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answered, "although we don't often get meals as fancy as this one. This is what us fellows call a 'spread out.'" Laughingly, I asked, "What do you call a package received at the door?" "O that's a hand out. But I remember how one time my crony and I were travelin' through western Kansas. We had been walking a long ways and had been unsuccessful. We passed a large country house and my crony said that it looked like a good house and he was going up and try it. I lay behind the hedge and watched him. He went up to the house and knocked. The door opened about three inches and he was shown the wood pile. After sawing wood for an hour he went back to the house. A window was raised and a little package was handed out of the window on a broom. My crony came slowly down the road and I went to meet him. He held out two small pieces of bread with a piece of bacon between them and said," "I have often had 'hand outs' and sometimes a 'spread out,' but how's that for a 'poke out?' EDNA EVERETT.
An Error of an Arrow.
Scene—The parlors of the Emanon bachelor club. At one side of the reading table sits Ralph Roland of the stock exchange and on the other side, intent on his paper, his intimate friend, Jack Marsh, the journalist.
Ralph appears restless and glances first at the clock and then at Jack. At last Ralph— "Jack did you know Miss Pearlgirl has returned from Europe via the White Star liner 'Madrid."
Jack—(without glancing up from his paper) "Yes, so did Bobbie Fedwell."
Ralph--(who has come no nearer the point he aimed at) "Fedwell is no friend of mine. I hear he is to be married."
"Jack—"Yes, engaged while abroad to a rich American beauty so says the news. Strange how this old world wags, now there is that little cur of a Bobbie who can marry well-I pity the girl if she has any sense. The foolish kind never seem to care; but a cultured girl would be mad to accept such a beast as Bobby." (Returns to his paper.)
Ralph—(thinking of old memories as sweet as the incense that rises from Budda's altar) "Have you seen her?"
Jack—"Who, Mrs. Bobbie, that is to be?"
Ralph—(confused) "No, Mable-I-that is Miss Pearlgirl."
Jack (glancing up quickly from his paper) "Certainly, she has been in town a whole week."
Ralph—(still more confused by his friend's now inquiring interest) "Yes I know that I and Mable-she we've exchanged letters quite frequently while she was abroad. I just got back to town today, you know, and-Jack, I'm in well the fact is I'm just going down to call on Miss Pearlgirl tonight."
Jack—(begining to see light) "Oh, I perceive. Congratulations old boy."
Ralph—(somewhat relived now that it is out) "No, not yet. The fact is I'm going to ask her to night." (becoming enthused) "I've known her all my life, you know, and have loved her for years, and for years have waited to tell her of that love, but not till I had gained her's. Well, I believe she had begun to think something of me when she went abroad two years ago, in fact more than she allowed herself to show. I could only hint at my feelings in my letters because, as you know, of my ticklish notions about honor and manhood. I thought that if I didn't have spirit enough to ask for that fair hand while it was in my own, I did not deserve her and so I've waited these months to hear the sweet 'yes' I expect her answer to be. F Jack, if there was not affection modestly icealed in her dear letters I've read them wrong or
Jack—(laughingly) y Maybe it is her letters you have fallen victim G and not herself."
Ralph—"No, no, her letters have been ice beside the warmth of her presence to my love. I have loved her since at a High School musical she stood beside me at the piano and trilled the——"
An interruption--As Bobby Fedwell enters, somewhat the worse for liquor to which he