The Lady's Man.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 28 May 1914, Page 2

The Lady's Man.

(By Walt. Mason.)

Young Jinkson loves the tribes of girls, and after them keeps running, and all the Beryls, Maes and Pearls just think, he is too cunning. He warbles love songs by their bowers, and he s a peach, they reason; he hands them cost-, ly wreaths of flowers and oysters in their seasbn. The maidens say, "He's sweet, odds iish!" And lie, cheered by their kidding, anticipates their slightest wish, and hastes to do their bidding. Bright smiles are always on his face, when he's among the ladies, and when he's at the old home place he looks as sour as hades. His sister's an enchanting maid—few smiles he ever gave her, and when he's round she is afraid to ask the smallest favour. And with this girl: he's aye at war—he never loved nor kissed her; he saves his sweet expressions for some other fellow's sister. Hismmothersr r s old and worn and sad, and if she murmurs, "Charlie, I wish you'd help me here, my lad," he looksup, cross and snarly. "Let sister help you," he replies, Eer sad voice little heeding; "these interruptions I despise—you see I'm busy reading!" Some day he'll wed a dimpled dear when he has saved the boodle, and when they're married half a year she'd swap him for a poodle.