. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . te not onlyof our sojourn at Lakewood, but also togive some account of how we happened totake the trip. I have been told I mightdo it in my own way, so here goes. So long as my memory lasts I shall neverforget the scare the master gave me thatbleak and blustery October day. Ever sincethe memorable day when my former mis-tress told me I was to leave her and go tolive with the master I have shared his joysand sorrows, and, if I do say it, no morefaithful companion ever lived. It was e
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . te not onlyof our sojourn at Lakewood, but also togive some account of how we happened totake the trip. I have been told I mightdo it in my own way, so here goes. So long as my memory lasts I shall neverforget the scare the master gave me thatbleak and blustery October day. Ever sincethe memorable day when my former mis-tress told me I was to leave her and go tolive with the master I have shared his joysand sorrows, and, if I do say it, no morefaithful companion ever lived. It was ex-actly two years to the day that I came tomy new home—our second anniversary Icall it—that the master gave me such afright. He was sitting, almo-t lying, I mightsay, in his favorite morris chair beside thebig, round library table, directly in thebright light from the double student lamp. Being a somewhat connectedchronicle of the experiences andadventures of the aforesaidMike (snr-name a])])Hed for)in the Thrills of a Belated Ro-mance, for which chronicle thesame Mike is open to indict-ment : : : : •. aJitl) a Piirb nnb 3 iB>al( of |)rli(arfc while 1 was snugly curled up in my own[Kirticular wicker chair, nearly if not quiteasleep. The master was reading a copy ofTattles, just out that day. While 1 cosilydozed away he suddenly let out a whoopthat even Chief xMyers and his Indianforbears could not have equaled in vehem-ence and penetration. I naturally an weredtiiat thrilling whoop in my best atid loudeststyle, but by comparison it was like a post-mans whistle trying to drown a steamsu-en. It didnt take me long to make myway to the masters chair, but before Ireached there he was on his feet and strid-mg about the room, one hand clutching Tat-tles, and shaking it, first one way and thenanother, as a hungry mongrel assails a stolensteak. In my characteristic way, I asked themaster what the matter was and he, seem-ing to a]ipreciate my eager interest, pausedm his frenzied
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