The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-01-05
BRACELET NIGHT.

''Oh I'm in such Dilemma. Tha
dreadful cook has gone. Took tn
twelve o'clock boat and left me her
without word of warning; and here
the house full, and Paul Graynor, whC
is so fastidious, has come. And 1 de
assure you, Eve, Lucette hasn't the leas
idea about cooking; and I'm not sure
whether you put eggs and butter, OF
cream of tartar and vitriol in pie crustr'
And pretty little Mrs Wallace-the
bride of six months, and the hostess OF
five bellies and six desirable gentlemen
plus Paul Gaynor, newly arrived
looked, as well she might, the picture of
despair.
Eva Ashton laughed merrily-
That's what it is to be married! Do
you know l never could imagine why
all the dramas and romances end in
marriage and glare of rose lightsP
But then you know, saucy cooks and
tough apple crust would sound dreadful
ly after billets. and I'm thine forever"
''Oh, you quiz! you haven't bit more
feeling than Fred. To think of his bring
ing home Paul Gayhor, and without
cookr'
''There-there, Ethel, don't look so
desperate. Remember, 1 am New
England girl; and if 1 can't Redowa, 1
can make biscuits" rejoined Eve, pin
ming up her flowing sleeves revealing
pair of snowy rounded arms.
''Biscuits!-
Eyes; and tarts and blanc mango,
and pies; and roast meat, and-and
everythingr' answered Eve majesti-
cally.
'Oh, you delicious creature! But
then, it would never do at all-what
would people sayP"
Not half so many disagreeable
things as they would over poor sup
per, or none at alli''
- But that lovely dress-and your hair |
is - becoming! want you to fascinate
"HalN2 dozen are about that business
already. N9&6- sss-ss take peep into
the parlor. Belle ~'.-t ir1i IL really
supurb-looking. and she is netting that
purse that she's been finishing for the
last year, and looks like the last fashion
plate Maude is in an attitude, reading.
Ellie is on the rug, tossing her curls
about, and playing with your greyhound;
while Lute-guess what Lutte is doingp"
''CrochettingP"
Nothing of the sort She is making
a calico frock for poor child"
Mrs. Wallace went off in peal of |
silvery laug
What are you laughing at" pur-
sued Eve, reprovingly. Oucette more
sugarD II assure you, it is the pretti-
es4 tableau. If Mr.. Gaynor can resist
that. he must have a.heart of adamant"
but seriously, Eve, do you know |
you to make conquest of
Paul?'
Eve was grave in moment.
MY dear Ethel, never say that to me
again. l have no words with which to
express my contempt for women who
angle for mems hearts and fortunes.
and study smiles and pretty speeches,
rs an actor does his part. No, Ethel
# Fate is ever so unkind as to marry
ne off, the capricious goddess shall at !
east give me man who has surprised
ny respect and affection-not one whom
have hunted down.
Good gracious" exclaimed Mrs.
Wallace, surprised out of all elegance
# expression, by seeing the handsome /,
face of Paul Gaynor. peer
ng through the vine-shaded window.
''What is itP" asked Eve, looking up, 1
ut seeing nothing. {
Nothing, nothing; only you are so \
earthly strong-minded. Is that almost !
one? You are getting flushed. am
fraid you will be fright. !.
mo comments, Mrs. Wallace. In so
Important matter as the composition L
f a tart, it is necessary that my sereni- 4
Y should not be disturbed 90 up and
ntertain your beloved Paul i
Mrs. Wallace cast another glance at
ne window. Paul was gone. Was he t
18th that odious Belle Tarleton?- how \
luch had he heardp What did he d
link of Evep Meanwhile the tart and
scuits were finished. Il
''Would you like anything more?' p
,ked Eve. Q
OF course not. There was fruit and a
cam and all sorts of things, and, fair
boiling over with Impotence, Mrs Il
Tallace hurried Eve off to the drawing W
pm, where her first glance showed her Il
l. on footstool, before Belle Tarle- 81
holding the reel from which she o.
inding silk. fC
ID occupations are the only ones," al
we'd, with unusual distinctness,
'tered the room, gifted for IL