McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1884-11-20
BRACELET NIGHT.


''Oh I'm in such Dilemma. Tha
dreadful cook has gone. Took tn,
twelve o'clock boat and left me here
without a word of warning; and here.
the house full. and Paul Graynor, who
is so fastidious, has come. And l dc
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 crust!''
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 never could imagine why
all the dramas and romances end in
marriage and glare of rose lights?
But then you know, saucy cooks and
tough apple crust would sound dreadful
ly after billets, and I'm thine forever. -
''Oh, you quill you haven't bit more
feeling than Fred. To think of his bring
ing home Paul Gayhor, and without a
cook!'
"There-there, Ethel, don't look so
desperate Remember, l am New
England girl; and if / can't Redowa, I
can make biscuits rejoined Eve, pin
ming up her flowing sleeves-revealing
a pair of snowy rounded arms.
-'Biscuits!-you?'
eyes; and tarts and blanc mango,
and pies; and roast meat, and-and
everything!'' answered Eve majesti-
cally.
sOh, you delicious creature! But
then, it would never do at all-what
would people say?''
''Not half so many disagreeable
things as they would over poor sup
per, or none at air.
.sBut that lovely dress-and your hair
is SO becoming! Iwant you to fascinate
Paul!'
''Half dozen are about that business
already. You should take peep into
the parlor. Belle Tartleton is 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.
Effie is on the rug, tossing her curls
about, and playing with your greyhound;
while Lute-guess what Lutte is doing?''
''CrochettingP"
Nothing of the sort. She is making
a calico frock for poor child
Mrs. Wallace went off in peal of
silvery laughter.
''What are you laughing att pur-
sued Eve, reprovingly. Oucette more
sugarD 81 assure you, it is the pretti-
est tableau. If Mr.. Gaynor can resist
that, he must have heart of adamant."
''But seriously, Eve, do you know
wanted you to make conquest of
Paul?''
Eve was grave in moment.
''My dear Ethel, never say that to me
again. have no words with which to
express my contempt for women who
angle for mems hearts and fortunes,
and study smiles and pretty speeches,
as an actor does his part. No, Ethel.
If Fate is ever so unkind as to marry
me off, the eapricious goddess shall at
least give me man who has surprised
my respect and affection-not one whom
have hunted down"
''Good gracious exclaimed Mrs.
Wallace, surprised out of all elegance
of expression, by seeing the handsome
mischievous face of Paul Gaynor, peer
ing through the vine-shaded window.
sWhat is it?' asked Eve, looking I'D,
but seeing nothing.
Nothing, nothing; only you are so
fearfully strong minded. Is that almost
done? You are getting flushed am
afraid you will be fright
''No comments, Mrs. Wallace In so
important matter as the composition
of tart, it is necessary that my sereni-
ty should not be disturbed. Go up and
entertain your beloved Paul
Mrs. Wallace cast another glance at
the window. Paul was gone. Was he
with that odious Belle Tarleton?-how
much had he heard? What did he
think of Eve? Meanwhile the tart and
biscuits were finished.
would you like anything more?"
asked Eve.
OF course not. There was fruit and
cream and all sorts of things, and, fair
ly boiling over with impotence, Mrs
Wallace hurried Eve off to the drawing
room, where her first glance showed her
Paul. on footstool, before Belle Tarle-
ton, holding the reel from which she
was winding silk.
.sSuch occupations are the only Ones"
he observed, with unusual distinctness,
as thew entered the room, fitted for