Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1881-09-01
BtLIA'S GLOVE.
True Story Of a California Watering
Place.

True Story Of a California Watering
Place.
well. girls, what shall we do to-
dayY"
IL was ON the broad piazza of the
Baden. Baden Springs, one of the sum-
mer hOstelries in the Santa Cruz noun
tains. Not a man 10 be seen-the
long piazza was a vista of skirts. At
one end sat the matrOns, either doing
some one Of those numberless things
called "fancy-wOrk," or else retailing
their household troubles. At the 9th.
or sat the young ladies some with
novels I'm their laps. some idle. They
were gazing listlessly across the gar
den to the disused croquet ground.
No one said, "Iet's play croquet." {"
No. indeed. there had been a pitched
battle on the crOquet ground the day
before. Miss Helen Winn had re-
marked that she named no names. but
when person was wired she did not
think II fair for her TO move her ball
when the others were not looking.
Upon this Miss Tillie Robertson burst
into tears, and said that Miss Winn
was a "hateful thing" Miss Carrie
Bunner, partner to her of the tears,
Immediately laid down her mallet
with great dignity, and ostentatiOusly
escorted Miss Robertson from the
ground, saying. There, now, Tillie."
"Never mind them," etc, all of which
was inexpressibly goading TO the other
side.
BY way of showing the two seceders
how unnecessary they were, two other
ladies took their places, and the game
for while was conducted in the
smoOthest manner, and the converse
tion In sugared tones. From the fact.
however, that they came home i'm four
different directions, IL is supposed that
something went wrong. John, whose
duty 1t was to put away the mallets
and balls after the ladies' used the
ground, related on his return TO the
kitchen, that he "found them there
mallets scattered all over creation, Jest
where them gals flung 'em when the
game bust up"
No, although they had all "made up
since. the influence upon the whole
were not favorable TO that game which
stirs the feminine soul so deeply. BY
the way, was the woman ever born
who would not cheat at croquet If she
got n chance?
"Well. girls, what shall we do to-
dayY" IL was Bella Chester who spoke,
Now Bella had not been mixed up
IN the quarrel of the day before. II
there was one thing she did not care
for. II was crOquet without gentlemen.
IL Is unnecessary. then, TO tell you that
she was croquettish. But she was
pretty. too. was Bella-bewitching
pretty. And yet she was not so pretty
that other women did not like her,
for they did. There are two kinds of
pretty women.
"Let's 60 To the springs" said Helen
Winn, "and watch them bOttling the
waters"
"Pshawl said Bella, there's only an
old man and boy there. Girls" she
went on, II have an idea. How far
is II from here to Santa Maria Col
legeY'
about six miles," said Helen.
Then Ill tell you what let's do.
Wei have the rockaway team hitched
up. and get John TO drive us over there.
It's vacation time now, and the stu
dents have gone. Wen have the monks
show us all over the buildings, the
mission church. and everything"
They're not monks" said Carrie
Bunner, with an air Of wisdom Miss
Bunner was Catholic) "they are faith
erS."
"Well, I'd like TO know what the diff.
terence Is" said Miss Bella, briskly.
"1-don't-know," said Miss Carrie
weakening; "but you must call them
fathers anyway"
III call them anything they like"
said Miss Bella "But come girls-Iet's
go and get ready"
In fifteen minutes Eve of the Oirls
were all ready. They had simply nut
on immense straw hats and very ugly
busters Their gloves were veterans
their shoes substantial, but not beauti-
fuL In short, they were attired IA
sensible girls should be for a ride over
California road in summer.
But the minutes passed. and Bella
did not come. John chewed tobacco,
and Soothed his inpatient horses as
they hicked the flies from of their
backs and paved the ground. John
was never impatient A sweet and