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y THE SPOILED CAKE
-"" By Mary Gertrude Sheridan
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
c 'Hungry, are you?" asked Mrs.
cDale, thrifty housewife and most ex
"'Most starved, mum," answered
iTip Farrell dismally.
." Now this was a lie deliberate and
uncalled for. Tip Farrell had no ex
cuse for its utterance except, being
a prevaricator he was as well a thief,
fend to mask his real intentions in get
ting a view of the house and its in
terior he had played the role of the
Mrs. Dale was smiling, happy, in
love with all the world at that par
ticular moment of her life, for the
.next day was to see her daughter,
iEloise, wedded to the man of her
jjchoice. She was in her element, pre-
paring dainties for the wedding feast.
Nothing was too good for the pros
pective bride and groom and a cake
"Slightly scorched had been set aside
"Here," she said to Tip Farrell.
"It is not very good burned on the
edge, you see. You are welcome to it"
4 Now Tip, as said, was not hungry,
?but the cake was tempting. He sunk
his teeth into it.
P "U-um!" he remarked. "If your
poor cakes taste like that what must
your good ones be!" and munching
the palatable gift he left the doorway,
-lounged over to a shaded spot in a
-corner of the garden, and after de
vouring the cake, stretched himself
-out for a snooze.
-The sound of voices proceeding
.from a rustic bench near by aroused
Tip after a spell. He sat up and lis
tened. In a very few moments he
knew that the pair were Eloise Dale
and the bridegroom-to-be.
" Eloise was crying prettily and her
companion was kissing her tears
-aWay and striving to console her.
"Don't mind, dearest," he was say
ing soothingly.. "I hope to be able in
time to buy you all the diamonds and
pearls you want."
"It isn't that," sobbed Eloise, "it's
the injustice of it! Everybody knows
that Aunt Lydia when she died said
that the old heirloom, the diamond
and pearl ring, was to be mine on my
wedding day. Since Uncle Forrester
has gotten so cross and pettish he
won't hear of it He says he never
promised to give the ring, but he did,
for mother says so. Aunt Lydia said
it would bring up all kinds of good
fortune. Oh, dear! oh, dear!"
Then her lover led her away, try
ing to comfort her, his arm around
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her waist and her bonny golden
head upon his shoulder.
"H'm romance! Say, it's quite
touching," commented Tip. "I'm in
terested. That girl's mother treated
me like a gentleman- Suppose I re
turn the compliment Forrester is
evidently the name of this old selfish
skeesicks. I've got to kpep my hand
in at my trade, so ho! for the For
rester mansion, and Tip Farrell
blooming out as a philanthropist!"
A whimsical idea in his not entirely
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