Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-08-20

AaWfO LAUGHTER Eo'ss,, s,PP'' ss Of
series Of staccato ordinations in the big bal
cony Of nv rich next-door neighbor announced
TO me that the daughter Of the house and her
guests had returned from their summer trip
and were also preparing to take such comfort
Is the sultriness of the evening would allow.
"Dickie, dear. this gown must have been
made for Barnum's fat woman I'm continu-
ally trying to find myself in it; il reminds me
of the cowboy plea:
..'Oh. dir my grave both wide and deep.
When you lay me in my winding sheet
Or words to that effect"
NO reflections on nv avordupois. il you
please. Winnie. They never will take me for q
skeleton. though in my present condition L
might be mistaken for a tattoed woman from
Tahiti: or do thew tattoo themselves there? m
afraid I'm little hazy in history. How COM
Portable you must find IL to be able to SIT In
your bones this torrid weather"
Now Dickie that's unkind. especially since
I've gained ten pounds in the last month
and -"
Further condolences we're broken in upon BY
greetings of a new arrival When the babel
had quoted little perfectly poised voice
said Il came right over as soon as L got your
note. Dickie, because we leave for the Thousand
Isles tomorrow. Now tell me all abou, your
trim Where have YOU been? Why did you go?
How did YOU enjoy itl and most important Of
all. Why were you 50 secret about your move
ments!'
I'm Kansas"
FOR fun"
Immensely"
Because we didn't want any horrid men
pOking about besieging papa for invitations to
60 along"
There were four of the girls and they had
given characteristic answers.
"Dickie Dove" CIRCULATED the new conner in
well-bred horror. do YOU mean to assert that
you have wasted q whole month of your first
summer season out rusticating in Kansas? How
did You manage to exist. and what prompted
you girls to such quixotic caper?"
Wasted returned Dickie in fine scorn.
"Hear her, We gods and goddesses, as she filings
into the scrap bag Of the past the hsppiest
month OF my life since / donned tailed
frocks. and tells ME it is wasted Girls. shall
We submit tamely TO these foul aspersions?''
Never chorused the four.
But truly. girls, what have you been doing
TO yourselves You look like wild men from
Borneo with all that tan. Even your hair looks
snnburned Have you been PLAYING Indian and
living under the trees?"
Deed we have not. We lived in a--don't
faint-in a veritable sod-house," said Winnie
Warner, cousin of the Doves.
''And ate from French china with COW
Punchers.' added merry Mamie Winter.
I'VE helped in the harvest field"
'.And hunted antelope"
And rode night herd in the moonlight"
And Dickie firted outrageously with her
fathers foreman
who is handsome and educated and well
heeled-''
And gentleman supplemented Dickie en-
phatically.
could imagine Lucille Granger's condition
BY the time those four mischievous girls had
fred n round or two each of their sauey arnmu-
milton at her. She was one of the
''Divineiy tail and most divineiy fairr
creatures whose temDer never GOT rr1ff7ad.
whose bangs never got out of curl: whose white
gowns were always diaphanous and finely
smooth; whose slim. perfectly shod feet and
daintily gloved hands displayed lineage" In
every line. One Of those negatively perfect
people who. never moved by depraved prompt
ings. couldn't possibly understand the wild inn
pulses that often possessed other girls and made
them 80 different from her prim. precise, proper
self Her exact opposite was Dickie Dove, the
only daughter OF rich ranchman. who nat
urally hated the cribbed, cabined and confined
eonventionalities OF social life. A sweater,
true- girl never lived. but you might as well
talk of Harvesting Sunol to a street as count
on tying Dickie Dove to q strict observance of
society FORMS
Seeing that among them they had paralyzed
Lucille Dickie came to the rescue, and i. being
. friend OF the family. in whom the DoYes and
their whole flock had confided for years. did
not mind listening, as knew it would save the
girls a repetition on the morrow.
You see. Lucille" began Dickie, II had been
20 energetically gay all winter that / was worn
to n shadow by the time nv last party dress was
passe; SO We four began to discuss plans for the
summer quite early. Mamie suggested the
mountains. but Winnie can't clinn With any
degree of comfort because of her heart Ger
trude was so tired that she could only think of
rest IN some quiet Virginia farm house. The
iiea was TOO tame. Mamma suggested some
seaside resort and surf bathing"
And We vetoed that mighty quick" broke in
Gertrude Hart NY pocket book was as empty
a. the democrats declare the treasury to be.
and the seaside 10 four girls III their first season
out meant. at the very least calculation, seven
new dresses week. seven hats, seven pairs of
gloves--"
And seventy times seven other things be-
sides. interpreted Mamie. land then the hor-
TOR OF shopping with the mercury at 50 degrees
and climbing: wrestling with dressmaxers,
Whose chief aim in life seems to be to cast re-
proaeh ON Gods handiwork: matching trim
mings that Won 60 matched do your prettiest,
and packing-oh. il gives me the nightmare vet
when contemplate the thought"
so We shed society and trouble az the same
time by deciding to accompany did to the
ranch, concluded Dickie, as Mamie paused for
breath
And Mrs. Dove?' questioned Lucille.
"Oh. mama was tired and glad 10 GO. rid of
the trouble, too. 20 she went up in the Berk-
shire hills to visit her parents and be comfort
able.
who chaperoned you?" asked Lucille.
family.
Dad" replied Dickie saaeily.
"And-you-was there no woman to keen
You in eOunteuance? Surely you were not 80
lost 10 all sense Of propriety to d spense with
the semblance of chaperon," pleaded Luz
Gle. aghast.
oh, Dickie took her little old maid sewing
woman We knew We would need somebody to
sew us up occasionally. and there was Jolly
Aunt Hannah. the housekeeper ct the ranch -
And you girls actually hazarled month in
that Wild country anong-'cow punchers' l
think Dickie called the ereatures-with not a
single Lady 10 chsperon you property Why it
was simply barbaroas,' / could almost see
Lucille gather her snowy robes around her in
her disgust, but she was not TO blame Her
hfe was as narrow the code Of her social
world. and never having seen beyond its cir
cumscribed horizon, she couldn't be expected
to know that her tiny sphere hardly made
fy speck on the worlds grea: plan.
''Oh, bother was Dickie's energetic re-
toinder. I'VE had the dear old daddie and
mamma knew we were safe with him. You see
she credits Us with having what Dutch Pete calls
horse sense / really believe you would have
enjoyed those four royal weeks yourself
Lucille"
I'm q sod house. associa.ing on terms of
equality with COW punchersl can't imagine
III
"Oh, but you never would know the house is