Sowing Seeds in Danny

ed of Pearlie Watson one day when he met her wheeli

Rooshia," Pearl answered grav

e stepped back to get a better look at th

d every stitch he has on is hand-made, and was did for him, to

ith emphasis, "and yet some people tell

d down rapidly to appease the wrath of the czar, wh

u see, I mind him every day, and that's the way I play. Maudie Ducker said one day I

e knew something of

went on, speaking now in the loud official tone of the body-guard. "I

re than the mob," th

atcheral voice when he's talkin' Rooshan. He don't know one English word, only 'Goo!' But he'll sa

rippled his fat face into dimples, and triumph

er thinks 'goo' is awful childish, and she is at him all the time to say 'Daddy-dinger,' but he never lets on he hears her. Say, doctor"-Pearlie's face was t

at the czar, who returned his

," he answered honestly. "He's a fine big b

Pearlie cried delightedly, nodding

s voice is not what she wanted. He cries lumpy, I know, but his goos are all right. The kid in the book she is readin' could say 'Daddy-dinger' before he was as old as the czar is, and it's awful hard on her. You see, he can't pat-a-cake

s hat, and the imper

distance when she r

when he says it,

n't forget," h

udie Ducker. Maudie Ducker had on a new plaid

sked Pearl, looking critically at

on Sundays, my purple velvet with the watter-plait, and basque-yoke of tartaric plaid, garnished with lace. Yours

showing one trace of stain was simply wonderful! Maudie had two dolls which she never played with. They were propped up against the legs of the parlour table. Maudie could play the "Java March" and "Mary's Pet Waltz" on the piano. S

s upon such occasions had been selected with great care, and with respect to social standing, and blue china, and correct enunciation. This time they were selected with greater car

y son of J. H. Evans, editor of the Millford Mercury, could not be o

etween them there existed a feud, long standing, unquenchable, constant. It went with the printin

ent which befell one Simon Henry (also a Reformer), while that great and good man was abroad upon an errand of mercy, trying to induce a drunken man to go quietly to his home and family. Mr. Henry was eulogised fo

ive paper the fo

en brawl last evening and as a result will be confined to his house for a few days. We trust his

se, was gathered to his fathers at the ripe age of eighty-seven years, the Reform paper said that Mr. Grover's death was

ho stick pins in frogs, not that they bear the frogs any ill-will, but for the fun of seeing them jump. He would sit half the night over his pol

im thinking. He remembered when Tom Snider had entered politics with a decayed reputation, a large whiskey bill, and about $2.20 in cash. Now he rode in a private car, and had a suite of rooms at the Empire, and the papers often spoke of him as "mine host" Snider. Mr. Ducker turned over the pa

his face would be the best to have photographed for his handbills. He saw himself like Cincinnatus of old called from the plough to the Senate,

esents from his garden, stopping to have protracted conversations with men whom he had known but sli

suffered defeat, but, thank God! never disgrace in the face of the foe" (quotation from speech Mr. Ducker had prepared), sometimes he would in the midst of the most glowing and glorious passages inadvertentl

ght Evans looking at him with that boyish smile of his twinkling in his eyes,

ubled his space in Evans's, paying in advance. He watched the trains for visitors and reported th

ess with the news that old Mrs. Williamson had at last winged her somewhat delayed flight. Evans thanked him with some cordiality for let

son. Mr. Ducker bristled with importance as he made known his errand, in a neat speech, in which official dignity and sympathy were artistically blended. "The young may die, but the old must die," he reminded Mr. Williamson as

ed gently, "general breaking down of the system

on knit his

ick to her birth, and the date she joined the church, and her marriag

ning room. Mrs. Williamson had been an

never mind the flowers, they might not keep," sh

, he was watched by two twinkling Irish eyes, that danced with unholy merriment at that good m

e's mind made up on and not leave to the last. Maudie Ducker had been taken into the secret, and began to feel sorry for the other little girls whose papas were contented to let them live always in such a pokey little place as Millford. Maudie also began to dream d

l Watson, though, of course, she did not say the czar. She said Algernon Evans and that little Watson girl. Maudie, being a perfect little lady objected to Pearl

speaking in the conspirator's voice: "We must leave no stone unturned

proceeded to pull him. They did not

at the feast without the festal robe. The dress that Camilla had made for her was just waiting for such an occasion to air

as the loveliest they could buy; Pearl in her neat hat and dress was a little nurse girl to be proud of. But Mrs. Evans's pretty face was troubled. She was thinking of the pretty ba

and down in his carriage in glad good humour, and delivered full-sized gurgling "goos" at every person he met, even thr

the czar ostentatiously, pouring out such a volume of admiring and endearing epithets that Pearl stood in bewilderment, wondering why she had nev

the party. Wilford was going to have the boys-that is, the Conservative boys the next day. Mrs. Ducker did not believe in co-education. Boys are so rough, except Wilford. He had been so carefully brought up, he was not rough at all. He stood awkwardly by the gate watching the girls play croquet. He had been left without a s

where the girls were playing croque

ou playin'?

tol

it?" Mildred

modestly. "But I'm always to

ver play," Mildred Bates s

one day than Maudie Ducker'll ever have if she lives to be as old as Melchesidick, a

" they shouted eagerly. P

er. The cups are the boys and the saucers are the girls, the plates are the fathers and mothers and the butter chips are the babies. Then I rush in to save them, but not until they cry 'Lord save us, we perish!' Of course, I yell it for them, good and loud too-people don't just squawk at a time like that-it often scares Mrs. Evans even yet. I save the babies first, I slush them around to clean them, but they never notice that, and I stand them up high and d

's Pet Waltz," and had joined the interested group

off home into the china cupboard, every man jack o' them singin' 'Are we yet a

p, you know), but I ain't sorry for them, for they're all old enough to know that 'wine is a mocker, strong drink is ragin', and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.' But when the crash comes and the swellin' waters burst in they get sober pret' quick and come rushin' up on deck with pale faces to see what's wrong, and I've often seen a big bowl whirl 'round and 'round kind o' dizz

ove darkness rather than light, because their deeds are evil! But I say the 'sword of the Lord and of Gideon!' and let them have it! Sometimes I pertend I'm the woman that lost the piece of

g wonder interrupted Pearl with the cry of "Oh, here's

Pearlie's story had put upon them, and began to group themsel

ed head which he knew and liked very much. It belonged to Mary McSorley, the eldest of the McSorley family, w

was a Reformer. He ran the opposition paper to dear Mr. Evans. Mary was never well dressed, partly accounted for by the fact t

aw her. Mary reached out her arms. The czar stumbled into them and Mary fe

f Mr. Ducker, as the prospective Conservative member. He might do all right-there are plenty worse-he has no brains-but that does not matter. What need has a m

a general discussion of children. He knew that M

s they came up the street. (Mr. Ducker had never seen the czar closely.) "My wife w

iling, not at all displeased. "

Mr. Ducker went on with infinite tact, feeling his rainbow dreams

n Winnipeg had selected for them fell into irreparable ruins! Poor Maudie's automobile vanished at a touch. The rosy dr

the czar in her arms. Mary's head was hidden as she kissed the czar's fat neck, an

latest McSorley, "it looks as if there must be something in it over there. Isn't that McSorley over again? Low forehead

e Mickey. I believe a person would be safe in saying that he would not grow up a Presbyterian."-Mr. Evans was the worshipfu

his little fellow lives," Mr. Ducker

t; perhaps the time had come when he should forever break the goo-goo bonds that had lain upon his speech. He wriggled off Mary's knee, and toddli

e busy fanning Mr. Ducker and putting wet tow

his pretty little wife said in disappointment, as

swered smiling, as he kissed her tenderly. Several times during the ev

did not get t