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I JUST A LITTLE BUSINESS II
iiltfiailiif Blf IIMfliliiiP BY WILL SEAT. 1MES were hard out In gJlSSijKSSjl Kansas during ihn HmMMKSh real estate concern of KHjflBraM itself so bard pressed wKjti 'hat .Mr Jermy Bix- SM propiretor and only rSfflffffiiS representative of said ""SjCM above easiness, ex perienced a sincere regret when he came down to his of fice one morning;, following a night on which he had mortgaged hla brain to his heart, that he had proposed mar riage to MiBE Jessie Carter, the vil lage schoolmarm. And, worse, he had been accepted. Jermy'6 affections for Miss Jessie wag of the deepest and most genuine iT sort. He had felt It for years, since I he had first settled in the place, but further than showing her little atten tions and acompanying her to church each Sabbath evening, he had made no open profession of his feelings toward her until under the spell of the moonlight and that October evening, the night before, he did the thing he meant not to do. All in good time, Jermy had intend ed to ask Miss Jeesie to become his bride. But he was awaiting the day when he could feel himself establish ed before making an offer of such se rious character. And that day had almost arrived. Out in one of the new additions to the town that had been plotted only the preceding summer, Jermy had erected a house on a couple of lots that had fallen to him as a part of the commission due him for promot ing the new section. For balance on account with the townslte company, he had accepted more lots. 80 far as short-sighted mortal can judge, Jenny considered that he was on the high road to his heart's de sire. He took every dollar he had, 1 and borrowed a little besides, to put into the new house, which he intend ed as a home for himself and Jessie Of course he would have to have some cash to get married on. to buy household furniture and to pay living expenses for a month or two, or until he should be able to get a commis sion somewhere. For such exigencies, he had reck oned on the additional lots. With things booming in that end of the town, he figured It would be a mat ter only of form to go to the local bank and pledge his property for whatever small sum he might ask. And so it would have been, but for the panic As hp entered his office the morn ing after that night when things had gone riotous in his breast, Jermy flung the mail he had just taken from the postoffice on his desk An enve lope on the top of the package caught his eye. He opened it and found a statement from the local bank, calling attention to his overdrawn account. It was this little printed slip that had caused Jermy to regret his pro posal as he went about kindling a fire in the flat rectangular wood stove that stood in the center of the room. At first he thought of going to Miss Jessie and calling off the engagement. After more deliberate consideration, he resolved to take his troubles to Mrs. Bain, the landlady, who had watched his courtship encouragingly during the last two years. That evening he arrived home late for supper, purposely, and managed to remain at his meal until after the other boarders had left the table. Then he arose to assist Mrs. Bain with the dishes, in the course of which he led up the conversation to Jessie and finally succeeded in tell ing the kind-hearted matron of his di lemma. "But, laws, you needn't worry'," ex claimed Mrs. Bain "Jessie, you know, has saved up money from her teaching, and wouldn't hesitate to ad vance you a little, If you need it, especially you be going to marry her.'' "But that's Just it, Mrs Bain," he j remonstrated. "I couldn't think of let ting her do it." "Let her She'd just do It anyhow, if she knowed." "But she doesn't know, and won 1 1 know, and besides she couldn't draw more than Just a small amount from the bank at present, even if 6he had a million dollars on deposit." "Don't you Just bo too 6ure," re- t - til n I turned the womnn. 'That's a mighty . smart girl, and If she wanted to do something, she'd do It somehow, mon ey or no hank " Mrs Bain went out to shut up her chickens for the night, and Jermy took a chair on the front porch to Bmok. 1 Later, he went inside to caution the I landlady to say nothing to Jessie; but he could find her nowhere. She had ! not returned when he retired to his room near midnight The next morning Mrs. Bain knock ed at his door a half hour earlier' hs on m than usual. He turned to his watch and observed the difference in time, but dressed and went downstairs. He found Mrs Bain alone. "Little early this morning, aren't you?" he asked. "Yes, I wanted to talk with you before them others came on." Fold- MRS. JENNY BIXBY, PRESIDENT, WAS VERY MUCH DEPRESSED. ing her hands beneath her apron, she proceeded: "Mr. Bixby, why don't you sell the house?" "Sell It? Why, Mrs. Bain, you know why I built It, and now you ask me to dispose of it." "Yes, I take it to be the best way. Then you'd have enough money for you and Jessie to get fixed up on, and you could come and board with me, cheap, until times got better, andjthen you could sell some of your lots and build another house, when you conld afford It." "Why, nobody could buy that house, now, Mrs. Bain, ,and give me half what I put into it." "O, yes, they could." "Who?" "0. I know. If you'll only do H." "Well " he hesitated. As others of the boarders began to appear, he add ed hurriedly, "I'll tell you tonight" That afternoon Jermy was sitting alone in his office, with his eet propped up on a desk, debating the matter to himself, when Mr. Stanley, president of the bank, appeared. Jer my brought his feet down with bang, and arose In confusion. "I I Mr. Stanley," he faltered, "I was just thinking of stepping over to see you about my acount, but " "No reason for that," returned the other, cordially, (fl came over to Bee you about your new house. I have a client who wants to buy it" "Well, I hadn't thought about sell ing," answered Jermy, himself again. Then calculating, "Of course. I never had anything I wouldn't sell, If there were the inducements." "Well,, how would $2,000 strike you'" "Two thousand dollars?" he ex claimed, but recovered his composure, and asked. "And who pays your com mission: Mr. Stanley?" "That is already provided for by my client." "Then I'll sell, Mr. Stanley. Whose name do you want In the deed " turn ing to his desk and pulling out a blank form for conveyance. "Just leave that space blank for the present. My client wants to pay down $600 in cash money in hand, you un derstand and the balance when the name is filled In and the deed delta ered by myself as third party. 1$ ll that satisfactory?" iH "That suits, I guess." Alone in his office again, Jermy ;H threw his hat into one corner and lari ll back in his chair, chuckling over hit' ssLsl good luck. H "Two thousand dollars!" he ex- iH claimed. "It's settled we'll marry.! We'll have plenty for a honeymoon 'H trip to my folks In Missouri. Then,! iH if the deed has not been delivered, we ! can stay at Mra Bain's awhile, 'andl when the balance Is paid, there'll ha IH enough to settle my debts and build' iH a new house besides. Glory!" They were married at high noon 'H the first Tuesday in November. It was planned that they should leave on the 1:25 o'clock afternoon train for Kansas City, and thence to the iH home of his parents, After the dinner had been served iH and while the party awaited carriages iH to take them to the depot Mr. Stan ley stepped up to Jermy and asked for a moment of his time. s IH The banker led the way into anoth er room, followed by Jermy and his "Just a little business," Mr. Stanley, said, by way of introduction. He fumbled with some papers and drew out a fountain pen. "Here'es a certificate of deposit to your credit, Mr. Bixby, for $1,700," ha iH resumed. "Now you will please fill 'H out the space left blank." "What name?" asked Jermy, taking the pen. "Mrs uhm," as he cleared his voice, maintaining a stolid expression "Mrs. Jessie Bixby." Jermy was dumfounded. IH "What!" dropping the pen and turn ing to his bride. "You you?" he cried, and grasped her in his arms.1 "You bought the place?" "Yes," she replied. "And just to think that the dealt I alone wasn't half the bargain." il FINDING AN IDEAL J I WBm sjshr W fc BY ELSIE ENDICOTT. RANCES KENNEDY, tTSSBtl what prank are you Bfr' up to now'1 8 Kwsft "Why, Aunt FIop- H j3ff" eie' don't you re jjw fl K member my telling 1 BR -ou thls morning B v"2,.H' that Elmer Bergen H was going to take his W$?mEr sister and me tobog 1W&ZLlM ganlng tonight Von didn't think I would wear my hair up so it would all come down the minute we started to 6lide, did you?" The heavy braid fell below her waist and a fluffy wool cap was pull- ed well down over her ears. Her ji dress reached her shoe togs, thns making a charming school girl of the mature young woman. "What a child you are, Frances; I don't believe you ever will grow up. The idea of a college graduate going to slide down a country hill with a small boy and his sister." "That is just where the fun comes in I am tired of the conventional way of doing things. Goodby I am j certain to have a jolly time." I "Bless the youngster, I only hope she keeps the child spirit all her life," thought Aunt Flossie as she watched her niece join Elmer and his sister at the gate and then pass from sight down the moonlit road. It did not take the trio long to reach the steep hill down which they were to slide, and when the girls jo. ai. m 41 a: sk M sift m .jua. a at . jsa n were safely tucked in front of him Elmer said warningly before start ing the toboggan 'You must be pre pared for a surprise at Ihe foot of the hill, Frances I shan't tell you what it is " Then they were off, going faster and faster over the crusted snow, Frances enjoyed the slide immensely, until the "surprise" came. This proved to be the shooting out into the air of the toboggan over the top of a high stone wall, and alight ing of the same in the field several feet lower down with such a hearty thud that the breath was about knocked out of all three passengers. Elmer did not wait for the venge ance he knew awaited him, but as soon as he could regain his breath started away at a run, calling back with a shout of laughter, "How did you like my surprise, Frances wasn't it fine?" Frances scrambled to her feet and started in hot pursuit, her long braid streaming behind "Just wait till I catch ;ou, you little wretch, and see how you like having your ears well boxed," she threatened breathlessly. Etta Bergen remained in possession of the toboggan laughing in huge de light at the exciting chase, until a warning shout sounded at the stone wall. She sprang aside Just as an other toboggan plumped down beside her brother's "O. Roy." she cried, as she recog nized the newcomer. 'You almost landed on top of me I was too ex cited to think of moving, It is such Al.AlAlAlKAlK A7.I x,JkTA -AI. Jlli !i ATA A' ! , , ' fun." In a few words she explained the cause of the chase going on be fore them. Big Roy Singleton watched Frances with admiration. "My, but she's a fine runner, " he said shortly, "'Elmer has met his match this time look at the young scamp doubling back here for protection." "Sae me, Roy," gasped Elmer, as he neared them. "Don't let me be scalped before your face and eyes," and he darted behind his friend to drop on the 6now, after his run. Frances was too taken with her pursuit to notice anything but her proposed victim, and as she was al most within reaching distance when he swerved" around Roy, she ran headlong into that young man's open arms. "My, but you are a wonder!" he cried as he held her tight. "I would never have believed that a mite of a girl could give Elmer such a hard run for his life if I hadn't seen it for my self." Frances struggled to free herself. "I am not a 'mite of a girl,: " she flared out wrathfully, "and how dare you hold me!" Roy released her instantly, looking decidedly 6heepish. His first glance showed him that his escaped captive was not the child for which he had taken her. "I beg your pardon," he began stum blingly. Frances interrupted with a stamp of her foot, "O, bother, I forgot my hair you arp not to blame Come, I A AT A AT A AT A ATA. AT A AT A. A I A AT A AT A lUlUllll.v ' Elmer, is there any way out of this horrid field 0 ' She turned her back on Roy and J marched toward the wall with Etta ! and Elmer and the toboggan trailing ; meekly In her wake. "We have to go up to the far end to get out." Elmer informed her, and 1 soon the three were climbing up the ! long hill down which they had come. "What rot," was Elmer's answer. "You are the only nice grown up girl 1 I ever knew Most of them are so stupid and 6low they make me tired." Frances had a smile at this plain ! expreslsou of opinion. "I am glad I you like me, but what do you sup-1 ' pose that young man will think of a j I person of my age sliding down hill I dressed up like a school girl?" 4 "WHAT WOULD BE AN IDEAL WITHOUT A TEMPER?" It was Elmer who broke a glum si lence "You aren't mad, arc you. Frances?" he asked contritely. "You know I only meant it for a jcke, and it couldn't hurt you." "Yes, 1 am angry, Elmer but not with you. It Is I who should have my ears boxed for acting like a goose." "Pooh," snorted Elmer. "I think! you heard what his opinion of you was Roy was 24 last June, but he likes to have a good time same as he ever did has all the digging he wants at the office and is in for some fun when he can get away " Thi6 was comforting to Frances' wounded self-esteem, but she utterly! at a aTaa1aa&.ATaaTkaTa.aa.aTA.M. MKAiM' refused to take another ride down the hill, though Elmer coaxed "I have had all the tobogganing I want," she said decidedly. 'You and I Etta can keep on if you want to, 1 , am not afraid to go home alone." But they would not listen to this, I and the. three turned their steps home ward "Just wait till I get a chance at Roy," grumbled Elmer to his sister after they parted from Frances, "I'll give him a piece of my mind. If ho 1 hadn't butted in at the wrong minute Frances would have stayed out a long ! time." The evening following the tobog ganing experience, Frances was read ing aloud to her aunt when a loud 1 knock sounded 011 the front door and she answered the summons to find standing before her, big Roy Single COn. "I called to ask if I might have the I pleasure of giving you a ride down the, long hill," he said at once. "I am l sure Mrs. Frencham will vouch for my reliability." Aunt Flossie on hear- j ing his voice had come forward. "Why, Roy, you are a sight for sore ! eyes," 6he said heartily. "Come right in and let me introduce you to my niece, Frances Kennedy, who is pay-; Luc mo a visit." i had the happiness of meeting Miss Kennedy last evening, and now I want to induce her to take another try at tobogganing," explained Roy as he entered. Aunt Flossie looked surprised, for she had heard nothing of the encount- er. Frances had told her that she Nfi found coasting uninteresting. But with Roy on the scene the tM whole affair was soon made cler to ILl her, and she laughed unrestrainedly 't at his account of the fleeing Slmer and his valiant pursuer. 'I don't see how' you could call such an incident uninteresting," she told & Frances. "1 thought you had been unusually quiet today, you little hum- JK bug." fir . Roy's pleading was ably seconded H by Mrs. Frencham. and the two young 'BBir people started for the onn hill, which V was at the opposite sido of the village hm from their former evening exploit. JR. Etta and Elmer came rushing up as I they reached the summit. "O, I Bay, V isn't this fine?" cried Elmer at sight of them. "I take it all back, Roy, now you have made up with Frances and Kg got her to come out again." g That evening began a new era for B Frances and Roy It was not many fi weeks before the straightforward young man said to her, "Ever since I first held you in my arms I have loved you, Frances. I knew uiion lp you left me below the stone wall that 1 had found my ideal.'' Frances asked demurely, "Don't you 1ft. think it was most unworthy to throw myself at your head, and anything but an ideal action to lose my temper and stamp my foot?" K What would an ideal be like with- Hk out a temper?" was Roy's counter Bf question "I fell head over ears in love with you on iho spot I know perfection when I se9 It" !Bcv- LOST-A POODLE 1 I BY WALTER GREGORY. AJ. SINGLETON was Mfaa.fJP an old bachelor, with v jfe: monej Invested He ii fiRbSOlft kecn a boarder at fiSuJafl Mrs Sherman's vil- t rajsSlJBi years, and they look- LjBttpgoM we of him. gfjgjO Thp widow Wash- s sbpw burne was an in truder at the villa, r That is, she was the last comer. She 'e also had money invested. She had to ' L wait for her husband to die before she could become a widow and have , noney invested and become a board at the Sherman villa. in Maj. Singleton didn't like it that a widow should be taken into the house. He didn't like It before seeing her, nd he liked it less afterward. 8he was not awed. She didn't de- ; fer to him. She sought the opinion I of the floor-walker boarder as ofjen as ) that of the major. The major was nettled, but he was a gentleman He went around the r corner to swear, but in the hou3e he was gracious and courteous. He even 1 played cards with the widow and . turned the music as she played the 1 piano. Mrs. Sherman was just congratu ; latlng herself that the earthquake i had Blanted off in some other direc 1 tion, and the other boarders were drawing long breaths of relief, when I the blow fell. The widow bought a i poodle dog She bought it because I life waB dreary to her She bought mmm It that her mind might not dwell ou Ihe late Mr. Washburne too much a The major was out for a walk in ' fl ' ' the park when the dog arrived He had always uuderstood that Sherman Villa barred dogs and babies, and there was a surprise awaiting him. His rooms were opposite those of the widow. In the hall he received a sudden bite in the leg, and he cant ered about and 6Wore He swore al most as hard as he had nt the battle of Cedar Mountain. The widow stood in the door of her room and looked at him, and after he had calmed down she asked: 'Will you tell me, sir, what sort of a performance this is?" "Your dog, there your dog!" he re plied, pointing to the poodle 'The in fernal thing bit me in the leg. I'll have him shot by the police!" "Major Singleton. I have a dog! It I Is a poodle dog. I have owned him j only two hours, and yet I love him. 1 ! shall guard him with my life! You j are no gentleman, sir, to complain of 1 a dog-bite! " The major called the landlady to ; his room and gave her an ultimatum 1 Either he or the dog must go He I was a bitten man. and further, the ' owner of the biter had said that he ! was no gentleman. Mrs. Sherman temporized and flat tered and ehed tears. It is the land ladles who can't do that that are sold out by the sheriff. The dog w as to be chained up, and the major was I to be allowed a full hour at dinner i to tell w ar stories. I It was this last concession that 1 melted him indeed, after three or 1 four days he brought himself to be lieve that he owed the widow an apology. He went to her room to make St, and that poodle dog bit him ' for the second time "This this ib too much:'' he shout ed as he hung to the door and held up the bitten leg i came In here to offer you an apology for my words the other day, and that infernal con temptible 'Maj. Singleton," interrupted the i widow, "no true gentleman will swear I in a lady's presence." "But that infernal poodle " "And, sir, I must request you to I withdraw. A man who will complain when bitten by a dog should seek an- other strata of society!" The major' hopped across the hall I into his room on one leg and Mrs. Sherman was sent for. By the time I she arrived he had his trouser leg rolled up. and was ready to point to the two bites and exclaim: "Behold that poodle dog! Either he I goes or 1 do." But neither went. Mrs. Sherman I wept, and Maj. Singloton melted after I an hour. He never could bear to see j a woman weep. Besides. Mrs. Sher 1 man hinted that the poodle was ill I and would probably die within a few I weeks. If not, then he might be lost or stolen. The major had made use of the I words "infernal'' and "contemptible." I On thinking things over as the ex I pressions he had used in the hot fight I Ing at Manassas. On that occasion his men were falling all around him, I while on this he had simply been blt- ten by a poodle True, It was the second time, but ! what are two bites from a small poo ' die In comparison to holding down ! one's dignity? Maj Singleton rubbed the bites and 1 j reflected and regretted, and inside of a week he was again ready to apolo I glze. The widow AVashburne hnr) risen from the dinner table right In 0 I the midst of one of his best war I stories, but he could even forgive her for that. Could any widow be ex pected to care w hether the Union was MAJOR SINGLETON. I saved or no? Yes, he would apolo ; gize. He would apologize and look out for his legs at the same time. I Tin- opportunity soon camp. He was Coming home from his walk when he met Mrs. Washburne starting out on hers. She had the dog along on his leash. The major was hailing and raising his hat when the poodle made a half-circuit around a lamp-post to take him In rear and bit him on that same leg bite number three! It was taking a diabolical advan tage There were pedestrians. There was a cop across the street. There was an a6h cart man grinning and waiting. It was worse than the re treat from first Bull Run, but tho ma jor made it in good shape. "I hope you are not going to com plain of a little think like that," call ed the widow after him as he limped away, but he had no grape-shot to flro In reply, Mrs Sherman was called up for the third time. There were tho bites one two threei and there was tho major. His trunk was open and ready to be packed. He was not excited, but stern. Ho was not vacllating, but determined. , He pointed to the bites and grimly said: "Which tho major or the dog?" Then Mrs. Sherman sat down and sobbed and sobbed. If the major de parted who would there be to toll war BtorloB to make them shudder. No one. They must put up with the common, everyday murders found in press. He always had a hard-boiled egg with his breakfast Who would eat that egg now. Twice a week he was out till mid night at his lodge. When he came home he would always 6tumble on the stairs Who would stumble now? She made an Impression. She melt ed him for the third time He had taken tho bite and never uttered a cuss word. Let htm stay on and hope for the death of the dog He was there telllug his war sto ries at dinner, but a little later ho 1 was sauntering the streets and look I ing for a boy. He wanted to find a porculiar boy one who w-as not a constant attendant at Sunday school. ! He looked long, but found him Then j there was a quiet confab and money ' passed, and the non-Sunday school boy went away saying. "I'm on to I de racket, old man, and don't you lose I any sleep." Next day the widow and her dog I walked out. The major didn't. It was a fine day, but he had inside busi ness. He walked to and fro. He ex pected things. He drew long breaths. After a while a cab whirled up to the door. A minute later there was a scream In the hall. Then there were shrieks on the stairs "O, Maj Singleton, she's lost 6he's lost! Tell the pollce advertise do everything!" "My dear Mrs. Washburne. you have appealed to the right man. Everything shall he done. She bit me. but I love her still. Indeed, I was hoping she I would bite me again today." The police found no clew. The ad vertisement brought no poodle. The major's hours on the street resulted in nothing. He took the widow's hand and spoke consoling words. He, referred to his three dog bites as nothing compared to the three can non balla flung at him at Cedar Creek He apologized 6ome more. Only a week had passed when one evening Mrs. Sherman whispered to the ladies In the parlor "Just think. Three bites of a dog did it!" 1 "What 1 And pointing to the ceiling with Eg her finger she almost winked an eye and said "Cooing going on' I just passed the open door of her sitting room and fc though she was leaning her head on &v j the major's shoulder she nevef W)': jumped!" fei. 0 Why She Knew. She Mr. Reid is a m-.n of su- p.;1' perior intelligence. He How do you know that? pv' She Because he admitted that I knew more than he did. ttv 0 How it Happened. fcV "Say," queried tho ordinary police-" man, "how did you get next to the JM-. fact that the chap you arrested was jgw a counterfeiter?" fc. "I overheard him making 'queer Jk I remarks," explained the great de mfc- ! tective. K. ' 0 1& Higher Education. fcj Little Willie Say, pa, what la W. the higher education? p Pa The higher education, my son, Efe is one that teacheja young man that, Hfe he must work in order to earn an Ittfc honest living. Qgt 1 D Jumbo Diet. K "I should be afraid to accept Tom. jsT my dear," cautioned the fond mother. if "Why so,Amama?" asked the fat? nl- cooklng-achoxil graduate in surprise. P "Why, he is such an athletic young r man, I heard him telling some friends Bfcr that he had an appetite like an ale ESf phant" Bv "Oh don't let that worry yon, ma- HT ma If he has an appetite like an ;W- elephant I'll Just feed hire oa veanut H 4jid baled hay." h.