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.On a Jatiunry morning. Bright and frosty. Love was bon; Softened by the gentler breezes Of » February With the March winds, wild and gusty, Bared and blustered all the day; But w..* moved to tears and laughter da sweet April had her way; <And to fairer expectation With the promise-buds of May; lender .Tune skies, blue and hopeful, Belt anticipation near; Bevelled in the .Toly glory Of the suu's rays, hot and «Scar; And with golden sheaves of August Kuo« that harvest i.cie is dear; Set amidst a chill S Felt a change that ember i'ked his pride; In the dimness of October Watched the falling leaves and sighed; Through November's fogs and vapors Wandered out alone and cried; Till at last, in bleak December, On a winter night he died. *—Gentleman's Magazine. Hero Outside the Ranks ERGT. ALLEN DURFEE, of the high school cadets, sat on the edge of his irou cot and clicked his heels together nervously. It had cer tainly been the hardest day of his 15 year existence. The night before had come a telegram announcing: "Private James Durfee severely Wounded—thigh—assault on Calumplt." The message had been sent by one of tils father's old comrades now connect ed with the War Department at Wash ington. and the morning papers had brought no further information. So 'Allen and his mother knew that for many long weeks, perhaps until Jimmy himself could write, they must wait for particulars. AJ day long lie had been haunted by his mother's white face as she opened fit 3^-s >r DÛ Ù m y I * it* æ Tr f-m TWO DR AVI; SONS. the fateful message, and by the thought •f dear old Jimmy, who had taught him to play mat bits, baseball and fotoball; Who had fought for him when he was I a posts] upon, and with him when he deserved It—lying weak and suffering In the heart of Luzon. And cropping up with the heartache Wan a persistent pang of Jealousy. Jimmy was only 18 when he enlisted, and Allen had begged so hard to go, too. Weren't they both the sons of a hrave soldier, he argued. Did three miserable years prevent his marching Jrat as far aud shooting Just as straight an Jimmy? "Allen, dear"—it was his mother's woice from the foot of the stairs— *tiurry down and go to the store. Mr. Thomas has forgotten to send the but *er." Allen sprang to his feet, dashed cold water In his face and rubbed It vigor ously. But in spite of this treatment fcta mother's keen eye caught the traces of tears. She placed her hand tenderly on his shoulder, saying: "You must not worry about your brother. Remember, he has a fine con atltatlon aud will have the best of hos pital care. Doubtless he'll be sent home on a furlough." "It isn't that, mother, altogether. I'd trust Jimmy for pulling through almost anything, but if only I could be with iHm. It isn't fair that I must stay home when he's there. I'm strong and tough and the best quarterback the team's •ver had, and I could fight for my coun try Just as hard as Jimmy." The mother's arm stole around the boy. and she drew him close as a sud den fear shot through her heart. "And leave his poor mother all alone? What should I do without my home guard? You don't know what a com fort you have been to me In your broth •r* ■ absence." Allen threw back his shoulders, and With a military salute to his smiling mother, hurried away. Come to think of It, his mother had betrayed her de pendence upon him more than once. He bad really stepped into Jimmy's shoes. The frown had disappeared and he was «lmost smiling when he reached the ■tore. But Mr. Thomas, all unwitting ly, reopened the wound, as he did up the package. ""That's Just what we expected of year brother. BloSd will tell, and he comes from fighting stock." "Ain't I from the same stock?" thought Allen, rebelllously, as he left the store. His cheeks flushed and the lump ssse again In his throat. He made for the railroad cut off to avoid meet big any more people with their condo ilmrsa smd congratulations. k JU fett to brooding ow the situation. Everyone skid the war would soon be over and perhaps there would not he another war in his day. He could never show what sort of fighting stock he was mad' of. By this time he was quite desperate. Clearly there was but oue thing for him to do—run away, lie could steal rides to 'Frisco—be a stowaway from 'Frisco to Manila, and then he'd find some way of Joining Jimmy's regiment. ; He had just reached that point in his day dreams wnen be should carry a wounded comrade from the field, under heavy fire from the enemy, then— It was only a child's voice, but It was vibrant with terror, and it came from behind on the track. lie whirled round and saw a small form wriggling and jerking to five Itself from something— perhaps the rail. And just beyond he saw the fast freight backing down to the union depot. There was not a second to lose when Allen started on his race with the train. Ills training in the athletic field stood him in good stead, but the train gained on him steadily as he sprinted down the track. Suddenly the despairing, agonizing cry of the mother fell on his ear. He had discarded hat aud package, aud now he was making such time as he had never scored on the track. The blood was surging in his ears. Before him tose the awful picture of the little figure crushed under the pitiless wheels. One great leap, a clutch at the little foot caught in the frog and with the frightful, roaring monster of steel and Iron rumbling over their heads, lie and the sobbing child rolled down the em bankment. When Allen and the child sat facing one another at the foot of the bank the train had sped on its course. A couple of excited women appeared on the scene, crying over the dust covered baby. A group of excited men berated the carelessness of a corporation that backed its trains at such a rate of speed through the heart of the city and with no employes on the rear car. And in the general excitement no one noticed that the lad in a dusty gray uniform had disappeared. Allen ran back to where he had dropped his package, aud picking it up In the most matter of fact fashion hur ried home. The boarders, many of whom had lived with Mrs. Durfee ever since her husband's death, were drop ping in for supper, and Allen never thought to interrupt her with the story of his adventure. He ate a hearty supper, ran out for a game of ball, and finally went to bed, still without recounting his race with the locomotive. It had quite slipped his I mind. And perhaps no one would ever have heard of it if the day had not been so ! dull In the office of the Daily Times. | But when one of the reporters heard | that a child had been saved ou the cut j off he decided that It was worth look- * ing up. He found that the story -.vas good enough to keep exclusively for his j paper, and he guarded It religiously. As a result, while the other papers of the little Inland city continued to say pretty things of James Durfee, the son of a brave Union soldier and the sup port of the widowed mother, the Times came out with a thrilling account of two brave sons, the one who faced death In the Philippines and the one who risked his life on the railroad track for a baby boy. At breakfast time the next morning Allen, very red In the face and gener ally uncomfortable, had to shake hands all round. He protested vigorously that It was nothing to make such a fuss about Any fellow would have done the same thing if he'd seen the little chap lying helpless on the track. He dodged through the alleys on his way to sehol only to be met on the campus by enthlslastlc cadets, who carried him on their shoulders to the building. In the great assembly room the principal laid his band kindly on Sergt. Durfee's shoulder and said: „ "Greater love hath no man than this —that he offer his life for his friend. I am glad that all our heroes are not at the front." But while the boys cheered Alien was thinking of his mother. He remembered the day that Jimmy had marched away, and his mother had fastened a tiny silk flag on his uniform. There had been such a proud, happy look In her eyes when she kissed Jimmy good-by. And Allen bad caught that same look in her eyes this morning as she watch ed him start to school. Yes, she had been Just as proud of her home guard boy as the one who had marched away. He would not have to run away, after all, to show that he came of good fighting stock.—Utica Globe. Monnest-Mau in Kansas. Not long ago the wife of a Western Kansas politician asked him to lay aside politics long enough one day to dig the potatoes in the garden. He agreed to do It. After digging for a few minutes he went into the bouse and said he had found a coin. He wash lt off and It proved to be a Bilver quar ter. He put It in bis jeans and went back to work. Presently be went to the bouse again and said he bad found another coin. lie washed the dirt off it. It was a silver half dollar. He put It ln bis jeans. "I have worked pretty hard," said he to his wife; "I guess I'll take a short nap." When be awoke be found that bis wife bad dug all the rest of the potatoes. But she found no coins. It then dawned npon her that «he bad been "worked."—Kan sas City journal If a married woman knows which side of her biscuit the jam Is on she will never repeat the fool things her husband said during their courtship. It really Is no wonder that people In love lose their heads; they have turned so muck. ' ; I ! | | j * j j PITCHER HAD TRICKS OPPOSITION SHORTSTOP WAS ALSO A "SMOOTH ONE." Bow a Hard Gome Was Tied in the bars When the Curved Balt Was Just lowing In — Borne Old-Time lime Ball Frauda. "You may talk about the sweeping turves aud the parabolic shoots of preseut-day base-ball pitchers," said the fat muu who was at oue time mas cot for the Llglitfoot Lilies of Joues County, "but there isn't one of 'em that could have held a candle to old Bean Braley the last season he did the twirling for the fumous Ringtail Roar ers. He'd probably be in the business Bow If the Llghtfoot Lilies hadn't ex posed his tricky methods in their an nual game with the Roarers that sum mer. The funny part of It was that the season before he couldn't pitch any thing but a straight ball, and even the high-school teams used to touch him up for a dozen hits or so every game. As for us, we smothered him. "But the very next season he blos somed out with those wonderful curves. Why, a visitor to towu suid that in one game he saw Braley pitched an outcurve so close to the plaie that the latter struck at it. The ball kept right ou curving until it came arouud toward first base aud caught the run ner napping. The next ball pitched was an inshoot which not only drew another strike on the batter, but which curved arouud to third base and caught a runner there. The catcher, accord ing to the visitor's story, wasn't really needed, but played In the field, just to fill out the batting list. "Well of course, we put all such talk as this down as hot-air fund contribu tions, but we knew that there must be some foundation in the reports that Braley was pitching very slick base ball. And right we were. When the big game came along he put it all over us, and for eight innings not one of us touched first except the first baseman when he was iu the field. Bull Thomp son, Home Run Haw kins, and even Capt. Slugger Burrows himself were all at Braley's merej. They struck at outs they couldn't roach; they let ins go by that shot over the plate—in fact, they did everything but connect with the ball. Then came the fatal exposure In the ninth. Little Saminie Salmon, the first man up for us, fell flat on his face to dodge the first ball pitched, but it curved square over the rubber for a strike. The next one was one of Bra ley's slow 'change' balls, aud Sammie held his bat out to bunt. Thud! You can imagine his surprise when he start ed for first to find the ball stuck fast to the end of his bat Dean Braley made a rush for him, but the boys held him back, aud the secret was out. The Roarers' pitcher had been sticking chewing gum on the ball, and the extra twist obtainable made his wonderful curves possible. The umpire, of course, forfeited the game to the Lilies, 6 to 0. But that wasn't the end. The Roarers had discovered that Capt. Slugger Bur rows wore a fiy-paper mitt at short stop, and although the most ignorant child knows that fly-paper Is made for catching files, the umpire gave the game to them also, making the score a tie, 9 to 9. What followed Is best left Untold. As the Jones County Courier said, It was a game of 'forfeits with the kissing left out' " HAS TROUBLESOME LETTERS. Perplexity of a Typewriter Girl with Social Possibilities. The pretty typewriter girl appeared to be worried over something, says the Detroit Free Press. "Well," she exclaimed, "there's one thing bothering me most to death. I have social aspirations that may be gratified, because my employer is old and rich and Is looking for a pretty young wife and I may be it. If I am I'm not much afraid of anything I may get next to in the circle In which I shall move except how and when to give the correct sound to the letter 'a' so as to show the difference between the classes and the masses. I have heard enough swell people talking in our office to know that to be real so ciety person I must use the broad 'a' In the right place, but I'm not sure of myself. Maybe everybody that uses the broad 'a' isn't in society, but I'm sure everybody in society uses the broad 'a' and I want to know how to do it like the real thing. '■ "I don't find much trouble In saving cahn't,' but ought I to say 'cahn' or 'cabn not? If not, why not? ï'm sure to get all mixed up If I say T can' and follow it right away with T cahn't,' and I'm sure I never could do a thing like that in society and live. It would be a dead give-away, wouldn't It? But worse than that Is 'half-past,' like 'half-past 4,' for instance. Some times I get It 'hahlft-past* and some times 'half-pahst,' and sometimes plain 'half-past,' and I Just don't know what to do with myself. Now, which Is It, and however am I to get it right and make It stay right? Goodness knows I've tried hard enough. "Then there is 'and.' I always called •t by Its name and thought everybody else did, but the other day I beard some society people calling It 'ahnd.' Do yon suppose that is the proper thing? My employer says 'cahn'P and •shahn't,' but he doesn't say 'ahnd,' and he lives on Connecticut avenue. Dr do I say 'in Connecticut avenue?' I notice some of the newspapers Bay 'In' for 'on' a street, but the newspapers are not In society, are they? I can ■ay 'ahftemoon,' or Just plain 'after* easy enough, but think of that word 'aftermath.' Of course, I wouldn't use It very often, but It Is more of a give-away to get a word wrong that Isn't common than It Is the common km«, don't you knew? I say «what,* •f course. Just as the swells do, but If I said 'thaht* wouldn't society people ..think I was a servant girl out of place? Thank goodness there Is one word I have got down fine and 1 can pro nounce It just too lovely for anything, and that is 'advahntage.' 1 feel like 1 was the real thing when I say it, and, don't you know, when I hear anybody say 'advantage It does sound too flat and common for any use. I do think it is the dearest word. I'd like to ask —I mean ahsk—about a lot more, but the boss is coming and I must look ahfter some matter—or is It mahtters? — timt— I mean 'thaht'—he wants at tended to. So long!" and she left the reporter standing at the office rail somewhat puzzled himself. FAIR SOLDIERS IN UNIFORM. Royal Ladles of Kurope Have Com mand of Regiments. Many royal women in Europe are of ficers of famous regiments, aud some of them take more thau a mere formal interest in their commands. When they appear at the head of their troops these women wear the regulation uni forms, and seem to take delight i riding asLide at the head of the co uums on dress parade or during the camp maneuvers. It Is only upon a near view that the sex of these com manders caD be distinguished, and the fair ones appear to take pleasure in be ing us "manish" as any soldier on the field. The Empress of Germany is natural ly the foremost of the women soldiers of Europe, and her hdsband Is proud of her military attainments and soldierly bearing. She is chief of the famous First Regiment of Imperial Cuiras siers, and may frequently be seen rid ing at the head of this crack military organization When the regiment is on review before the Emperor It ap proaches his station with band playing and colors flying, tbe Empress riding proudly at its bead. She is one of the most striking figures In the army, being f# v GERMAN EMPRESS IN UNIFORM. tall and superbly formed. Her regi mental uniform Is very showy—red fac ings on a pure white material, sur mounted by a three-cornered hat with large, drooping heron's plumes. She salutes the Emperor and then takes a place by his side while the regiment tiles past The Crown Princess Maria of Rou mania, is another royal female col onel who considers herself bound to her regiment in more than name. She is the chief of the Fourth Regi ment of Roumanian Hussars. She looks very Imposing at the head of her troops, and is a very skillful horsewoman. This petticoat colonel Is a woman of versatile talents; she has written voluminously In the sphere of fiction and histrionics. As an ama teur actress, both in the German and Roumanian languages, she has dis played wonderful talents, and it Is said of her that she is the power be hind the throne in Roumania. Holland's Queen, voung Wilhelmina, Is commander of a number of Dutch and German regiments. She is always handsome, never more so than in the uniform of a general of the Royal Hors* Guards, dark blue, with gold facings, epaulettes and the numerous insiguia of rank. Sometimes she appears at |the head of her troops rldiug on her favorite pony, Baby, wearing a white amazon riding habit, with the regula tion tall black hat. All of the younger women belonging to European royal families are expert horsewomen, and take their chief rec reation in racing or coursing. Pope Leo as a Chess Player. It may not be known that Leo XIII. Is an ardent lover of chess. He has been a constant player for over thirty years, and his skill In the game Is any* thing but mediocre. His Holiness' fa» vorite opponent used to be Fathez Gulllo, with whom be was in the habit of playing when he was Cardinal Peccl On being raised to the Pontifical throne, he summoned Father Guilio from Flor ence, where he was then stationed, and gave him apartments In the Vatican. Father Gulllo was said to combine a rare mastery of the game with an ex ceedingly Irascible temper. Sometimes, during a game with His Holiness, h* would burst out Into an ungovernable fit of rage. On such occasions Leo XIII. Immediately Interrupted the con test, and proceeded to deliver a little homily on the virtues of Christian ratig nation and self-control. Jumping to Conclusions. "Bagsley is awfully fond of his new parrot, Isn't he?" "Y'es, be takes him out to the golf links every day." "Then that's where he's learning to swear."—Cleveland Plain Dealer. A man always holds it up against hit mother when she refused to let him learn to swim in his boyhood. People need a little common mere than they need a Vot of moasg. Î The Sun Is a Faithful Servant. Man's most faithful and tireless servant Is the sun. Although there lias been much talk of late years of harnessing this "glorious orb," the fact is it lias been in harness nnd diligent ly at work from the creation of the world down to the present time. But the genius of man is destined to bring about still greater results than are now apparent. Several more or less prac tical plans of utilizing the sun's rays have been invented, but none so per fect, so full of promise ns the great sun motor now engaged in storing up the sun's heat at the well-known Pas adena ostrich farm in California. By the sun's heat water is boiled, the steam working a powerful engine ca pable of pumping some 1,400 gallons of water in a minute. From the distance the California sun motor looks like a huge open umbrella Inverted and with a piece sawn off its top. It is balanced on a high steel framework and is set at such an angle that it will catch the sunbeams on Us 1,788 mirrors. Each of these mirrors measures two feet in length and three inches across and reflects the sunshine on to a long cylinder, corresponding to the handle of the umbrella, which holds about 100 gallons of water. The boiler is made of steel covered with a bent-absorbing material. The hot, persistent California sun that shines almost every day fn the year when reflected from the mirrors on the boiler causes such heat that it is possible to obtain 150 pounds of steam pressure in one hour from cold water. When the machine is made ready for work—a task for a boy, who lias merely to turn a crank until the Indicator shows that the sun is truly focused on the mirrors—it will move around so that Its face is kept turned to the sun all day without further ma nipulation under the force of an auto matic engine. The boiler is automatic ally supplied with water, a safety valve releasing the steam if flic pres sure should become too great. All day every day from an hour aft er sunrise to a half hour before sun down tlds tireless heat concentrator keeps its shining face turned to the sun, storing up an energy which may lie put to almost any use. It works under the powerful California sun as well in winter ns in summer. A FUNERAL PYRE. Misers' Hoard Disappeared in Fire Kindled by His Heirs. Misers are notorious for their odd wills anil strange secretion of proper ty. In "The Story of M.v Life" an in teresting incident is told of hidden val uables nnd their fate. Mr. and Mrs. Close, at Nottingham, England, wore reputed very rich nnd great misers. After their death the heirs, a nephew and his wife, came to the house and ransacked it for the money and dia monds which their deceased relatives were suposed to have secreted there. Cupboa rds and drawers were searched iu vain. Nothing particular was found. At last, in the attic, a great trunk was discovered. "Here it is!" they said. But when the trunk was opened the upper part was found to be full of nothing but halr-coinbings, as if ail the waste from hair-brushes had been saved for years. Below these was a lot of very much soiled old curl-papers; aud uudor them, again, were several pairs of old and very much worn cor sets. "What a mess!" said young Mrs. Close, In disgust. "We'll have It burned. What creatures our relatives must have been!" The trunk was taken down into the courtyard, a huge bonfire made, and the trunk upset In it. As it was burn ing the womnn stood by with a stick, poking the rubbish. Accidentally she poked open one of the curl-papers. It was a fifty-pound note! In agony she pulled nnd poked at the fire, but it was too late; most of the notes were burned. She saved only about eight hundred pounds. Naturally her husband was angry nnd unjust. Every time he saw the burned heap iu the courtyard he burst forth afresh. So Ills wife sent for the ashman and had the debris removed. Still the diamonds had not been found. Finally an old charwoman who had worked in the house was found in the almshouse. She was asked if she knew anything about the diamonds; if there were any, and where they were kept. "Oh, yes," she said, "there were dia monds very fine ones; but small good they ever did old Mrs. Close for she always kept them sewn up and hidden away in her old stays." All the stays hnd been burned In the tire. The diamonds might not have been destroyed but the asnman had removed every vestige of the ashes. Not a trace of them could be found. Monotony. "You ought to have a change of scene," said the physician. "But, my dear sir," protested the patient, "I am a traveling man by pro fession." "Well, that's the point. Stay home awhile and see something besides ho tel rooms aud depots."—Washington Star. Much Study of Consumption. Within the last ten years more new methods have been devised for dealing w'th consumption thau any other hu man ailment. Some artists couldn't draw a salary without the aid of tracing-paper. j , j I j ; ! ■ \ ! A LIGHTHOUSE DOG. Hla Burkina Saved Two Fishermen on the Maine Coaet. One of the last dots of land and light which the mariner sees us he leaves the central part of the coast of Maine Is lonely Two-Bush Island. The light keeper who lives on the Island has a dog, and It is to this fact, the Rockland Star says, that the captain and crew of the fishing-schooner Clara Bella owe tlieir lives. As It was, they lost their schooner, loaded with fish, lost their way, anil then lost the dory. They landed on Two-Bush with Just the clothes they stood in. Captain l'ulk, who lives in Vlnalha ven, started out in the Clara Bella with a companion after cod aud haddock. They fished to the south off Matinicua about two miles, cruising along in the vicinity of Green Island Ridge. The sky portended a storm, and at length they put In for Rockland. The storm enshrouded them. Darkness fell early, nnd they soon lost tlieir reckon ing. Suddenly the schooner bumped upon a rock, and a great sea swept over and filled her. Captain Pulk and companion jumped Into the dory, and in the whirlpool of waters ami roaring of the storm pulled for life away from the rocks, upon which they could hear the Clara Bella pounding to pieces. The wind blew them out to sea, but they did not know in what direction they were going. The hours dragged by in soul-torturing endeavor to keep the dory from being submerged in the seas. At midnight they again heurd breakers near, but in the darkness were afraid to steer for them. Hours of agony passed, when sud denly above the roar of water and tem pest they heard the welcome barking of a dog. They they caught a faint gleam of light on the cliff. The two men be gan to shout for help, nnd in answer to tlieir despairing cries the wind brought back to them tbe wild yelping of the faithful ilog on Two-Bush Island. They could hear his barkings die out from the cliff ns lie ran back to the light house In the effort to attract the atten tion of the light-keeper. Every minute seemed an age to the men in the dory lighting for life in the water below the cliff. At Inst a light flashed from the edge of the eliff, anil the Joyous barking of the dog and tbe swinging light told them that help was at hand. They could see a coll of rope j ns the lantern-light east a ray upon it, anil then came a swish iu the waters beside the dory. Captain Pulk nnd his companion in turn tied the rope about tlieir bodies, and after great struggles were safely , landed on the wiml-swept cliff. As j they stood there in safety they heard I the dory crash into splinters against j the base of the cliff beneath them. HE DODGED THE TIP. ; Rather Ranch on the ilnrher, hut Cus tomer Saved a Mime. ! "Well, sub." said the burlier as the ■ man stepped out of the chair after hav \ lug had ids hair cut, "an' how does ! yo' all lak It, sub?" The muu stood before a looking-glass and surveyed his head carefully and admiringly. "Well," he said, after a pnuse, "I've had my hair cut all over the world, and—" "Yan8, suh," commented the black barber, delightedly. "And by all kinds and colors of bar bers. I've bad my zazas clipped in Hongkong, and I've bad 'em razed In Port Said." "Yaas, suh," gurgled the barber, feel ing the tip already in his mitt. "I've had ship's barbers in the South Seas reap my harvest of hirsute, and—" "Yaas, indeedy, suh!" chimed in the overjoyed barber. "And I've had my tresses toyed with by the artistic ducks on the Rue des Boulevard In Paris. But this—this—" "Yaas, sub!" put in the barber, ex pectantly. "This," continued the man, as be slipped on his coat, "is the very rot tenest npology for a rough-house, liemp-cliop that I ever saw in my life." and then lie clapped on his hat. tossed the quarter to the barber, and fled. "That was about the only way In the world," lie muttered, as he got out into the open air, "that I could have ducked the necessity of coughing up to that barber the dime that I re quired so badly in my business."— Washington Post. Machine-Made Base Balls. American ingenuity came to the front in the shape of an automatic machine for making baseballs. Each machine winds two balls at one time iu the fol lowing way: A little rubber ball, weighing three quarters of an ounce, around which one turn has been made with the end of a skein of an old-fnsbioned gray stocking yarn, is slipped Into the machine, then another, after which the boy in charge touches a lever, the machine starts and tbe winding begins. The rubber ball Is thus bidden In a few seconds, and In Its place appears a little gray yarn ball that rapidly groxvs larger and larger. When It appears to be about half the size of the regulation baseball there is a click, the machine stops, the yarn 13 cut, the boy picks out the ball and tosses it Into a basket. When this bas ket is full It Is passed along to another boy, who runs a similar machine, where a half-ounce layer of worsted yarn Is put on. The next machine adds a layer of strong white cotton thread; a coating of rubber cement Is next applied and a half-ounce layer of the very best fine worsted completets the ball, with tho exception of the cover. No man is half as good as he expecta his daughter's husband to ha.