self. (Rises.) What's that? you don't know? Well, 1 don't either! Pa looked over his glasses and said; "It's just as well; maybe old Sellers will live to be as old as Methusalum. He's an old crank and no knowing what he'll do with his money." And then Mabel laughed and said she'd "be sure of that first." I never understand a word they're talking about, but it's lots of fun to guess, don't you think so? You don't seem to feel easy in that chair; here, try this one. (Places chair.) Mabel had a caller one night and we found that chair broken next day—it aint been so strong since 'twas fixed. (Pauses, walking right.) I don't like Jack Ashleigh, do you? He's got such a way of saying (patronizingly): "Ah, little girl, how do you do?" I hate folks to speak to me like that! He was here last night and stayed ever so long. I didn't go to sleep 'cause I'd eaten a lot of candy and didn't feel good; so when I heard that door squeak, I crept to the top of the stairs and listened. I didn't do it to be mean, but there's lots I want to learn. Well, he kissed her hand and said, "Oh, that's only an aggravation!" and after a few minutes of fussing round Mabel let him kiss her lips-saw he was going to get mad, I s'pose. Then he says, "I'll run in to-morrow night, dear," and she says, "I'm going to have a caller," and he says, "Who? that little strawberry blonde, with the base-ball mustache?" and you ought to have heard Mabel laugh! Your hair is kind of red, aint it? And your mustache is pretty thin. Bob asked Mabel if you wore one, and she said she wasn't quite sure, but she had thought, when you sat between her and the light, that she'd seen symptoms of one. Hark! I can hear Mabel now. She's changing her slippers. The pair she had on are run over at the heel. What! you aint going? What's that? I may tell Mabel you won't trouble her again, and she may reserve any, or all of her evenings for the others? Oh, it aint a bit of trouble! She's got it all fixed like clock-work and never makes a mistake. You needn't worry a bitI declare if he hasn't gone! Just bolted right out of that door! (Slowly.) The other fellows I talked to did just the same and Mabel's wondering why they don't call again. Of course she'll blame me, when I aint done a thing but be sociable and try to make 'em feel at home. Here she comes! Guess I'll light out, as Bob says, and get those chocolates before she begins to get mad. (Exit hastily.) GRANDPA AND BABY. Out on the lawn, one summer's day, And smiled to hear his gleeful shout Beneath the elm tree's waving crest, Grandpa and baby fast asleep. On rounded cheek and golden head On both, and wrapped them in its spell. Fixed was the look of sad content The elm-tree boughs are gaunt and bare Nor evermore, on summer day, Boston Transcript. JACK. He aint much of a dog to look at; He may want a deal of polish; His manners are rather rough; He followed me home one Christmas, And his bones came through his skin. He'd a string round his neck, and I reckon They'd been trying to hang him,-poor wretch! But he got away from them somehow, And, for the present, cheated Jack Ketch. Well, he stuck to me like plaster, And I got to be fond of the brute, And his tail would wag fast and faster I was fond of a glass, and I often And I seemed quite blind to my fate. I was entering one evening, as usual, A saloon-and the worst of its kind; The dog had got hold of my jacket, And he cried like a child at my feet; He barked with delight and leaped round me, My wife seemed surprised when she saw me, And I answered, "That dog is a model; I shall name him 'Teetotal Jack!'" So, what if the poor brute is ugly, THEY MET IN DEATH. A grand crash-a shower of flying splinters-bump! bump! and the coaches settled back on the rails and the passengers picked themselves up and cried out to each other that there had been a collision. So there had. Freight No. 17 was pulling in on the side track, but the day express thundered down on her while the long train was yet a third of its length on the main track. Some one had blundered. Some one's watch was off time. Some one must be held responsible for the accident. Under the overturned locomotive was the firemandead. Near him was the engineer, pinned down to the frozen earth by one of the drivers, and when he had been relieved, a doctor, who was among the passengers, knelt beside him and said: "Arm broken-leg broken-foot crushed to a pulp. He cannot live." Who had blundered? Who had disobeyed orders? The conductors of the two trains were comparing watches and orders, when the engineer beckoned them. "I alone am to blame!" he whispered. "I wasn't due here until 10: 10, and it was just 10:05 when I struck the freight. I was ahead of time-running on her time." "So it was so it was," whispered the two conductors. |