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have gl ven my superior the highest 1 i-onceptlon of my Journalistic zeal. At Home Bits of all kinds kept in stock a telephone station on the next corner or manufactured o ■ saorr tiofce. I called up Alra. Apperthwalte's house We carry a stock of Dry Finish and asked for Mr. Dowden. Lumber from which to make your "What are you doing?” 1 demuuded, selection. Al1 kinds of mouldings: roofing paper: laih windows door'-'. when his voice responded. No order too sin .11 or loo llr Let "Flaying bridge." he answered. nsfigure with you. “Are you going out anywhere?” West Oregon Ltimbsr Co., ClaUkanih, Ora. “No. What's the trouble?” “I’ll tell you later. 1 may wont to see you tonight before I go buck to the office." •MK«? tí*'WVA1 “All right. I'll be at Imine uli the evening." 1 hunt up the receiver and made off ------------------- And on my er ratu). Down town the streets were crowd ed with the package-laden people, bending heads and shoulders to the hitler wind, which swept a blinding, r«-( ni sleet-like suow horizontally against them. At corners it struck so tumul I ’ (Z • ' > < . •¿qr I to« tuous a blow upon the chest of the pe Light Lunches at all times destrians that for a moment It would hull thin, ami you could hear them In Sesseman Bldg , West of B-ink gasping half-smothered “Aha” Ilka bathers in a heavy surf. Yet there was a guyety in this eager gale; tlie crowds pressed anxiously, yet hap pily. up und down tlie street in their generous search for tilings to glv« uiiiiitiuinmiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiHiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiininis away. It was uot the rich who strug gled thiough tlie storm tonight; theta* a were p ople who carried tlieir own ‘The Holiday Spirit Caught bundles home. You saw them: toilers =3 and Held Before Your Eyes X ami savers, tired mothers und fathers, worn with the grinding thrift of all the year, but now for this one uight careless of how haril-saved the money, reckless of everytlilng but the joy of giving it to bring the children joy on the one great tomorrow. So they bent their heads to the freezing wind, tlieir arms laden with daring bundles and their heart« uplifted with the tremul ous happiness of giving more than they could a.lord. Meanwhile, Mr. Simeon Feck, l.or.est man, had chosen this season to work harm if lie might to the gentlest of Us fellow-men. BY i I found Mr. Feck waiting for me B ooth T xrkington at his house. There were four other men with him, one of whom I recog nized i s Grist, n squat young mini BOOTH TARKINGTON with slippery-looklng black hair and a lambrequin mustache, They were donning tlieir coats and hats In the hall when I arrived. "Frot i the Despatch, Peck gave me greeting, as tie wound a knit comforter about his neck. "That's good. We'd most give you up. This here's Mr. Grist, and Mr. Henry 1‘. Cullop. and Mr. Gus Schulmeyer— three men thut feel the same way about Dave Beasley that I do. Tliut other young feller.” lie waved a mit- tened linnd to the fourth man—“he’s from the Journal. Likely you’re ac- qua in ted.” The young man from the Journal was unknown to me; moreover, I was far from overjoyed at his presence in the group. “I've got you newspaper men here.” continued Mr. Feck, “because I'm goin' to show you somep'n* about Dave Beasley that'll opeu a good many folk's eyes when it’s In print.” QI : « "Well, what is it?” I asked, rather sharply. I*ART I —Ne ew con ier in a small town. ..s the a young news pap.r n Ul, \- “Jest hold your horses a little bit,” story. Is a.na: Zed by the ui .1 countable he returned. "Grist und me knows. actions ot a m ran woo. foni the window of a line I.oust e. ap’ar •ntly i as co verse and so do Mr. Cullop and Mr. Schul- jlarly with invisible j. •! on ages. meyer. And I'm goin’ to take them mentioning one •Sniph •doria.’ i he youth tile Lome of and you two reporters to look at it. goes to his le aidai Mrs App. rih'.va (■ . r ■ to the scene All ready? Then come on. of the strat.c - proc « bewildered. He threw open the door, stooped PART 11.—Next morning tie discovers to the gust tliut took him by the his strange n>-l-hl»>r is !.'■« Hon David throat, and led the way out into the Beasley, f.roaiir,. t |< liticlan, a A uni versally resp teil T p I ■ st --f Ii” last storm. night's exrwr i nee, he lx m irk« Ilv Inter rupted by a fellow board r. a Mr George “What Is he up to?’ I gasped to the Dowden I.at-r. with Miss Appertliwalte. Journal man as we followed in a he is an unseen witn-ss of a purely straggling line. imaginary jumping - out-st betw-en Beas ley and a "Bill Hammersley." .Miss “I don’t know any more than you Apperthwalte appeals de~piy concerned, there apparently being no possible ex do.” he returned, “He thinks he’s planation of th- strange pro eedlngs. got something that'll queer Beasley. Peck’s an old fool, but it’s just pos PART ill.-Tbe reporter learns that Beasley and Miss Apperthwalte had at sible he’s got hold of something. Near one time be n eneatte), and tl at the ly everybody lias one tiling, at least, young lady had broken the engaxement because of Peasley’s “lack of imagina- thnt they don’t want found 'out. It tion." may be a good story. Lord, what a PART IV.—The "mystery” of "Slmple- night!” dorla" and "Bill Hammcrsk-v “ is ex- I pushed ahead to the leader's side. plained b; Mr Dowden. Beasley Is car ing for i‘ small boy, Hamilton Swift, “ See here, Mr. Peck—” I began, but Junior, a h«lp!ess invalid bodily though he cut me off. more than ordinarily bright mentally, tne son of dear friends who are dead, and “You listen to me, young man! I'm "Simpledorla” and "Bill Hammersley” givin’ you some news for your paper, are ■ reatures of Beasley's anil the small boy’s Imagination. Beasley humoring th« and I’m gittin’ at it my own way, but little sufferer by the “play acting.” I’ll git at it, don't you worry I I'm PART V. —The reporter becomes ne goin’ to let some folks around here qualnted with David Beasley a-d Is ... in- know wbnt kind of a feller Dave vited to his home, where he meets Hamil ton Swift Ji.-n-or. and his circle of "In Beasley really is; yes, and I'm visible-.” which Beasley ami Georxe Dow goln’ to show George Dowden he can’t i den have m.-i ’e very real to the child. laugh at me!” PART VI -Biasley Is a string candi “You’re going to show Mr. Dowden?” I I date for his |- '■ gubernatorial nomi I said. “You mean you're going to nation. his ch ef enemy be'ng one Simeon Pe< k. a am lit-souled, mean-thinking In I take him along with ua on this expe I dividual. " h r porter la s- nt by hla city dition, too?” editor to •••« P- k, who de. i res he baa "somethin” on" Beaslev. Peck and a “Take him!” Mr. Peck emitted an number of hts < roni< .<. with two reporters, acrid hark of laughter. “I guess he’s set out for Bea.-l > ’s I •• .« which Pock declares la 'he ent»r of Christinas fes at Beasley's, all right” tivities to which Beasley has not deigned “No. he isn’t; he's at home—nt Mrs. to invite his party's workers, to whom, however, he looks for support In hla po Apperth white’s—playing cards.” litical aspirations Assured of hfs < oming “What!” triumph. Peck invites Georxe Dowden, as Beasley's clor. st personal and political “I happen to know that he’ll be friend, to Jon tlie party, taunting him there all evening.” with the fact o' hte not b-*lng considered good enough roc' illy to be entertained by Mr. Peck smote his palms together, Beas'ey Wat ’Ing from the out- de. they “Grist!" lie called, over his shoulder, see Beasley and h's colored servitor Bob, though apparently atone In a brightly and his colleague struggled forward. Illuminated room with a marnifl ently "Listen to this: even Dowden ain't at decorated Chr'stmss tree, «■<• i ngly en tertaining a larg number of a ts Ml-s Beasley's Ain't the I-ord workln’ fer Apperthwnltc lias V 1 d P> i’s party, us tonight?" ana. considerably mystified t> ey await developments Th»v .-ar Drtvil Beasley “Why don't you take Dowden with (Dowden declares, for the first time In his you," I urged, “If there's anything you life) make s speech I 1« only a ulltor ap parently he‘n? f'ld t: tbou -h he talks want to sliow him?” I “ a'ldr" *’—»Ing a large gnth'ring Fol- as If “By George, I will!” shouted Peck, lowing tl - rpe< h. 1 Bea-ley. bv himself, "I’ve got him where the hair’s short dances a "••• ndril’»-." with amazing fidel- tty to dets*!, and s full oomn'ement of now I” invisible partners pe k l >s Jubilant, , 1n- “That’s right," said Grist, slstlng that ’ <»'l ’ crazy ind that h« will have th« news ' all ov*r town" to “Gentlemen"—Peck turned to the morrow Mies XPP r'liwa'te is b--a lldered. other» 'when we git to Mrs. Appertli- The dan< *- conclu-'ed the wav In rs for the first time *xcotm- aware of the pres wnlte's. jest stop outside along tbe ence of Hamilton S" 'ft. Junior, and all fence a minute. I reckon we’ll pick realize that David B- .asb-y- -In Miss Ap- perthwaiic’s opinion a mm of no ■nazi- up a recntlt.” nation—laa devised the w I-- vhrm.- u> Shivering, we took up our way give plea-otr« to h'« li’tlo crippled ward Th« repo l«n omn i“ - Peek the atory will again In single file, stumbling through be "all ov«r town" tomorrow, and that drifts that had deepened Incredibly Individual : -..liz--- ho •V ^reativ I he human interest ot the st- rv* ifrt" •«nethen Beas within tbe hour, The wind was 's crestfallen ley's po<ltc>'i He straight a gainst us. i.nd so stlnglngly lea nnd - the Miss An-hr ■ ' lev's "party,” young r p r er lol-t sharp and so laden with the driving i the ad •he young Indy I ' n snow thnt when we reached Hrs. Ap- it's i-hrutruas mission or "J uki one jierthwalte's gate (wiilvh wa ap ttaMl" Reeds New Conkctlûiieiji LUNCH FJGC.Vi Cliiistnias partii •Then let's see If there ain't some Mr. Corley Llnbrlfltrw, and Master the second table!" Mr. Peck shrilled way to do It. Perhaps he ain't pulled HammersleyYou «ce before you to out Ills acrid and exultant laugh Bensley's) my eyes wers so full of again. “I got these fellers from the all tbe shades down on the oilier aide night, In my person, nteraly the rep- smnrtliig tears I could see only newspapers, and ull I want Is to git the house. Lots o' people ferglt to do reaeutative of your reel hoet. Mister blurred planes of light dancing vague Swift. Mister Swift ha« exproaaed a this here ball In print tomorrow, and that." ly In the darkness. Instead of brightly There was but one mind In the party wish that there should be u «peecb, mo what the boys thut do the work lighted windows. at the primaries have to say about regarding this proposal. The next anil Ims deputed me to make It. Ha “Now,” said Peck, punting and It—anil whut their wives’ll say about minute saw us all cautiously sneak requests that the subject he ha« aa* turning his back to the wind; “the the man that’s too high-toned to have ing into the side yard, a ragged Hue ■Igned me should be treated In aa dig rest of you gentlemen wait nut here, 'em In his house. I'll bet Beasley of bent and flapping figures, black nified a milliner as la possible—con You two newspaper men. you come sidering the orator. Ladlee and thought he was goln' to keep these against the snow. with me.” gentleiueu ” — he took a alp of water— Simeon Peck's expectations were ful doln's quiet; afraid the fanners might He opened the gates uud went in, not believe he’s jest the plain man filled—more than fulfilled. Not only “1 will now address you upon the fol tbe Journal reporter and I follow lowing subject: ‘Why We Call Chriat- I ing—all three of us wiping our half- he sets up to be—afraid thut folks were all the similes of the big three mas Time the Best Time.' like you thut ain’t invited might tuni faced buy-window of the "sitting room” blinded eyes, When we reached “Christmas time Is the best time b> against him. I’ll fool him I XVe’re lifted, but (evidently on account of shelter of the front porch. I took goln’ to see what there Is to see, and the too great generosity of a huge log cause It Is the kindest time. Nobody key from my pocket and opened I'm goln' to have these boys from the fire that blazed In the old-fushloned ever felt very happy without feeling , door. newspapers write a full account ot It. clilmney-place) one of the windows very kind, ami nobody ever felt very ”1 live explained to I you mint to come aloug, 1 expect was half-raised as well. Here, In the kind without feeling at least a little Peck. shadow Just beyond the rosy oblongs happy. So. <»t course, either way It'll do you a power o’ good." “All right,” he said. "Jest of light that fell upon the snow, we about, the happiest time la the kind “ I'll go. ” said Dowdeu quickly. He lu and tell George Dowden that est time—that's thia thus. Ths moat got Ids coat and hut from a tulde In gathered and looked freely within. Part of the room was clenr to our beautiful things our eyes can see ara the hall, and we rejoined the huddled view, though about half of It was shut the stars; and for that reason, aud In and shivering group at the gate. "Got my recruit, gents!" shrilled off from us by the very king of all remembrance of One star, we set Peek, slapping Dowden boisterously Christmas trees, glittering with dozens caudles on the Tree to lie stars in the on the shoulders. “I reckon he’ll git and dozens of candles, sumptuous In house. Ro we make Christmas time laden a time of stars Indoors; and they silver, sparkling in gold, a change of heart tonight I" many shine warmly against the cold out I And now, sheltering my eyes from with Heaven alone knows doors thnt Is like the cold of other the stinging wind, I saw what I had sensons not so kind. We set our hun been too blind to see ns we approached dred candles on the Tree and keep Mrs. Apperthwalte's. Beasley's house them bright throughout the Christ was Illuminated; every window, up mas time, for while they shine upou stairs and down, was aglow with rosy us we have light to see this life, nut light. That was luminously evident, as n battle, but as the march of a although the sliudes, or most of them, mighty Fellowship! Ladles and gentle were lowered. men, I thank you!" "Look at thut!" Peck turned to Dowden, giggling triumphantly. “Wha’d He bowed tu right and left, as to an audience politely applauding, and, I tell you! How do you feel about It now ?’’ lifting the table and Its burden, with drew; while old Boh again set Ills "But where are the cabs?" asked fiddle to Ids chin Hnd started to scrape Dowden, gravely. the preliminary mensure uf u quadrille. “Folks all come,' answered Bensley was buck In an lustant, Peck, with complete ussurunce. i shouting ns he came: "Take yuur “Won't be uo more cubs till they be- pardners! Balance all I” gin to go home.” Ami then and there, and all by him We pluuged ahead as fur as the self, lie danced a quadrille, perform corner of Beasley's fence, where Peek ing nt one and the same time fol stopped us again, and we drew to four lively couples. Never In my life gether, slapping our hands and stamp have I seen such gyrations and capers ing our feet. Peek was delighted—a ns were cut by that long-legged, loose- thoroughly happy man ; Ills sour giggle jointed. miraculously flying figure. He of exultation had become continuous, was In the wildest motion without und the same jovial break was audi cessation, never the fraction of au In ble in Grist's voice as he said to tlie stant still; culling the figures at the Journal reporter and me: top of his voice ami dancing them “Go ahead, boys. Git your story. •Imullaneously ; his expression anxious We’ll wait here fer you.” ' hut polite (ns Is the habit of other Tbe Journal reporter st urteil to- , dancers) ; ills liumls extended as If to ward tlie gate; he hud gone, perhaps "Gentlemen"—Peca Turned swing his pnrtner or corner, or "op twenty feet when Simeon Peek whist Others—“When We Git to Mrs. Ap- led in sharp warning. The reporter posite lady;” ami tils feet lifting high perthwaite’s, Just Stop Outside stopped short in his tracks. nml fliiiqilng down In an old-fashluned Along the Fence a Minute." Beusley's front door was thrown step. open, and there stood Beasley himself "First four, forward and back I” he Peek's out here and wants to see him in evening dress, bowing and smiling, shouted. “Forward and salute! Bui- at the door a minute. Be quick.” but not at us. for be did not see us. ; mice to corners I Swing pardnera I I went into the library, and there Tlie bright hall behind him was beau- Opposite the Tre«, Hie Back Against I Gr-r-rand ■tight and Left !** "sat Dowden contemplatively playing ttful with the Wall, Sat Old Bob. evergreen streamers mid I think the combination of abandon bridge with two of the elderly ladles wreaths, and great flowering plants In mid what «lelectulile enticements. Op and ilecoruiu with which he per and Miss Apperthwalte. The last- Jars. A strain of dance-music wandered posite the Tree, ills back aguliist the formed thnt "Grand Itlght-aiid-Left” uientloned persun quite took my out to us as the door opened, but there wall, sat old Boh, clad In u dress of ' was the funniest thing 1 have ever breath away. was nobody except David Beasley in In honor of the Christinas eve (I sight, which certaiuly seemed peculiar state, part of which consisted of a seen. But I didn't laugh at It. Neither did Miss Apperthwalte, at swallow-tail coat (with an overgrown supposid) she wore an evening dress -for a hull! chrysanthemum In the buttonhole), a i my side. of black lace, and the only word for “Rest of ’em inside, dancin’,” ex "Now do you believe me?” Feck what she looked has suffered such plained Mr. Peck, crouching behind red necktie, nnd a pink and silver lib misuse that one hesitates over it: yet the picket-fence. " It’ll be the house Is I erty cap of tissue-paper, lie was scriip- was arguing, fiercely, with Mr. Rehuí- that is what she was—regal—and no tnore’n half full o’ low necked wim- Ing a fiddle “like old times come meyer. "Is he crazy, or ain't he?" again,” and tlie tune he played was, "He Is," Grist agreed, hoarsely. "Ho less! There was a sort of splendor mln !’’ "Oh. my Liza, po' gal!” My feet Is h stark, starin’, ravin', roarin’ luna about her. It detracted nothing from “Sh!’’ said Grist. “Listen to Dave shuffled to It In the snow. this that her expression was a little Beasley." tic! And the nigger’s humorin' him!” No one except old Bob was to be sad: something not uncommon with They were nil stHrlng, open-mouthed Beasley bad begun to speak, and his seen in the room, lint we watched lilm ' and aghast, Into the lighted room. her lately; a certain melancholy, faint voice, loud uni! clear, sounded over mid listened breathlessly. When he but detectable, like breath on a mlr- the wind. "Do you see where it puts us F "Come right in. Colonel 1” finished “Liza.” he laid the fiddle ror. I had attributed it to Jeun Val- lie said. “I I'd ’d have sent a cub across his knee, wiped his face with Rlmeon Peck's rasping voice rose Jean, though perhaps tonight It might for you If you hadn’t telephoned me ' high. a new ami brilliant blue silk handker have been due merely to bridge. "I guess I do!” i mid Grist. "We this afternoon tliut your rheumatism “What Is it?" asked Dowden, when, was so bad you didn't expect to be chief, mid said: 1 come out to buy ii burn, and got a “Now come de big speech." after an apology for disturbing the able to come. I'm glad you're well house nnd lot fer the warne money. It's gnuie, I had drawn him out In the again. Yes, they're all here, and The Honorable David Beasley, cur the greatest night's work you aver the hall. ladles are getting up u dance In the rying a small mahogany table, stepped done, Sim Feck!” out from beyond the Christinas tree, I motioned toward the front door, sitting-room.” “1 guess It Is!" "Simeon Peck. He thinks lie’s got "«hake on It, Sim.” (It was ut this moment thut I re- iMlvaticed to the center of the room; something on Mr. Beasley, lie's wait ceived upon tlie calf of the right leg set the table down; disappeared for They shook hands, exalted with tri- ing to see you." a kick, the ecstatic violence of which a moment mid returned with a white umph. Dowden uttered a sharp, half-co led me to attribute it, and rightly, to water pitcher ami n glass. He placed "This'll do the work,” giggled Feck. these upon the table, bowed gracefully herent exclamation and stepped quick Sir. Dowden.) “It's about two-thousand per cent bet ly to the door. “Peck!” he said, as he "Gentlemen's dressing-room up several times, then spoke: ter than the story we started to git. jerked it open. “Indies and gentlemen—” There he Why. Dave Beusley'll be In a padded stairs to tlie right, Colonel," called paused. “Oh, I'm here I” declared that gen Beasley, as he closed the door, cell in n month! It'll be all over town tleman, stepping Into view. "I’ve “Well,” Mr. Rlmeon Peck, slow- tomorrow, mid he’ll have as much There wus a pause of awed silence come around to let you know that among us. ly,' "don’t bent hell!" chume fer governor as that nigger In you couldn’t laugh like a horse at me "Look < Tin* Journnl reporter there!” In hla ecstasy he smote Dow (I improved It by returning the no more, George Dowden! Ro you kick to Mr. Dowden, He made no twitched Ills sleeve. “Ladies present.*’ den deliriously In the ribs. “What do weren't Invited, either.” “Where?" said I. acknowledgment of Its reception other you think of yuur candidate now?” “Invited?” said Dowden. He leaned nearer me mid spoke In than to sink his chin a little deeper "Walt,” said Dowden. “Who came where?” ■ low tone. Into the collar of his ulster.) In the cnl.M that Grist saw?” “Over to the ball your friend Is “Just behind us. She followed ns “By the Almighty!" said Simeon This staggered Mr. Feck. Hu givin’." Peck, hoarsely. “Who—what whs over from your boarding house, «lie’s rubbed hla mitten over his woolen “Wbnt friend?” Dave Beasley talkin' to? There wasn't been standing around near us ull cup na If scratching his head. "Why,” “Dave Beasley. Ro you ain’t quite nobody there!” along. I supposed she wan Dowden's he said, slowly—"who In Halifax did go<sl enough to dance with bls high- J “Git out," Grist Itade lilm; but bls (laughter, probubly.' »» come In them caba?” society friends!” tone was perturbed. “He seen that “He hasn't any daughter.” I said, “Tlie Huiichbergs? Where—” "What are you talking ulioutF reporter. He was givin' us the and stepped back to the hooded "Listen,” said Dowden. Dowden demanded, imjiatleiitly. laugh." figure I hnd been too absorbed In our "First couple, face out I" shouted “I reckon you won't be quite so "He's crazy!” exclaimed Peck, ve quest to notice. Beasley, fncltig out with un Invisible strong fer Bensley,” responded Peek, hemently. It was Miss Apperthwalte. with a vindictive little giggle, "when Immediately all four members of hla Rhe had thrown a loose clonk over Ind) mi his nklmlioed Hrin, while old you find he cun use you In his luisim-ss, party began to talk at tbe same time: I her head and shoulders; hut enveloped Bob siiweil mmlly nt "A New <’ooo In hut when it conies to entertainin' oh Mr. Schulmeyer agreeing with Grist, In It as she was. mid crested nnd Town.” "«• conil couple, fall In!" Beasley no. you ain't quite tlie boy !” und Mr. Cullop holding with Peck epauletted with white, I knew her at “I’d appreciate your explaining,” that Beasley had surely become In- once. There was no mistaking her, wheeled about and enucted the seismi) couple. said Dowden. “It’s kind of cold sane; while the Journal man, re- even In a blizzard. ’’Third couplei” He fell In behind standing here.” turning, was certain thut he had not Rlie caught my hand with a strong, Peck laughed shrilly. ’"Then I been seen. Argument became a quick pressure, and. bending her head him elf lignin. "Fourtli couple, If you please I Bal reckon you better git your hnt and wrangle; excitement over the remark to mine, said In n soft whisper, close mier ALL!—I beg your pardon. Miss coat mid come nlong. Can't do ns no able scene we had witnessed, and, to my ear: harm, nnd might be an eye-opening perhaps, a certain sharpness partially “I Jieard everything thnt man said Mohinna, I’m nfrald I stepped on your fer you. Grist and Gus Rchulmeyer engendered by the risk of freeslng, In our hallway. You left the library train. Sashay All!" and Hank Cullop’s waitin’ out yonder led to some bitterness. High words door oiwn when you called Mr. Dow After the "sashay’’— the noblest and nt the gate. We lie'll havin' kind of a were flung upon the wind. Eventually, den out." most dashing bit of gymnastics dle- consuliation at my l-ouse over somi |i'n* Rlmeon Peck got the floor to himself “So,” I returned, maliciously, “you pliiyeil in the whole quadrille— ha Grist seen at Bensley's a little earlier for a moment. bowed profoundly to his Invisible part —you couldn’t help following!" In the evening. "See here, boys, there’s no use Rhe released my band—gently, to ner mid came to a pause, wiping hla “What did Grist see?” streaming face. Old Hob dexterously glttln’ mad amongs’ ourselves,’’ he my surprise. "Cabs! Cabs drlvln’ up to Ileus- vociferated. “One thing we’re all swung a "A New Coon” Into the stately "Hush," she whl pared. "He’s say Isy’s house—a whole lot of ’em. Grist agreed on: nol dy here never seen no ing something." measures of a triumphal march. was down the street a piece, mid It such a dam jh <-ullar performance as "And now," Beasley announced. In "Ladies and gentlemen,” said was pretty dark, hut he could see the we jest seen In their whole Ilves he- Beasley again—and st(i|iped again. stentorian tonos, "if the ladles will b« lamps and hear the doors slam as the fore. Thurfore, ball or no ball, there’s Dowden's voice sounded hysterically so kind ns to take the gentlemen's people got out. Besides, the whole somep'n' mighty wrong about this In my right ear. arms, we will proceed to the dlnln* (Miss Apperthwalte place is lit up from cellar to attic, business. Ain't that so?*’ had whispered In my left.) “The only room and partake of a slight eulla- Grist come on to my house and told They said It was. speech he's ever made In his life— tlon." me about It, and I begun usin’ th« Tiiereujsin came a slender piping of "Well, then, there’s only one thing and he’s stuck!” telephone; called up all the men that io do—let's And out what It Is." But Bensley wasn’t: he was only joy from that part of the room count In the party—found most of which had been screened from us by deliberating. “You bet we will.” ’em at home, too. I ast 'em If they "I wouldn't send no one In there “Ladles aud gentlemen," he began_ the Tice, was Invited to this ball tonight; and • ’one,” Peck went on, excitedly, “with "Mr. and Mrs. Hunchberg, Colonel screened from ua by the Tree. not a one of ’em was. They're only ■j crazy num. Besides, I want to see Hunchberg and Aunt Cooley Hnnch- “Oh. Cousin David Beasley, that wM In politics; they ain't high society what's goln’ on, myself.” herg, Mbs Molulinu, Miss Queen, aud the benutifullest quadrille ever <lanc«d enough to be nst to Mr. Beasley's Miss Marble Huneliberg, Mr. Noble, In tn«’ world I And now, please, won*! "And so do we!” This declaration dancin’-partles! But I would 'a' was unanimous. Mr, Tuui, aud Mr. Grandee Hunchberg, you take Mrs. Hunchb«rg out to snp- thought b«'d let you In--anyways far p«r?" pronchcd from ths north, not passing Continued Next Week