. The Saturday evening post. s, but habitand discipline were strong. He ate, his mind warily awaketo the fact that as yet his fathers gift was not in evidence. The thought lessened his anxieties on the ordeal by pipeto be presently endured. The suspenders and arm gartersbecame trivial distresses by comparison. They were hap-pily designed for invisibility; he could keep them for bestand thus avoid the question of their use except on occa-sional Sundays. But he glanced apprehensively at JamesCad wells beard as he absorbed the lumpy porridge, andpeculated unea ily on the prokiUe nat ure and exten
. The Saturday evening post. s, but habitand discipline were strong. He ate, his mind warily awaketo the fact that as yet his fathers gift was not in evidence. The thought lessened his anxieties on the ordeal by pipeto be presently endured. The suspenders and arm gartersbecame trivial distresses by comparison. They were hap-pily designed for invisibility; he could keep them for bestand thus avoid the question of their use except on occa-sional Sundays. But he glanced apprehensively at JamesCad wells beard as he absorbed the lumpy porridge, andpeculated unea ily on the prokiUe nat ure and extent ofthe climactic present he knew impended. James Cadwellhad a certain dramatic sense; he liked the effect of sus-pense and surprise. It might be a new suit, Leonard thought. lie is last birthday, so signalized, had cost him acute dis-comfort for fifty-two ensuing Sundays, including tried not to see the pattern of his sleeve- a plaid in w&h M<m®N(mnir K<mJkU®ir LLUSTRJITE D B r ERNEST F U H R. He Looks Stylish, Ma, Said Martha. Had a Mustache and Whiskers ? If He Only heavy worsted which assailed his eye almost as spitefullynow as when it had been presented to him a year ago. Hefound a certain reassurance in the reflection that thispresent best suit was still quite new, and that JamesCadwell would be unlikely to encourage his son in extrava-gance by replacing it so soon. His anxiety made him afraid to meet his fathers struggled against the hypnosis which turned his glanceagain and again in the direction of James Cadwells seatat the head of the table. He forced himself to look insteadat objects he commonly sought to avoid—the cruet standin the center of the cloth; the sideboard, a massive contriv-ance of walnut with a tombstone slab of white marble onwhich stood intricacies of colored glass; the oil paintingsof fish and game and assorted fruits which hung againstthe red wall paper. Even these things, in which he de-tected a hideosity complet
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