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Emmett came in and took a chair
beside her.
"Well, Minna," he said, "I never
thought to meet you like this, after
our parting. Minna, I want to tell you
how hard I triedHo find you again.
I have been madly in love with you
ever since."
Minna had that the rustling of the
newspaper had stopped. She won
dered what "Pop" was going to do.
He must haye heard. You see, she
had never wholly understood "Pop."
"Who is that fat fellow you've
taken up with?" asked Emmett.
"Shucks, I thought you had better
sense, Minna. Well, I suppose you'll
shake him and resume the old part
nership with me, won't you?"
There was a noise of heavy pacing
boots in the kitchen, but Emmett evi
dently thought they were in another
apartment, for he paid no attention.
He put his arm round the dancer.
"I'm going to take you back, Min
na," he said. "And this time it's go
ing to last longer," he added.
"Pop! Pop!" called Minna. "Bring
Wilhelm in here to show him to Mr.
Emmett, will you?"
"Pop" Kupfel came out of the
kitchen and into the parlor. He was
in his shirtsleeves, and in his arms
he carried a red-faced duplica of him
self, about a year old, and he stood
at Minna's side like a fat old sol
dier. "This is my son, Mr. Emmett." said
Minna. "And this is my husband.
You see, now, there are important
reasons why I should not 'resume the
old, partnership,' as you phrased it,
with you, aren't there?"
Emmett rose Up and his face grew
purple. And that was the critical
moment. Perhaps Minna, good wo
man though she was, had at time's
found "Pop" a little trying and
thought regretfully of how much bet
ter she could have done if she had
not married him. If "Pop" had lost
his dignity, now, he would in a way
have been found wanting.
But, as Emmett stood there, scowl
ing and sneering, and breathing heavt
ily, "Pop" put down the baby and
waddled solemnly up to him,
"I'm sorry my wife can't go mid
you to live," he said thickly. "Von't
you dake ein glass beer before you go,
Mr. Emmett?"
Emmetfs hand was on the door.
"What do you mean?" he stammered.
"I vant to talk mid you," answered
"Pop." "I vant to find oud vy God
made a mans like you. You must be
good for somedings or He vouldn't
haf done it."
I think that was the finest tribute
any man could have paid his wife.
You see, though he was a poor, fat,
bald-headed old man, it never entered
his head that Minna could be unfaith
ful to him. And when they were
alone and she fell, sobbing, into his
arms, his face looked owlish in its
solemn mixture of surprise and grief.
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FASHION FADS
One of the most striking character
istics of the Paris "opening" this year
is the youthfulness. inherent in every
line of the models displayed. Search
as one will, there seems to be .noth
ing in the way of clothes that is really
designed for the woman of mature
years.
The pantalet frocks shown by
Cheruit and Premet were very much
admired, and we shall probably see a
few of these frocks later.
Exceptionally pretty summer ma
terials are now to be had at really
nominal cost. Of these, cotton crepe,
cotton voile, chambray, ginghams in
plain, striped and plaid, and cotton
ratine would be adapted for the de
velopment of a simple dress.
Neckwear is decidedly having its
day this season. Gowns, suits and
blouses, all have taken unto them
selves crisp little white collars whica
add to their charm and becoming-'
ness. Organdie is the most popular
material for these collars.
A boy's first love -is usually old
enough to be his mother.
