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By Harold Carter.
J (Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
"Frank," said Uncle Will, sup-
1 pressing a groan of pain as he
shifted his gouty leg upon the
' sofa and sat up to greet his
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"Tell Frank What?"
nephew, "come here, you scoun
. drel. How old are you?"
"Twenty-four, sir," answered
J his nephew respectfully.
"Twenty-four! And I was en
gaged three times before I was
twenty-four. Confound you, sir,
why the deuce won't you ask
Dorothy to marry you?"
"Because I don't lpvz her, my
dear uncle," answered the young
"Love! Love! What has that
got to do with it?" exclaimed the
old man irascibly. "How can
you help loving every girl at your
age? Confound you, Frank,
sometimes I think you are as cold
blooded as Ephraim over there.
Ephraim, hearing his name
spoken, stirred in his cage, and,
raising one claw, held it in sus
pense, cocked his head, and look
ed at his master, his beak half
open, his b'eady eyes sparkling.
"But Dorothy doesn't "like me
at all," said Frank Lessing.' ''Be
a little reasonable, uncle. I know
I am indebted to you for my sup
port and education and my start
in life, and alf that, but how in
thunder can you expect me to
marry a girl I don't care anything
about, and who, moreover, hates
the very ground I walk on."
4 "I'm not going to argue with
you, sir," shouted the old man.
"But I'm not going to see the
Eastdale property divided. It
cost me thirty years of work to
get that piece of land together,
and if you don't get married I'll
I'll leave it to the Home for
Decayed Parrots that I'm con
templating establishing. So you'd
better get your stupid heads to
gether, for this attack of gout is
likely to be my last and I'm go
ing to make my will tomorrow
unless I'm better.
"Ha! Ha!" croaked the par
rot. "Serves him right! Serves
him right ! Confound your impu
dence!" "Frank, put a cover oyer that
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