. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . emendously, from what I can seefrom here, but its hardly worth while tolook over it if it cant be had. Well, it wouldnt do no harm to asktlie Major, said Mrs. Swinton. but thereaint much chance that hed say yes. Ican say this much: I dont cotton to theidea of movin—not at our time of life. Perhaps we can come back later in theday when the Major is home. suggestedLatham, as he came down the steps andstarted to walk behind the runabout to hisplace on the other side of it. Irish Girlst
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . emendously, from what I can seefrom here, but its hardly worth while tolook over it if it cant be had. Well, it wouldnt do no harm to asktlie Major, said Mrs. Swinton. but thereaint much chance that hed say yes. Ican say this much: I dont cotton to theidea of movin—not at our time of life. Perhaps we can come back later in theday when the Major is home. suggestedLatham, as he came down the steps andstarted to walk behind the runabout to hisplace on the other side of it. Irish Girlstood directly in front of the stoop andLatham, noticing the filly look toward him,as if to say, Its cold standing here, oldman, and you forgot to blanket me, strode,instead, toward her head. To this day hethanks his fairy sponsor for the instinctthat changed his course. Well see the Major, he called to , turning to .salute her. Before hecould work his hooded cap off, the sharpbark and sudden rush of a dog arrestedthe movement and he turned hack to see afox terrier leap toward Irish Girls JCbcouat) Suburban Wooiilanti Get down, he cried in instant compre-hension of the consequences, but too lateto check the sensitive fillys break at the same moment the girl, real-izing her peril, shrieked too, and then gotdown to do her part. But her sawing and|)ulling on the reins she had allowed torelax was quite futile. It was I^athamsheadlong plunge at the tillys bridle, hisfortunate clutching of it with both handsand his desperate dragging, jerking, push-nig backward on the frightened .-inimal thattinall}- brought her to a standstill scarcelya foot from the wagon shed he knew shewas heading for. It really was a mag-nificent dis]3lay of pluck and strength andendurance and no one realized it mor^keenly than the girl in the runabout. Sheknew how close a call shed had, and shewas almost as grateful for the brief respitebefore Latham got into the carriage, asf
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