. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . set down, the master•^ takes me frequently and freely into hismost intimate confidences, talking to me asif I were his brother, or his closest chum,rather than a full-blooded, blue-ribbonbullterrier, with the most beautifully authenticyard and a half of pedigree that any caninearistocrat ever boasted of. On this oc-casion, the master suppressed any inclina-tion to whoop over the news he had dis-covered, vet it ha<l made the deepest im-l)ression. Said he, in tones quite efifervesc
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . set down, the master•^ takes me frequently and freely into hismost intimate confidences, talking to me asif I were his brother, or his closest chum,rather than a full-blooded, blue-ribbonbullterrier, with the most beautifully authenticyard and a half of pedigree that any caninearistocrat ever boasted of. On this oc-casion, the master suppressed any inclina-tion to whoop over the news he had dis-covered, vet it ha<l made the deepest im-l)ression. Said he, in tones quite efifervesc-ing with joyousness: Mike, you good-for-nothing, old prize-winning darling, if litis is true and thingspan out as we are panicy prayerful theywill, ni sure take you down to StiiTanysand buy you the most gorgeous diamondand ruby-studded collar that a blue-bloodedpup ever coveted. Thats how I feel aboutit and it isnt a marker—even if I do makeyou jealous, old chap—to how T feel about. Rustic !ilr(l)gr nnb {)aUilion on ttje iiorth Stliorr your mistress-that-was and is-to-be-once-more-again anil then some. I feel it in myl)it-a-patting old pump that before manydays 1 will be wanting to buy her the wholeStiffany estalilishnient and a few more likeit thrown in. Mike, my dear, its Lake-wood and laughter for ours. Why, oldsporting character, if our new-old dreamplays square, well think its heaven downthere among the whispering pines and thepiney whisperings. You cati readily sec how gay and buoy-ant were the masters spirits and so theycontinued throughout the next day, espe-cially on the train going down into theheart of that great pineland and eventhrough the trying few moments wdien wewere inc|uiring, at the big real estateagency, what cottage had been taken by thetribe of Lowerees. That information, how-ever, was not forthcoming, and we leftthe office to seek a clue in other quarters,that is, I supposed the master would notpause at the first setback in his
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