y were again seated on the stage on their way home, Rollo
said, "Uncle George, I should not think Mr. Wilkins would wish to show
his wife's picture to people in that way."

"His wife's picture!" said Uncle George. "But I did not know Mr.
Wilkins was married."

"Of course he is," said Rollo. "How ever else could he see a lady so?"

Rollo's uncle was silent for a moment before he said, "Rollo, I had
occasion to say before and I repeat now, you are a bright lad. You
have seen to-day three artists, a sculptor, a poetess, and a painter.
Which would you prefer to be?"

I leave it to my little readers to guess which one Rollo chose.

ROLLO'S ROMANCE

OUR LITTLE HERO DEFEATS BOTH YALE AND PRINCETON AT FOOTBALL

Some of my little readers may recall that shortly after Rollo's family
moved to their city apartment, Rollo was invited to a gay luncheon
party at a public inn which was managed by a Mr. Ritz. It was here
that Rollo first met his cousin Stella, and another little girl named
Anabelle Litchfield. Rollo had liked Anabelle very much, but he had
had no opportunities to talk with her at that time, for Anabelle's
attention was greatly occupied by the laughing chatter of a young Mr.
Rupert Hogan, a boy of about Rollo's own age who lived in New York and
knew a great many things about city life which our little hero had
never learned.

During the months which followed, Anabelle had made a number of
visits, and thus the summer and fall had passed until her memory in
Rollo's mind had become vague and indistinct, though still very
pleasant.

In the meantime, however, Rollo was becoming more and more versed in
the accomplishments which are expected of a city boy. This was due
very largely to the kindness of his Uncle George who frequently took
his little nephew with him to the theatre, to his club, and to a
number of evening festivals where there was dancing, charades, and all
manner of fun.

At the time this chapter of our story opens, Rollo was seated before
the cheerful gas-log at home instructing Jonas as to the proper method
of making a martini. This was indeed a change from the old days in the
country when Jonas used to teach Rollo how to pile wood and pick up
potatoes. The positions were now reversed. Rollo was the teacher and
Jonas was the pupil.

"You see, Jonas," said Rollo, "you must be very careful to put in at
least two-thirds of gin to one-third of vermouth."

"What is vermouth?" asked Jonas.