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! GRANDMA'S BLUFF
f By Frank Filson.
1 Grandmother Penderby was one of
those sweet-faced, silvery haired old
ladies who seems to have stepped
straight out of the pages of some sev
enteenth century novel. She ruled by
love, but unquestionably, in the old
house at Lynbrook.
Nobody would ever have dreamed
of disobeying or thwarting Grand
mother" Penderby. Even "Squire"
Penderby, hot-headed and impetuous
"Didn't You Ever Break an Engage
as he was, had never done that One
glance from grandmother, one wave
of the uplifted finger and the Squire
was reduced to a condition of trem
That was why the quarrel between
Mildred, the old lady's granddaugh
ter, and her fiance, Will Hurlbut, was
made up so quickly. They had been
engaged two years and they were to
be married at Christmas. But Will
had been attentive to another girl
at least, so Mildred fancied and
harsh words left harsher feelings in
their wake; and the end of it was
that Will had clapped on his hat and
slammed the door.
"Quarreled? Did you say you and
Will had quarreled, Mildred?" ex
claimed her grandmother that even
ing, when she had succeeded in forc
ing an explanation of her grand
child's tear-stained face and dejected
spirits. "How can a girl quarrel with
a man she is engaged to marry?"
"Because I have found out that he
is false," sobbed Mildred unhappily.
"He he he didn't love me; he has
never cared for me at all."
"He cared for you enough to offer
you his hand and name, Mildred, "re-'
plied her grandmother. "And I pre
sume that- you had some knowledge
of his nature and disposition before
you accepted him?"
"I was deceived," said Mildred. "All
girls may be deceived. We claim the
right to act for ourselves nowadays.
It isn't like it was when you were
young and women had no power of
initiative. Didn't you ever break an
The old lady's cheeks had suddenly
grown scarlet "From the day when
I accepted Mr. Penderby," she said,
."my will was his will and his wishes
were mine and I placed the most im
plicit trust in him."
So the quarrel ended, because that
evening,' when Will came back in a
penitent mood, Grandmamma Pen
derby led him straight into Mildred's
boudoir and made Mildred put her
hand in Will's, and then wisely went
out and left them together. And ten
minutes later, when they appeared
before her, as she sat in her chair,
knitting, the faces of both were ra
diant. The Penderby homestead was one
of those quaint, old-fashioned houses
that are still to be found, here and
there, upon the very borders of our.
modern cities. It was full of little
nooks and closets, and its attics were