V f-
z THE MATCHMAKERS
By Stuart B. Stone.
; Mrs. Melton-Langham sentthe
Little Witch to Fairfield to find a
"nice, dear husband with Chester
fieldian manners'and a safety de
posit vault in the bank." Those
are fhe exact words Mrs. Melton
Langham used in the little blue
tirifed note she forwarded to me;
and I was the person intrusted
with the hazardous process of
finding.
-'The Little Witch arrived next
day. She had great, brown, soul
ful eyes like a sixteenth-century
Madonna and you would have
thought her a saint at least. But
when I offered to introduce
young Harold Glenning, whom
We passecl as we drove from the
station, she tdssed her brown
ringleted head" and blazed fierce-
iy:
"No, if you and Mrs. Melton-
Langham are determined to star
me in the march from Lohengrin,
it wont be with that immature,
rainbow-garmented personage."
'"But "but" I faltered.
"But nothing," snapped Miss
Courtney. "Please drive up. I'm
'ery hungry."
That was all for young, Glen
ning. He was really not what
you would have called Chester
fieldian, but he had the safety de
posit vaults and I had picked him
as first choice. Failing here,T
had .Wilson, the attorney, ip see
Miss Courtney. Wilson was dis
tinctly eligible and was much
smitten, so that I was sure I could
indite a favorable report 'to Mrs.
Melton-Langham next day. But
after he had gone I questioned
the Little Witch and she whistled
through her teeth, "Why isn't
he bald-headed?" she demanded.
"Why should he be bald
headed ?" I countered.
"He is a lawyer," she replied,
"and whoever heard of a lawyer
with a thipk, shaggy suit of red
hair and besides I ,dote on bajd
headed men.""
I put my hand to my own
smooth crown and, grinning,
bowed. ,
"Oh, not the kind that is short
and plump, with false teeth and
eyes like a lake salmon," she
added,-so that there was noth
ing to do but "turn away in high
dudgeon. -.
After that, I entered Talmage,
the banker's son, in the lists, and
he canie and sat in a red-and-yel-low
net hammock'with the Little
Witch' for fpuf hours one night in
June. I 'thought I had surely
maae neaaway ana went to con
gratulate Miss .Virginia Court
ney. ' '
"Huh," she scoffed, with an
other toss of her head. "He prat
tles too much girls he knew at
college, where he learned to
dance, his favorite colors, the new
picture hats and all that. Wanted
to sing me a song about down
where the Tallapoosa swirls, too. -Now;
I like"
"What do you like?" I prompt
ed, as Miss Courtney hesitated.
"Oh, quiet, bald little men who
sit and moon around the veranda
at night, smoking cigar after
cigar and saying just thre'e words
aboubthe weather and fouf'words
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