The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1899-07-20

OF Execution, and.tho prisoner looked
exactly like man at an afternoon tea.
However, the lions seemed to enjoy
it. [ wonder how Anne manages to
get so many when she entertains"
ooh, they gladly come for nothing.
because they know she is rich enough
to pny for it. Tom calls her house
The Jungle and
"How did you induce him to come,
when----"
"Wo tcre on the way to dine with
his mother. and he could not refuse
me that ST. Hll consolation. When we
reached the house TON told her that
we had just seen the lions fed. Some
times think Tom is good deal like
his mother" sighed the tall brunette.
well, it was u lovely tea,' said the
girl with the dimplos; "but somehow
I've felt sort of worried ever since.
Anne is queer, you know. l once ran
out to ask her il she was hurt when
sho fell Off her wheel, alighting on
her head, aud somehow she has never
seemed really fond of me since. But
do like to go to her teas; there is al
ways chance that her lions will say
something one can repeat and"
IL know it; but be careful to whom
you repeat it. You remember that
reception she gave to Omar Mushley,
the poet, do you not? Well, I was
there, but he seemed sort of reserved
when I was introduced to him.
However, / heard that he told one of
the guests that he felt sure that he
had known her in some past existence
Now, / had told Aurora that I ex.
pected to meet him, and when came
in late at her dinner the next evening
tried to placate her and make myself
agreeable to the guests by repeating
the remark as if it had been made to
me-"
ooh, we'll, it didn't make any diff
ference. You"
1T wouldn't have, dear, but for the
fact that the woman across from me
was the real recipient. She had JUS
finished telling it when T came in."
Dear, DEAR" sighed the girl will
the dimples; cit really doesn't pay t.
be agreeable to people; they are 81
ungrateful. Now, 1 heard m awful,
funny story at the club the other day
1t was about woman who somehow
got hold of one of her husbands low
letters, and"
"Oh, pshaw! That is an old story
Every woman keeps her love letter
To-"
''But this was written to an oil
sweetheart, dear, before he ever so,
her. That sweetheart is now the ugli
est old maid you ever saw, and it sor
of hurts his feelings to be reminde
that he once called her his love wit
the apple blossom face e seems ths
the wife can get anything she wants
she refers to that letter at the RICH
moment. Well, I saved that story fc
an emergency. The other evenin
father brought home man with who,
he was trying to drive a good bargain
He told me that I should be yer
agreeable to his guest and he woul
make it up to me-"
''And were you?"
IT tried to be; I thought of tn,
story and told it. Father was deligh
cd and laughed until the tears cam
but somehow the guest didn't seem
enjoy it. He went home early, al
next day / found out that his wife W
the heroine of the story. ] only ho]
my father will not discover the fac
that is all!'
Goodness, I hope SO! But y,
were speaking of Anne's tea. Did y,
enjoy it?"
IN, no, can't say that I di
though fully expected to. You sc
in the morning Anne came over to be
row my candlesticks and shades. Ju
before she asked for them she told I
that I must be sure to come, a. q
expected Mr.. Dickens Thacker
Jones, the novelist, aud the heroine
his last book might have been drs,