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poor clerk meant to go on living in
Holly street No, no, it was unthink
able. "This place must look very dingy
to you after your shining .new paint
in there," she said to him.
"No," he said, "it looks very cozy,
very homey." He took in the ample
library table, the shaded lamp, the
books and the good pictures on the
walls. "It looks very much as 1
thought it would."
"We've asked time and again to
have this room papered and painted,
but that miserable old skinflint of an
owner won't do it. It seems he had
to next door."
"Did you ever see the owner?" he
"No, I don't even know his name.
The agent said he wouldn't"
"I think he will,' said the young
"Mr. Royal! But how do you
"Well, you see, I work for him in
the silk factory."
"Does he own that, too? 'Well, he
is worse than a skinflint"
"No, he's a decent fellow, if he is
a millionaire. It's the agent who's to
The speedy way in which the cot
tage was overhauled and everything
done just as Florence and her mother
wished convinced them that young
Mr. Royal must have some "pull."
The love route is sometimes sub
ject to fluctuations, but this one
day he put the important question:
"I'm getting only $25 a week now,
but I'm promised a raise. Would you
be willing to live on that?" he asked.
"I've got to think of mother," she
answered. "If you'd let me go on
with my typewriting "
'No, no," he demurred. "I want to
be mothered a little, and I want to
take care of you both. I don't want
you to work in an office."
"I must say for a poor man you
have some foolish pride," she pouted.
Then the next minute: "I don't care
if it's only 20, we'll manage."
When Mr. Royal again found his
voice he announced that he would
bring his father to call.
The old gentleman scrutinized his
future daughter-in-law so searching
ly she began to feel uncomfortable.
"Miss Bennett," he said, "I fell it
is my duty to inform you that this
young man has been telling you a
perfect tissue of faslehoods."
"Father!" interposed the young
man, glancing at the surprised face
of the girl going white with the
shock of the revelation.
"It's true he js getting $25 a week,
but as to a raise "
"If that's all," she cried, "I don't
care. We can Ave on it If there's
nothing against Mr. Royal's charac
" 'Mr. Royal!' " sniffed the old
man. "You rascal! You didn't even
give your right name."
"What?" she gasped.
"Now never mind, Miss Bennett!
It was just a part of his Quixotic
game. He wanted to see if you real
ly cared for him. You are the right
sort I shall be very proud to have
you for a daughter. I tried out Jack
to see what he was made of. Now,
I'm going to make him superinten
dent" "Superintendent!" she echoed in
credulousjy. "Yes, you see I'm the owner, and
the old ' skinflint who owns these'
houses. All I have will be the boy's.
Just now I want him to take a vaca
tion for a honeymoon and I Want
it to begin right away. Come here
and kiss your father.
Florence somewhat dazedly com
plied. Then she glanced at her moth
er who had taken the old gentle
man's outstretched hand and she
knew her own had come to her.
Young Lady (to army surgeon)
I suppose you will marry after the
Doctor No, my dear young lady.
After the war I want peacet SquuV