moll.
You needn't think you're going to find
a man out there that likes you better
than I do. It can't bo done, girl. Nice
manager! Umph!"
"You funny boy!" Molly laughed,
but she was thinking right hard.
The next week Molly Sauders start
ed on the Journey of her life, waving"
cheery good-bys to the family, but see
ing longest under the clndery station
roof the sober face of Leonard Ray as
It still pleaded for her not to go.
"He's a selfish old thing ' Molly told
herself, as she watched thl dingy city
roofs and then the soft green fields and
white birches and apple trees sMp by.
A tear stole down her pink cheeks and
landed on her white cotton gloves. "I'd
like to know what I'm crying for. Be
cause be gave me the preserved ginger
i
stolid money magnet father, the illus
trious Harrison Van de Veer, Sr., wiz
ard of finance, be was expected 'a
marry a girl from the moneyed set. So
accordingly, when he brought back his
little bride whom ' he had married
abroad and introduced her to the Hon-
orable H. V. Sr., the elder shook his
white head In disapproval and early
that evening asked young Hal bow
much the divorce would cost.
"Why, father, I don't mean to di
vorce Clara, she Is my wife, and I love
ber," Hal said, startled at the sugges
tion. But the domestic storm grew a little
day until one day it
such fury It suddenly
burst, and Hal left the enormous In
dustry his father was engaged In, giv
ing up his position as general manager
to take refuge with hi little bride, "on,
anywhere away from here," a he put
It
tered Sally, "but then I suppose I
will have to go, as be has been so good
to father since bl Illness."
Two o'clock came and Horace drew
up in front of Sally's door, well pro
tected from the Winter' cold by hi
red scarf securely w rapped around his
head, and his fine looking sleigh, as he
supposed.
"Ready, Sally," shouted Horace In a
hoarse voire, from the sleigh.
Tbe drive to the little red school
seemed long to Sally, as her thoughts
were all on seeing ran I Rice, the sleigh
ride, the lovely supper at Nancy
Blake's and not on the question that
Horace bad asked.
Well and just then Sally, jumping
'aaflsssSst
or LOVE
The Sun oi Tomorrow
to help us out!" The young husband
wiped away the glistening tears and
kissed his wife's mouth Into a more
normal curve.
"We'll show them we can make a
living!" Mignon's eyes flashed determ
ination. . "We'll go down and open up
DuBols Point and take la boarders: you
can help., Byron, it's a lovely place,
lonely, perhaps, but then people like it
there, and at least we can make enough
to pay off our honeymoon eipenses.
Of course, we'll have to work, dear,
peel the potatoes and things. Anyway,
wa can show those two old forgetters
of youth and love that we can wriggle
out of the lap of luxury 'they have
nursed ua In."
The girl set her red lips firmly, and
Byron, feeling his backbone stiffen un
der his silk shirt, was resolved to
"peel potatoes and things" until the
cows came home, or longer It neces
iary. 'His conscience bothered blm as
he looked at his dainty wife and,
thought of the mansion he had stolen
from her and the staff of servants that
bad been at her bidding; and Mignon,
as she looked at her handsome boy
husband, realized that he would miss
his carefree college life and the sup
The East Is
and the silk stockings maybe." she
pondered. Then, "It's Just like a mov
ing picture out the window. Only I'm
moving Instead of It Isn't It grand!"
By the third d? the grandncsa bad
begun to pall. The monotony of the
wide prairie country, the hot stuffiness
of the cars, and the loneliness pelted
at Molly's staunch little heart Mil she
almost wished she hadn't come. The
folks who spoke to her talked too much
about cltres and lobster salads, and the
folks she'd like to talk to looked mil-llon-alry.
The dining car was the Joll
est, reel Ingest place ever, and the lit
tle silver plates swallowed so many ot
Molly's shabby bills that she finally
stayed away and munched nuts squir
rel fashion and sobfully. Tbe nights
were pretty bad, too. A moving pic
ture for a bed was not so thrilling,
after all.
As she seared her Journey's end
Molly began to grow actually fright
ened, but she didn't know why. She
could see to far and It seemed as If the
good old Atlantic must be over yonder,
and it never was only more wide
sweeps of land sun parched, brown,
Where Roads End
So it was Harrison Van De Veer, Jr.,
stepped from the train at a little by
station down In Texas and took tbe
name of Hal Jonee, Clara was with
him hand In hand. Within a week sbe
bad made little draw curtains for tbe
windows of their little hut and Hal
had gone to town 'regularly each day
to fetch back some varnish for the
floor or some tacks to. hang the pic
tures on or some oilcloth for the lit
tle table which served as kitchen, din
ing and library table all In one. (
Hal had gone repeatedly to look for
a Job, for the one hundred dollars cap
ital which he had taken along with
him was slowly but surely dwindling
doWn into cents.
Whan tbey had got down to their last
twenty-dollar note Clara concocted a
scheme In ber mind while she was ly
ing awake one night late staring Into
tbe dark but seeing only poverty clos
ing upon them by degrees. Sbe would
Hero of
from the sleigh, forgot to even thank
Horace, but he wa soon tucked in and
on bit way home.
"Where have you, been the last hour,
Sally Hisks?" shouted a voice from'tlie
corner, "we want to get started.".
Sally was cold after ber long drive
and syod by tbe stove warming her
little wbite hands, first looking at Paul,
who stood nearby polishing his finger
nails, and thinking of the boy who had
brought ber safely there and gone.
"Well, I don't care anyway." she
thought to berself, "I never did like
old fashion people or never will."
Safe to say Horace was tbe object
of ber thoughts, and offender In com
JWB ADVENTURE'
port of an adoring and wealthy fa
ther. Both realized , too, 'that evou
though they had ."married In haste,"
their repentance would be hard work
for them.
'. .
DuBols Point was 10 miles from no
where In; particular. An up-to-date
Summer cottage on the lake, when one
bad servants to do the work; a good
car to drive a few miles to the near
est farm-house for milk and other
necessary things, and another 10 or
more for fresh meat. An ideal place
to" stay for a week end with a pcVty of
friends, and an up-to-the-minute motor
boat to take you to the surrounding
beauty spots. Such things Mignon re
membered made DuBols Point livable.
But DuBols Point bad an entirely
different aspect when Byron and shp
opened It with two boarders. After
their hotel expenses were paid they
had no money to hire help. Byrou
supposed be would be expected lo
clean shoes, wait on table and help
Mignon around the house. Neither of
them, however, dreamed, In their Im
aginings, the amount of work that two
boarders, themselves and one small
East
flat, so different from the bard, scary
mountain that bad been threatening
to tumble down on tbe train, and so
horribly different from tbe snugly lit
tle hills and apple trees at home.
"I wanted It to be different," Molly
told herself bravely. "But I didn't
know It was going to be lonely differ
ent" 7
Uncle and Aunt met her at the sta
tion and hardly gave her a chance to
get the awful sticky black washed olf
and a fresh blouse on before they took
her to the candy store. "They're hort
of help, and the manager, Norton
Frost, Is keeping the place open for
you. You've got to pitch right In,"
sbM Uncle.
And Molly pitched In bravely, learn
ing candy, candy prices, candy smiles
and sweltering In the new kind of heat
that seemed to be wlltlnber to a fraz
zle. What a stuffy place the city was!
And foggy; and then it never talnsd.
Umbrellas- were only needed for Mol
ly's tears nights after she went to bed
funny tears; almost as If their own
er were homesick. And wasn't the city
packed! No extra room, like Len'l
go to town and hire out as child's
nurse. They bad both made a solemn
promise to each other that they would
never jgo back to Harrison Van De
Veer, Sr., seeking help until they knew
they were welcome, and It waa months
now since they had left, and not even
a note from him.
Now. Clara had been a nurse and
that profession she knew well. In fact
that was how she met Harrison Van
i De Veer, Jr., or she hail touu nursing
In a French relief hospital to which
Harrison Van De Veer was brought in
an emergency while on a business trip
abroad.
As Clara dismounted When they
reached tbe town sbe was startled
from her reverie by the sound of wild
tries and everyone In the towa teemed
to have gone mad. Hal jumped from
the horse and having installed Clara
safely behind tbe sugar barrels In the-.
Dreams
parison with Paul, the highly polished
gentleman, who stood by the stove.
"We must get started now, boys and
girls."
Paul helped Sally on with her coat
and assisted her to tbe sleigh and tbey
were soon cuddled together in the cor
ner of tbe hay bottom sleigh' talking
and chatting.
After the toasts at Nancy' class
supper the boys one by one told of
some great adventure in tbeir lives
and Paul's tales of hit life of adven
tures held little Sally awestrucK,
while the others were amused.
"The storm Is growing worse, we
must get started." '
.Paul calling Sally to one side whis
cottage cpuld make In every 24 hours.
TJjp creation of the world seemed a
simple feat compared wltU their day
labor at DuBols Point. Then there
wafthe fear that the boarders mlgbt
leave, they ttere paying so well, and
the honeymoon bills looked as though
they might be paid off If all'went well.
It was astonishing that, they did not
leave; their beds were seldom ever
made until sunset; the meals were
never on time, and provided out of tin
cans most of the time, and the cottage
was In a general state, of chaos. )
The young husband and wife honest
ly tried to make the beat of a bad situ
ation, not only for their boarders, but
In trying to help themselves. The
boarders certainly must have had the
patience of Job and" the digestion of
an ostrich, though they never com
plained and were always delightful
company. Mr. Russell Radford was a
vfry quiet, very neatly dressed man in
the late 30s, and Mrs. Keel, a widow,
was about the same age. Neither gave
any Information about himself. It was
hard to tell what station of life they
belonged to. Apparently they were in
terested In each oJ.her, or the life at
DuBols Point would not have satisfied
field and meadows. " But Norton Frost,
manager, was nice and jolly and West
ern. There waa that to be thankful
for. '
' The second week he asked Molly to
go to the show with him. 'She went,
and cried softly all through the big
picture because It had soft pretty hills
and farmer In It that reminded her
well, hills and all of Innard Ray,
whose letter had Just about broken her
heart that morning. It had been so
lonesome sounding. . .
After that first evening. In spite of
the tears, Norton took Molly about
rather often to quaint restaurants and
theaters and parks, with the palms
and mile of roses, and to museums
that had alTthe wondrous things Molly
bad ever dreamed about. So Molly
Saunders ought to have been happy,
especially sjnee the handsome Norton
told her occasionally that he liked her
more and more; and It had always
been the secret wish of Molly' roman
tic little heart to marry a real live
Westerner. But, with all this, Molly
missed something .
Sbe had the desert heat Len had
grocery itor he too ran out and fol
lowed the crowd.
It was the outbreak. The famous
Mexican outbreak as the paper said, it
pne outbreak Is any more famous than
another. But here It was in full swing
and help was needed on the American
border, ' " ...
There wa a skirmish, a battle and
then Clara used ber skill. Sbe had
always been an adept at making the
best of thing and sbe prbved her skill
here. A hospital was erected In no
time on the screened porch of the gro
cery store and sheets and' bandages
made and rolled from old muslin bor
rowed from tbe community. Clara bad
won her battle, the battle for a living.
Tbe little skirmish had qpened the
way for a real future Mr both Hal and
Clara or better Known In the Northern
gossip centers as Mr and Mri. Harri
son Van De Veer, Jr.
' Clara had all thetlttle things trans
By Abhcr Anthony;
pered In ber ear In a gentle voice, "we
will go bark In Mr. Blake's new red
tlelgb It will be much safer and be
sides.' Sally, It look a lo't nicer."
They bad only gone a short distanre
and they came to the turn ,ln the road
when the horse jumped, and Paul bc-came-wngry
and lashed the horse; the
blinding drift of tbe new fallen snow
and the angry lashe of Paul fright
ened tbe horse, the sleigh overturned,
and poor Sally lay helpless by tbe aldo
of the road.
"Hasn't Sally come yet," Horace Ex
claimed as he walked into tbe cozy sit
ting room of Mrs. Hicks' home, "Jack
and all the rest hare arrived."
"It Is a bad night and I think It right
3
By Elsie EncGcott?
them fpr three' weeks at tbe high rate
of board tbey were paying. Byron said
it was robbery,' ana once nervously
suggested to Mrs. Keel that tbey were
not receiving their money's worth, but
she gently but with dignity said every
thing wa as they expected.
Doing the unusual always comes to
a climax." It was a cool morning,
when the locusta sizzled around and
the lake looked like a calm before a
storm. Mignon, very white and tired,
was frying steak over the gas stove
and- Byron, with hair as long as' his
poet namesake, and two days' growth
Oft his chin, was scraping new pota
toes, when In walked tbe two board
er, looking very cool in white gar
ments, and also out of place In the
general muddle of unwashed dishes of
the tiny kitchen, which In the old days
Nakito, the little Japanese cook, kept
Immaculate.
Mrs. Keel coughed gently,. "Mr. and
Mrs. Murdock, we wish to Inform you
that we are leaving you at boarder
today; but your people wish us to stay
on and take care of the cottage, so that
you can both have a rest. To explain,
Mrs. Murdock't uncle will arrive to-
By Parke Whitney
ri i'iffTBf
warned ber about; she had all the can
dy she could eat; the homey life at hn
aunt's, besides the attention of Norton
Frost But with aH thl Molly throut
got lumpier and lumpier, and slie
couldn't tell for the life of her why.
Then one evening out in City Park, like
a story book exactly, the great Norton
Frost asked little Molly to marry him,
and he told her abont the white bungle
low In the suburbs where they would
live, with the oranges and figs and nec
' tarlhea and tree-blgh rose bushes la
their back yard, and no earthquakes
or thunder fhowert ever, and delicious,
coot evenings, and
"It's what I've always dreamed
about." sighed Molly. All those things
and a real ton of the TJolden. West for"
a husband." '
Norton laughed. "Then lt' settled,
little Molly, and w can be married in
the fall?"
Thfn suddenly Molly dashed twav
so fast that she stepped on the prtc
Rest cactus in the park.
"You mustn't kiss me, ever, Mr.
Frost," she stammered. "You see--,
I" Molly got on the other id of the
By Joella Johnson
23
ported to her hut, and there she estab
lished a permanent little shelter for
the sick. She had investigated and
found that the nearest hospital was
miles away and many folks had died
while waiting to be taken there. There
was plenty of Illness down-in this hot
country, especially when the element
.was foreign. When they received their
'first check for services rendered the
government, Hal et about fixing up
the little shelter house and It really
looked like an up-to-date city sanitari
um when he was through touching It
up. Clara did tbe nursing. Hal did the
washing, baking and cooking, while
Dr. Morrison from town attended.
With the money they took in as their
share Hal Invested In a little piece of
land. Then he doubled It and tripled
It, and with the proceeds derived from
that they invested In machinery to
draw oil from the ground where Hal
bad discovered It one day.
for me to follow th4broken road to
Nancy Blake's," Horace said in a deep
voice.
In a short time Mrs. Hicks had Hor
ace well supplied with coats and
shawlk, and started over the 'road to
Nancy Blake's.
"Oil up Dobbin, we must meet Sal
ly," "Horace exclaimed to his faithful
old white Horse. The sleigh glided
over the fleece-lfke enow and had only
gone six miles when My, what a ter
rible sight confronted Horace as he
came to the turn In the road, there lay
tbe girl ot lilt dreams unconscious In
tbo snow.
"Sally, Sally, can'tyou speak?" And
picking her up in his arms, he placed
- J,!,,.,,,,;;.,
morrow with Mr. Murdock, and they
wish ut to get the house- In order..
"Who In the thunder are you . . .
and what are you getting at?" Byron
.reared hit slim form up to Its full six.
feet. ' .
"We are 'sorry, but we wer paid by
your people to com here as boarder
... . to see bow you would make
out. Will you forgive us? We bav
reported that ' you, wore the 'gamest'
pair we have vcf teen, and we art i
proud to work for both of you.?
"And it was Just a bluff, our people,
being mad at us for getting married?"
exclaimed Byron,
"Just a bluff,' to see what you were
really mad of, Ir,"'samwMr. Radford,'
with a slight bow.
) , "And they are coining td ace us to-
morrow, Mignon, darling. ,1 think thoy
bav'e realised we are not a comle of
tame kittens . . . but I'm awfully
sorry that our boarders had to suffer ,
on our account. Will you forgive us
and believe us that we will be the most
considerate people you ever have got
a meal for , . . w-e have learned
from experience, and your gieut pa
tience.1, Byron Murdock gripped the man- '
servant's, rfap. white Mignon wounj
her arms around Mrs. Keel's plump
neck and kissed her. "TLnter they were
turned laughingly out of the disor
dered kitchen to rest up for the great
reunion of the morrow.
cactus. "I've dreamed shout all the
things, but they were sort of a night
mare, I guess. I'm homesick. I want
Leonard Ray and the apple trees. Wt
want to come here some time togeth
er, you see. I shouldn't have let you
lake me places, because all, tbe time
I've been Imagining you were Len
and " ,
"I'm from Boston, anyway. Molly,"
laughed Norton Frost easily. "You're
not losing much of a Westerner. Might
call on you some tlmo when I'm East.
Len Ray Is an old friend of mine. He
told me to keep an eye on you tnd
give you a goot time; hut he's been
missing you lately pretty hull, so I
thought I d bettor make you - see how
you reall.it felt about thligH."
Molly recovered from the amazing
deluxe with remarkable calm, and In
a ridiculously short time took the fast
est crosf-continent .train to LeonarJ
Ray and that brown bungalow In the
apple orchard and the 1est little' town
in tbo world. '
a . . "
TedHe a queer chap. He say he
likes to write verse.
Ned There's no accounting for
tastes. I know fellows who claim they
like to read It. " ;
Bobbles What does Wills author
mean by saying that the hero had well
carved feature?
Dobblea-il'erhapa he shaved himself. ,
It had been a hard fight for both, but
then tbey were wonderfully rontcnt In
their accomplishment, and it was only
now tbey realized It in Its full value.
As Harrison Van De Veer, Jr.. picked
up tbe note once main and held it
closer to tbe shaded lamp on his rough
twig-made table, h? looked down at
Clara with a twinkle in his eye and
said: "Shall we go'back, little girl, as
father asks?" and Clnra answcrwl In a
proud hut gentle little voice, "Yes,
dear, If you will promise it will be
only for a visit."
' , .
There Is a fresbtfess about the Ori
ental viewpoint ot "English as she is
spoke" thajt j positively refreshing.
Here Is a little sample from an Orl- .
ental paper with an English section:
"The news of English we tell Uie
latest. Writ In perfectly style and
most earliest. .Do a murder commit,
we hear of and tefl of. Do mighty
chief die, we publish If and "in borders ,
somber. Stall has each one been col
lege and write liko the Kipling and
the Dickens. We circle .every town
and extortionate not ' for advertise
ments." ' .
her gently beside blm ln the old-fashion
sJclgh. -
The cold sharp wind of the Winter'
night brought Sajly to consciousness
and as sbo ' lookcd,.Hfl'intoi Horace's
honest blue eyes she placed her tiny
white arms around bis neck and ex
claimed. "You are the true hero of
my dreams."
T
The Exaet Terminology. .
The proprietor of a grocery stqre
chanced to glance but the plate-Alas
window and saw a mall boy Ilngoying
around a barrel ot apple exhibited on
the sidewalk. '
"Hey; there, boy!" exclaimed xhe
grocerymah, going to the door, "What
are you doing?"
"Nothing." laconically answered the
boy, with hi, eyes still fixed on the
barrel. ' .
"Nothing, eh?" doubtfully returned
the ma,n. -"Aren't you trying to steal
some ot those apples?"
"No, sir," responded the younpteft.
"I'm trying not to." .