The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1897-04-30
WITH ONE STONE.

Scene IA prettily-appointed dressing
room. costly lighted 10y shaded lamps. Two
girls. in white muslin pcignoirs. eNchanE-
ing condolences over the mysteries OF the
evening toilet-tabIe
Time-1l:45 p. IN.
Minnie tin an indignant voice. turning
from the mirror, brush in hand) There.
read that. (She throws rather
crumpled letter into her friends lapD
That's what he thought fit to send me
after the dance!
Lillian comfortably extended in the
depths of big easy chair You've not
treated his missivc with much respect.
dear. Reads it, And | don't think it
deserves any. Pray why shouldn't you
dance with Tom Wentworth?
Minnie brushing vigorously)-Th
fact is, I'm getting tired of Cecil's alb
surd jealousies. If he were little less
good-looking-
Lillian (sotto voce)-And hadn't such
a nice little income?
Well. his income isn't any
thing against him, is it? But what
should you do?
Lillian very solemnly) He deserves
a bad furnishing.
Minnie-Of course, he's very fond of
me; and with his ''sensitivenes S. As
he calls it call il loneliness says
he can't bear it. But | always did like
dancing with Tom; and he's my cousin,
you know. after all.
Lillian (pensiveIy, with a smile as of
certain pleasing memories i like dane
ing with Tom Wentworth suggest
i've pause) and | think he likes dancing
with me.
Minnie with a long-drawn intona-
tom )-Oh-h?
Lilian-E Exactly so. (Rehects a
Iittle.) I've an inspiration, dear! Does
Cecil know I've come up to 60 to the
garden party, tomorrow?
Minnie-No. Why?
Lillian Quickly, without eXplaining)
We're just the same height, and your
hairs exactly the color Of mine, and
latter a moments deliberation) YES
that lovely pale green you showed me
this afternoon would suit me uncom-
monty we'll
Minnie-But you're not going to wear
it, you see!
Lilian-Oh, l think l am going to
wear it! (Energetically draws another
easy chair close to her own, seats her
friend decisively in it, and impressive
~ details to her plan of the war;
pire theater. Hon. Cecil Trevelyan. and his
friend, St. Aubyn.
Time-l0:t5 =. M.
st. Aubyn-I say, Trey! Another
brandy! You don't usually go on like
this. What's up?
Cecil (gloomily. under his dark mus
tache)-When the girl you're engaged
to writes to you in this style. pulls
rather crumpled letter from his waist
coat pocket, and hands it to his frieudD
st. Aubyn (reading t)--H'm-rather
sharp! But you know. Trev-
Cecil-What?
st. Aubyn-Well--yo are rather-er
-er-crochety, you know?
Cecil (sardonicaIly)-Oh! I'm croch-
cty. am L? Would you like your future
wife to fiirt with other men?
ST. Aubyn-Flirt? No. But
Cecil-But Minnie does: she did fiirt
with that fellow. Her cousin in
deed! Confound him!
st. Aubyn-WeIl, | shouldn't want 10
lose her if | were you. She's a very
jolly little girl, and awfully pretty. not
to mention the prosPects-and they
count. you know, old fellow! But she's
game. anu II Npu pun h'i III wv = IL
YOU viii lose her, that's about all.
Cecil (furiously)-If that ID cousin
of hers is at this idiotic garden party
tomorrow, and she goes On with him
A. she did the other evening. she maT
go to-anywbere, for aught L care! 1
swear I'll throw her over,
st. Aubyn-You've said that before,
and had to repent in dust and ashes,
and wear sackcIoth, and eat humble pie,
and
Cecil-This time ! mean it! (Calls
for another brandy, which he swallows
at one gulp, losses down the coin, and
eNit)
st. Aubyn-Poor Cecil!