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ieventeen
A Tale of Youth and
Summer Time and
the Baxter Family,
Especially William
By
BOOTH TARKINGTON
Copyright, 1916.1916. by Metropolitan
Magazine.
SYNOP31.S
William P&Tter, a','<>U seventeen, falls at
first sly lit In calf love with young Mist
Pratt «n « vIk'.c 10 friends of hi*. Hli
little sister. Jans, la a Ky In the ointment.
■William Is sent by his mother to help
Genesis, darky of all work, bring home
some washtubs she had purchased. They
are accompanied by Clematis. Genesis'
mongrel dog. Miss Pratt, esoorted by her
friends, comes along with her dog, Floplt.
A dogfight ensues.
William's period ot' peculiar sensi
tiveness dated from that evening, and
Jane lu particular caiucJ him a threat
deal of anxiety. In fact, he began to
feel that June was a mortification
which his parents ndaht have spared
hhu, with no loss to themselves or to
the world.
For one tiling, her passion for bread
and butter, covered with apple sauce
and powdered sugar, was gelling to be
a serious matter. Secretly William
was uot yet so ehanged by love as to
be wholly Indifferent to this refection
himself, but his consumption of It was
private, whereas .lane had formed the
habit of eating it in exposed places,
such as the front yard ur the sidewalk.
. Mrs. Baxter was pleasantly engaged
with a sprinkling can and some small
ilowerbeds, and Jane, having return
ed from various sidewalk excursions,
stood close by. her hands replenished
with the favorite food and her cliln
rising and falling in gentle motions.
Upon this calm s etie came William,
plunging round a corner of the house,
furious yet plaintive.
"You've pot to no soiufuiiiig «w»i
that child!" lia began. "1 cannot
stand it!"
Jane looked at liiiu duiubly, not ceas
ing. however, to eat. while Mrs. Bax
ter thoughtfully continued her sprin
kling.
"You've Lieeu gone all morning, Wil
lie," she said. "1 thought jour father
mentioned at breakfast that he expect
ed you to put in at least two hours a
day on your mathematics and"—
"That's neither here nor there," Wil
liam returned vehemently. "I Just
want to say this: If you don't do some
thing about Jaue 1 will! Just look at
her! Look at her, 1 ask you! That's
just the way she looked half an hour
ago out on the public sidewalk lu front
of the house when I came by hero
with Miss I'ratt! That was pleasant,
wasn't it—to be walking with a lady
on the public street and meet a mem
ber of *ny family looking like that?
Oh. lovely!"
In the anguish of this reeollectlou
his voice cracked, and. though his eyes
were dry, his gestures wept for him.
Plainly lie was about to reach the most
lamentable portion of his narrative.
"And then she hollered at me! She
hollered, 'Oh, H'ill-re!'" Here he gave
an imitation of Jane's voiee, so damna
tory that Jaue ceased to eat for sev
eral moments and drew herself up with
a kind of dignity. "She hollered, 'Oh,
Will-re' at me!" he stormed. "Any
body would think 1 was about sis
years old! She hollered, 'Oh, Wlll-ee,'
and she rubbed her stomach and slush
ed apple sauce nil over her face, and
she kept hollering. 'Wlll-ee!' with her
~-v
"Just look «t her! Look at h«r, I ask
youl"
mouth full. 'SYill-ee, look! Good!
Bread and butter and apple sauce and
sugar. 1 bet you wish i/uu had some,
Will-eel'"
"You did eat some the other day,"
said Jane. "You ate a whole lot. You
eat it every chance you get."
"You hush up!" he shouted and re
turned to his description of the out
rage. "She kept following us! She
followed us, hollering, 'Will-ee!' till it's
a wonder we didn't go deaf! And Just
look at her! I don't see how you cau
stand it to have her going around like
that and people knowing it's your
child! Why, she hasn't got enough on!"
Mrs. Haxter laughed. "Oh, for this
very hot weather I really don't think
people notice or care much about"—
" 'Notice." " he wailed. "I guess Miss
Pratt.jLoJtked!. Jfot weather*no _ex
custr for—rer outrffcbt trceoItyT' (As
Jane was thin, It Is probable that Wil
liam bad mistaken the meaning of this
word.) "Why, half of what she has
got on has come unfastened, especially
that frightful thing hanging around
her leg! And look at her back, I Just
beg you! I ask you to look at her
back! You can see her spinal cord!"
"Column," Mrs. Baxter corrected;,
"spinal column, Willie."
"What do I care which it is?" he
fumeil. "People aren't supposed to go
around with it exposed, whichever it
is, and with apple sauce on their ears!"
"There Is no'!"' Jane protested, and
at the moment when she spoke she
was right. Naturally, however, she
lifted her bands to the accused ears,
and the unfortunate result was to jus
tify William's statement
"Look!" he cried. "I Just ask you
to look! Think of It—that's the sight I
have to meet when I'm out walking
with Misa Pratt! She asked me who
it was, and I wish you'd seen her face.
8he wanted to know who 'that curious
child' was, and I'm glad you didn't
hear the way she said it. 'Who to that
curious child?' she snid, and I bad to
tell her It was my sister. I had to tell
Miss Pratt It was my only sister!"
"Willie, who is Miss Pratt?" asked
Mrs. Baxter mildly. "I don't think
I've ever heard of her."
Jane chose this moment to interrupt
CriAr I tn I v
Jarie.
w
II.LIE'S mushed on Miss
Prutt," Jane suld casually.
"And she weurs false side
curls. One almost came otf.
She's vlsltln' Miss May Parcher," add
ed the deadly Juue. "Hut the l'areh
ers are awful tired of her. They wish
she'd go home, but they don't like to
tell her so."
William became icily calm.
"Now, if you don't punish her," he
said deliberately, "it's because you
have lost your sense of duty!"
He turned upon his heel and march
ed toward the house. His mother
called after him:
"Walt, Willie. Jane doesn't mean to
hurt your feelings"—
"My feelings:" he cried, the lclness
of his demeanor giving way under the
strain of emotion. "You stand there
and allow her to speak as she did of
one of the—one of the"— For a mo
ment William appealed to be at a loss
and the fact is that it always has been
a difficult matter to describe the bright,
iueffable divinity of the world to one's
mother, especially in the presence of
au inimical third party of tender years.
"One of the"— he said, "one of the—
the noblest—one of the noblest"—
Again he paused.
"Oh, Jane didn't mean anything,"
said Mrs. Baxter. "Aad if you think
Miss Pratt is so nice I'll ask May
Paivlicr to bring her to tea with us
some duy. If it's too hot we'll have
Jeetl tea, aud you can ask Johnnie
Watson, If you like. Don't get so up
set about things, Willie."
! "'Upset!'" he echoed, appealing to
heaven against this word. "'Upset!'"
And he entered the house It) a mauner
most dramatic.
j "What made you say that?" Mrs.
Baxter asked, turning curiously to
[ Jane when William had disappeared.
"Where did you hear any such things?"
I "I wap there," Jane replied, "at the
Parchers'."
"Oil, I see."
"Yesterday afternoon," said Jane,
"when Miss Parcber had the Sunday
school class for lemonade and cookies."
"Did you hear -Miss Parcher say"—
"No'm," said Jane. "I ate too many
cookies, 1 guess, maybe. Anyways,
Miss Parcher said I better lay down"—
"IJe down, Jane."
"l'es'm—on the sofa lu the liberry.
1 an' Mrs. Parcher an' Mr. Parcber came
lu there an' sat down after awhile, an'
it was khid of dark, an' they didn't
harlly notice me, or I guess they
thought I was asleep, maybe. Any
ways, they didn't talk loud, but Mr.
Parcher would sort of grunt an' ack
cross. He said he Just wished he knew
when he was goiu' to have a home
again. Then Mrs. Parcher said May
had to ask her Sunday school class, but
he said he never meaut the Sunday
school class. He said since Miss Pratt
came to visit there wasn't anywhere
he could go, because Willie Baxter an'
Johnnie Watson an' Jie liu 1 litt an' all
the other ones like that were there all
the time, an' It made him Just sick at
the stumnjick, an' he did wish there
was some way to And out when she
was goin' home, because he couldn't
stand much more taik about love.
"He said Willie an" Johnnie Watson
an' Joe Bullitt an' Miss Pratt were al
ways arguin' somep'u about love, an'
he said Willie was the worst Mam
ma. he said he didn't like the rest of it,
but be said he guessed he could stand
It if it wasn't for Willie. An' he Bald
the reason they were all so lu love of
Miss Pratt was because she talks baby
talk, an' he said he couldn't stand
much more baby talk. Mamma, she
bus the loveliest little white dog, an'
Mr- Parcher doesn't like It. He bbW
he couldn't go anywhere a round the
place ■without steppin' on the dog or
Willie Baxter. An' he said he couldn't
sit on hla own porch any more, He
said he couldn't sit even In the ilberry
but he bad to hear baby talk gain' on
»omewheres an' then either Willie Bax
ter or Joe Bullitt or somebody or an
other arguln' about love. Mara ma, he
said" —Jane became Impressive — "he
said, mamma, be said ho didn't mind
the Sunday school class, but he couldn't
stand those damn boys!"
"Jane," Mrs. Baxter cried, "you
mustn't say such things!"
I "I didn't, mamma; Mr. Parcher said
j it He said he couldn't stand those
da"
"Jane! No matter what he said, yon
mustn't repeat"—
"But I'm not. I only said"—
Mrg. Baxter Imprisoned Jane's m#uUi
with a firm Hfihd. Jane c'otttlhuett to
swallow quietly until released.
"Hush!" Mrs. Baxter commanded.
"You must never, never again use such
a terrible and wicked word."
"I won't, mamma," Jane said meek
ly. Then she brightened. "Oh, I
know! I'll nay 'word' instead. Won't
that be all right?"
"I—I suppcae so."
"Well, Mr. Pareher said he couldn't
stand those word boys. That sounds
all right, doesn't it, mamma?"
Mrs. Baxter hesitated, but she well
knew that Jano had her own way of
telling things, or else they remained
antold.
"I—I suppose so."
"Well, they kind of talked along,"
Jane continued, much pleased, "an'
Mr. Pareher said when he was young
he wasn't any such a*-suoh a word
fool as these young word fools were.
He said in all his born days Willie
Baxter was the wordest fool he ever
MW."
Willie Baxter's mother flushed a lit
tle. "That was very unjust and very
wrong of Mr. Pareher," she said
lirimly.
"Oh, no, mamma!" Jane protested.
"Mrs. Pareher thought so too."
"Did she, Indeed?"
"Only she didn't say word or word
est or anything like that," Jane ex
plained. "She said it was because
Miss Pratt had coaxed him to be so
In love of her. An* Mr. Pareher said
he didn't care whose fault it was, Wil
lie was a—a word calf, an' so were all
the rest of 'em, Mr. Pareher said. An'
he said he couldn't stand it any more.
Mr. Pareher said that a whole lot of
times, mamma. He said he guess'
pretty soon he'd haf to be In the luna
tic asylum If Miss Pratt stayed a few
more days with her word little dog
an' her word Willie Baxter an' all the
other word calfs. Mrs. Pareher said
be oughtn't to say 'word,' mamma.
She said, 'Hush, hush!' to bim, mam
ma. He talked like this, mamma: He
said, 'I'll be word If I stand It!' An'
he kept gettln' crosser, an' he said:
'Word! Word! Word! WOIt'
"There!" Mrs. Baxter Interrupted
sharply. "That will do, Jane! We'll
talk about something else now, I
think."
At nightfall Jane was saying her
prayers beside her bed, while her
mother stood close by.
"An' bless mamma an' papa an'
Jane murmured, coining to a pause—
"an'—an' bless Willie," she added, with
a little reluctance.
"Go on, dear," said her mother. "You
haven't finished."
"I Know It, mamma, jane looKeu
up to say. "I was Just thlnkln' a min
ute. I waut to tell you about somep'n."
"Finish your prayers first, Jane."
Jane obeyed with a swiftness in
which there was no Intentional irrev
erence; then she jumped into bed and
began a fresh revelation.
'•It's about papa's cio'es, mamma."
I "What clothes of papa's? What do
you mean, Jane?" asked Mrs. Baxter,
[ puzzled.
"The ones you couldn't find—the ones
you been lookln' for 'most every day."
, "You mean papa's evening clothes?"
"Yes'm," said Jane. "Willies got
'era on," Jane assured her, with em
phasis. "I bet he's had 'em on every
single evening since Miss Pratt came
to visit the Parchers. Anyway, he's
got 'em on now, 'cause I saw 'em."
Mrs. Baiter frowned. "Are you
sure?"
"Yes'm. I saw him in 'em. I was
in my bare feet after I got undressed,
an' I was kind of walkin' around in
the hall"—
"You shouldn't do that, Jane."
"No'm. An' I heard Willie say
somep'n kind of to himself, or like
deckiimatlon. He was Inside his room,
but the door wasn't unite shut. He
started out once, but lie went back for
somep'n an' forgot to, I guess. Any
way, I thought I better look an' see
what was goln' on, mamma, so I just
klud of peeked in"—
"But you shouldn't do that, dear,"
Mrs. Baxter said musingly. "It isn't
really quite honorable."
"Xo'm. Well, what you think he was
doln'?" (Here Jane's voice betrayed
excitement, and so did her eyes.i "He
was standin' up there in papa's cio'es
before the lookin'glass. an' first he'd
lean his head over on one side, an'
then he'd Jean it over on the other
side, an' then he'd bark, uiainmn."
"He'd what?"
j "Yes'm!" said Jane. "He'd give a
little, teeny bark, mamma—klud of
like a puppy, mamma."
"What?" cried Mrs. Baxter.
"Yes'm, he did!" Jane asserted. "He
did it four or five times. First he'd
lean his head way over on his shoulder
like this—look, mamma!—an' then he'd
lean it away over the other shoulder,
an' every time he'd do it he'd bark.
'Berp-werp!' he'd say, mamma, just
like that, only not loud at all. lie
said: 'Berp-werp! Berp-ieerp-tcerpF You
could tell be meant it for harkin', but
it wasn't very good, mamma. What
you thln& he meaut, mamma?"
"Heaven knows!" murmured the as
touished mother.
"Aa' then," Jane continued, "biiquit
barklu' all of a sudden, an," didn't
lean his head over any more, an' com
menced aetlu' kind of solemn, an' kind
of whispered to himself. I think he
was klud of preteudln' he was talkin'
to Miss Pratt or at a party, maybe.
Anyways, he spoke out loud after
while—not just exactly loud, I mean,
but anyway so's I could hear what he
said. Mamma, he said, 'Oh, my baby
talk lady!'- just like that, mamma.
Listen, matnrna, here's the way he
said it, 'Oh, my baby talk lady!' "
Jane's voice In this impersonation
became sufficiently soft and tremulous
to give Mrs. Baxter a fair klea of
the tender yearning of the original.
"'Oh, my baVy talto lady!*" cooed the
terrible Jane,
•'MercjJ". Xxs, «J*&x£er _ _gxclaimed.
"Perlfnps It's 110 wonn r Parch
er"— She broke off abruptly, then In
quired, "What did he do next, Jane?"
"Next," said .Tune, "he pnt the light
out, on' I kind of squeezed up against
the wall, au' lie never saw nie. He
went on out to the back stairs an*
went down the stairs tiptoe, mamma.
I think he goes out that way an'
through the kitchen ou account of pa
pa's clo'es."
"I suppose so," Mrs. Baxter said. "I
think perhaps"— For a moment or
two she wrapped herself in thought.
'Perhaps," she repeated musingly—
'perhaps we'll keep this Just a secret
between you and me for u little while,
Jane, and not say anything to papa
about the clothes. 1 don't think it will
hurt them, and I suppose Willie feels
they give him a great advantage over
the other boys."
.Mrs. Baxter turned out the light,
then came and kissed Jane in the dark.
"Good night, dear."
"U' night, mamma." But as Mrs.
Baxter reached the door Jane's voice
was heard again.
(Continued tomorrow)
wartime" vegetables.
Lentil sorr.—Two tabiespoon
fuls of drippings, two cupfuls of
milk, an onion, a carrot and a
turnip, a cupful of lentils, four table
spoonfuls of flour, u teuspoonful of salt
and half a teaspoonful of pepper. Wash
and soak the lentils all night, then
drain well. Wash and cut the vegeta
bles Into small dice and fry them a
golden brown In the drippings. Add the
lentils and your four cupfuls of water
tnto the pan and let the contents aim
mer very slowly for three and a half
hours, then rub through a sieve. Mix
the flour with a little of the milk, then
stir In the rest of the milk in the puree,
return to the saucepan and boll for
ten minutes. Add seasonings and serve
hot with croutons of bread or toast
crackers. This recipe provides a nour
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NOTICE OP ADMINISTRATORS
BALE
In the Probate court of the terri
tory; of Alaska, Division No. lt
at Haince before J. J. Kennedy,
U. S. Commissioner audi cx-of£icio
Probate Judge.
In the matter of the estate of J.
E, Reynolds, deceased.
Notice 14 hereby given, that pur
suant to an ord^r issued out of
the above entitled court, bearing
date the lutli day of Sept. 1917, in
the matter of the estate of J. E.
Reynolds deceaggd, the underisgned
administrator of the said estate, will
sell at public auction at the home
stead of the deceased, about five
miles in a westerly direction from
the town of Haines, the following
described property, to-Wit; Th§ pos
sessory right to, and the improve
ments on the following described
homestead; Beginning at Post
No. 1, which is identical with poit
No. 6, of the homestead land claim
heretofore taken by E. A. Adams,
and running thence west, 320 rods;
thence north, 160 rods; thence east,
320 rods and thence south 160 rods
to the place of beginning, contain
ing 320 acres of land. Also one
lumber shack situated at Jones
Point, about one and one half
miles westerly; from Haines, and
the following personal property W
the above mentioned homestead.
1 ploy, 1 shovel plow, 1 pitch
fork, 1 garden rake, 5 small traps,
1 Yukon sled, 1 mattock, 2 cross
saws, 1 hand saw, 2 hand axes, 1
latch hatchet, l prospcetorg pick,
1 ha-mmer, 1 monkey wrench, 1
clock, 1 lamp, 1 plyer, 1 schew
driver, 1 cold chisel, 2 dozen quart
jars, 1 smoothing plane, 1 razor
strop, 200 lbs, turnip, seeds, 1
razor, 1 looking glass, 2 water
pails, X lantern, 1 heating etove,
one running gear of wagon, 1
wheel barrow, 1 harness and 2
horse collars. Said sale will be
held on the 25 th day of October,
1917, at the hour of ong one o'clock
in the afternoon, of eaid day; All
sales under ten dollars to be cash
in hand, and all sales over tea dol
lars on thirty days timg Hlth. ap
proved security, Salg subject to
confirmation by the court.
Dated this 10th day of Sept.
"17. . r ^
G. W, HINCHMAN,
/ Administrator. .
W, B. Stout, Attorney for Admin
istration.
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