one (mostly Vermouth) before Dinner each
evening and has taught him a private Signal which means that she is
ready to duck and go Home.

At present they are in Paris, where she is working to get the same
hilarious _Tout Ensemble_ formerly exhibited by Elphye, the Ex-Empress
of the White Light Reservation.

The latter went to see a Lawyer when she learned that she had been
tricked out of her Happiness.

Unfortunately for her, she had nothing on Robert, thanks to his native
shrewdness and Mr. Bell, who invented the Telephone.

She is now playing Utility Parts in a Stock Company in Pennsylvania.
The Jewels pelted at her by Bob are much admired by the Gallery.

MORAL: The City holds no Peril for those who cherish Lucky Ideals.

THE NEW FABLE OF SUSAN AND THE DAUGHTER AND THE GRAND-DAUGHTER, AND
THEN SOMETHING REALLY GRAND

Once there was a full-blown Wild Peach, registered in the Family Bible
as Susan Mahaly.

Her Pap divided his time between collecting at a Toll-Gate and
defending the Military Reputation of Andy Jackson.

The family dwelt in what was then regarded by Cambridge, Mass., as the
Twilight Zone of Semi-Culture, viz., Swigget County, Pennsylvania.
Susan wore Linsey-Woolsey from Monday to Saturday. She never had
tampered with her Venus de Milo Topography and she did not even suspect
that Women had Nerves.

When she was seventeen she had a Fore-Arm like a Member of the
Turnverein.

She knew how to Card and Weave and Dye. Also she could make Loose Soap
in a kettle out in the Open Air.

Susan never fell down on her Salt-Rising Bread. Her Apple Butter was
always A1.

It was commonly agreed that she would make some Man a good Housekeeper,
for she was never sickly and could stay on her Feet sixteen hours at a
Stretch.

Already she was beginning to look down the Pike for a regular Fellow.
In the year 1840, the Lass of seventeen who failed to get her Hooks on
some roaming specimen of the Opposite Gender was in danger of being
whispered about as an Old Maid. Celibacy was listed with Arson and
Manslaughter.

Rufus was destined to be an Early Victorian Rummy, but he could lift a
Saw-Log, and he would stand without being hitched, so Susan nailed him
the third time he came snooping around the Toll-Gate.

Rufus did not have a Window to hoist or a Fence to lean on. But there
is no Poverty in any Pocket of the Universe until Wealth arrives and
begins to get Luggy.

Susan thought she was playing in