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of Poodles
fly Dorothy Douglas
It all happened in the baggage
room of the Grand Central station
and was entirely Marie's fault, though
not so much her fault as her Ignorance
of Poodles' position in the household.
They were on their way to Rye
Beach—Poodles, Aunt Polly and Marie.
Marie carried Poodles simply because
an attack of rheumatism prevented
Aunt Polly's carrying the dog and two
crutches at the same time.
Marie was a newly acquired member
of the family and all during the drive
to the station her ears were being
crammed with what to do and what
not to do with Poodles. Arrived in the
baggage room everything slipped from
her mind except the careful checking
of three trunks. Aunt Polly had been
rushed off to her train by the porter,
a trail of cautions wafting back from
the door as she went.
Naturally, Marie did not know that
Poodles was never permitted to put
his little feet on the dirt of public by
ways and, unthinkingly, she set him
down while she accepted her luggage
check. Meantime, Poodles roamed off
toward the doqr and out Into the fresh
air. By the time Marie had delved into
the bottom of her hand-bag, extracted
her purse and.put a coin into each of
the hands outstretched in readiness,
she heard an "all aboard," and rushed
off just in time to make the train be
fore it puffed out.
But quicker than that had been the
work of the villains. The moment the
small tousled head of poodles appeared
in the station door there was a low,
enticing whistle from within a closed
riage.
"oodles was not ungrateful to Aunt
Polly for her slavish devotion, but he
was prone to accept favors from
Others. Besides—another thought pro
pelled his fat legs in the direction of
the whistle—he had had no breakfast!
Aunt Polly had deemed breakfast un
even Going So Far As to Put One
Forepaw on the Low Step.
advisable considering the journey be
fore him.
From behind the mat of snow-white
hair his little beadlike eyes lighted
up—unmistakably the odor of his fa
vorite brand of liver was wafted from
the door of the carriage. Again the
familiar whistle invited him.
He ventured nearer, even going so
far as to put one forepaw on the low
step, sniffing hungrily the while.
"Nice Poodles—" same from within
In a caressing voice. At the same time
a square of fresh, juicy liver was edged
nearer the door. That was too much
for an empty stomach. Poodles leaped
in, the door slammed and the carriage
rolled swiftly away.
The arch-oonspirators, for there
were two of them, looked into the eyes
of each other and laughed. Poodles,
deeply engrossed in the delicacy of
liver, remained blissfully ignorant of
the fact that he was being stolen.
"Didn't it work beautifully?" asked
the girl.
"You're a wonder," said Aunt Polly's
nephew as he squeezed the slender
figure beside him, "and now maybe
:he old lady won't refuse to meet you."
"It's rather a mean trick," said Syl
via remorsefully, "but—there is no
sense in her refusing to have anything
to do with me just because I happen
to support my family by going on the
stage—is there?" She looked at him
appealingly as if for confirmation of
iier reasoning. But that was not neces
sary, for Jack Orth loved Sylvia Day
and would sacrifice any inheritance
rather than lose her but Sylvia had
made up her mind to make Aunt Polly
Orth love her. too. The kidnaping of
Poodles was a plot entrely her own
Jack was merely a willing second to
anything Sylvia desired.
"You see," she continued, "I am do
ing this as much for her as I am for
is—she loves you more than anything
—after Poodles—and if she disinherit
ed you she would be almost as unhap
py as she will be ov3r the loss of
Poedles."
"Sylvia, how can you care for a
who comes second to something like
chat?" he asked, casting his eyes at
4unt Polly's treasure.
The treasure was lying, fat and
ileepy, on the floor of the carriage a
latisfled grunt escaping him now and
.hen.
"I know," laughed Sylvia, y'but
'let is
not
the paragon
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ness to everyone that he is to Aunt
Polly—poor old lady," 'she put in re
morsefully. "She must be having 49
fits by ibis time—but we won't keep
her darling long."
Meantime Aunt Polly certainly was
causing a little excitement. When she
discovered Poodles' loss she fainted on
ta spot, then hurriedly regained her
equanimity and went in search of the
conductor to have the train stopped—
a thing he flatly refused to do. When
she had reduced Marie to ashes from
the heat of her wrath she Anally or
dered her off the train at the next sta
tion. This Marie refused to do, well
knowing that the old lady in her pres
ent state was no subject for lone trav
eling.
However, she did get out and tele
graph to Jack Orth (o the effect that
was to go post haste to the Grand
Central, find Poodles if possible, and
take the first tvaiu to R.ve.
When they reached (heir destina
tion Marie had partly consoled the old
lady with the hope thai Poodles would
be retained undoubtedly. She spoke at
length on the collar which he wore in
which his full name and both country
autl city addresses were studded.
But when the noon hour struck and
the awfulness of Poodles' famished
condition smote her she broke out
afresh, and it was during this outburst
that her nephew arrived.
Notwithstanding her refusal to meet
Sylvia or to recognize his engagement
to her, .Jack Orth was very fond of his
aunt. Knowing ho was partly the
cause of her grief he took her into his
arms and consoled as best he could.
For an hour or more she talked of
nothing else but the poor little empty
stomach or the clinging helplessness
of Poodles.
Suddenly in the middle of her most
touching reminiscence a beatific smile
flitted across Aunt Polly's face. She
jumped up, forgetful of rheumatism—
of everything save the picture she saw
through the window.
Jack, too, looked up. Coming up the
path toward the house was a very
trim, slender girl, and in her arm she
carried a fat dog. Jack beat a cow
ardly retreat behind the curtains of
the bay window just before the scene
started.
The girl walked demurely into the
room, followed by Aunt Polly.
"Oh!" cried the latter, "my darling
Poodles— All alone in the big city—
did it miss it's aunty?" She was fairly
in raptures over him when she remem
bered tlie pretty girl who was the
means of his return to her. She rushed
over and took her, together with the
dog, into her ample embrace.
"Where was the darling?" she
asked.
"He was wandering forlornly about
near the—a—near Forty-second street
—and—"
"You are a sweet, lovely girl to
bring him out to me so soon," bubbled
the old lady.
The girl smiled her demure, caress
ing smile—the one that had won Jack
Orth's heart as well as the great audi
ences who watched her every move
ment.
"I think it would take a very heart
less person indeed not to see what a
lovable dog he is and to realize how
terribly you must have felt." She
squeezed the old lady's hand affection
ately. "Why, I almost hate to give
him up, even to you—he was so sweet
all the way out and hardly made a
whimper."
There emanated from behind the
curtain a smothered laugh. The girl
turned and Jack Orth, looking through
a small aperture, saw an impatient
frown flit across her smooth brow.
Was Jack going to spoil the beautiful
ly progressing plot, she wondered.
Luckily Aunt Polly was busy hugging
Marie, who had entered at that mo
ment, and was telling her to have
luncheon served.
"You see 1 am taking possession of
you," said Aunt Polly, without ques
tioning the girl's desire in the matter.
"I want you to stay a while with me.
What is your name, dearie?"
"Sylvia—Sylvia Night," fibbed the
girl, blushing slightly.
"Sylvia? That's the name of- that
awful stage person whom my nephew
—why? Where is Jack—he must know
the glad news! Jack!" she called out.
"Yes, aunt!" He came from behind
the curtain and hid his uncontrollable
amusement by wild enthusiasm over
the return of Poodles.
Sylvia played her part well, having
cast but one glance at him from under
her long lashes. She realized that she
must carry the situation through force
of will.
Aunt Polly beamed she drew the
hesitating Sylvia over toward Jack
Orth.
"Miss Night, this is my nephew—Mr.
Orth. Jack, this is the sweet young
lady who brought back Poodles." She
looked at Sylvia coaxingly. "I want
you two to like each other." Then she
whispered in the girl's ear, "He has
gone and mixed himself up with some
stage person, and I wish you could
make Yiim forget her." She bubbled
over with happiness and left the two
together,
"You're an angel," said Jack, taking
the girl into his arms.
"And you are a very bad leading
man." The girl tilted her head back
and JUBt as Jack Orth bent his own
over Sylvia's, Aunt Polly burst into
the room.
"Where Is Poodles?" Then she
stopped. "Why, bless my heart! It
didn't take you two long! Maybe you
would like me to call up the minister
mild have an afternoon wedding?"
"Sure thing, Aunt Polly—so long as
It might entertain Poodles."
A farmer in South Carolina who had
no plow blew up bis land with dyna
mite. This was a regular
"black
band" way of raisins the duet
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A Storekeeper Says:
The lady who said this had thought
an oil stove was all right for quickly
heating milk for a baby, or boiling a
kettle of water, or to make cofice
quickly in the morning, but she never
dreamed of using it for difficult or
heavy cooking. Now—she knows.
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more coal to carry, no more coming to the
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luit light« Perfection 8tove and immediately
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the room isn't heated. There is no smoke, no
smell, no outside heat, no drudgery in the
kitchen where one of these stoves is used.
New
"Alady came into my store lately and said:
'I have,been using aNew Perfection Oil Cook-Stove all winter
in my apartment. I want one now for my summer home. I
these oil stoves are wonderful. If only women knew what a^\y
comfort they are, they would all have
one. I spoke about my stove to a Jot
of my mends, and they were aston
ished. They thought that there waa
smell and smoke from an oil stove, and
that it heated a
room just like any other
stove. I told them of my experience,
and one after another they got one, and
now, not one of them would give hers
up for five times its cost.'"
Canlionary
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