Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-09-22

only 20. but be sure to enjoy themselves
tremendously.
colonel; why he's giving it foi you. 1t
would be Hamlet with Ophelia left
out.
He spoke kindly. unsclfshly as usual
without any arrierc pensee. He would
0A as incapable of making match" as
they term it. as he was of managing sue
CcSSfully his own affairs.
The spot agreed upon was a little ro-
mantle hollow. called The Oak Bowl,
by the country people round, because of
its beng surrounded on three sides by
these sovereigus OF the forest. IL .'cS IN
the center of a huge wood. with hills ris-
ing skyward on its left all clothed with
towering oaks; on its right, delicate
slope oYergrown with brackeu and ferns
of all kinds; slope that a little further
ON grows into a rather dangerous bit Of
plecipice. on which the rarest ferns, the
most desirable MOSES. are growing in
luXuriance. as if happy in the thought
that the reckless plucker of all things as
he goes by. will at least have a difficult
task before him ere he can drag them
from their native soil. The proposed
spot for the picnic might indeed be
( termed Il plateau with Il verdured wall
at its back and a sheer incline at its
feet; very home of greenery, deiicately
mingled with the eternal blue above. A
lovely spot. designed for lovers and
their lassies, and for nothing more pro-
! sale.
Mrs Vaudery. however. is the first to
pat i'll an appearance on this sacred
plain. Mrs. Naudery. to do her justice,
is never late. BE il to greet friend or
foe, to spend "A pleasant day, or sustain
the fatgues of battle, She is always up
To time. Surely as excellent a thing in
woman and as rare rs that low sweet
voice of which we are 50 deadly tired of
not hearing.
She has several of her Young brood
round her. Mr.. Crawford having made it
a special point that they should be pres
ent. after a surreptitiOus meeting with
two of them, who had waylaid him on
his walk home one evening. and with the
ScandalouS OutspokennesS of children
had begged from him an invitation.
4 Perhaps. however. the little Naudreys
would not have gone SO far had they not
| been sure beforehand of their man. and
the certainty that their wish would be
| granted
Dear me. You are late, you're very
late" cries Mrs NandreY, IN the precise
tone the hostess might have used. had
/ there been one, As ut last Mr.. Crawford
and large party emerge from the wind
! ing pathway and advance towards her.
The vicar not come says Mr.. Craw-
! ford, when he has greeted her. There is
/ distinct disappointment i'll his tone.
mo. No, indeed. Just like Reginald,
you know. Old Mary Morning had Il
slight cramp and sent 10 him to say she
was dying and should get Holy Commun,
! ion: so of course he went. She has had
this cramp regularly every week since
| last Christmas, yet Reginald always be
lieves she is going TO die each time. How
dye do. my dear girl?' 10 Evelyn. How
dye do. Marian? Such blessing hav-
| ing Il fine day. isn't it, She says this
as though fine days have been denied
| them of late. whereas there hasn't been
drop of ram for fortnight.
Isn't it?" says Mr.. Blount with enthu-
siasm. We've had so few of en-. |
| anticipated nothing but downpour my
| self, yesterday was SO unprOmsng.
Yesterday was the finest day we have
had this year" says Evelyn Indignantly,
who is always angry when any one
makes fun of Mrs. Naudrey, perhaps
more for Mr.. Naudrey's sake than for
! her own.
| Dye say SOL" exclaims Mr.. Blount,
with an air of the most exaggerated as
| constituent, whereon Evelyn seeing there
is nothing to be got out of him, very
prudently turns her back on him, to find
herself face to face with Mrs. Wylding-
Weekes.
If this volatile person could be sup
posed capable of entertaining a lasting
feeling for anyone, be it love or hate. it
is certainly for Evelyn; and it isn't hate.
"Oh. there you are. says she, slipping
her arm confidcntially through Evclyn's
and leading her Il little away from the
others. I've been dying to know who
has been asked to this affair. You
know with emphasis and a sly push.
You're in this swim. ! guess you're the
boss of this show 1t is Mrs. Wylding-
Weekes latest irreguarity that she will
| think it funny to talk American.
Il don't know much more than you
Il ln,lX hat
perhaps | know Mr.. Crawford better,
and"
"That1 do, you needn't give yourself
away too much" says Mrs. Wylding-
Weekes We'll, 80 on; who's comingY'
Lady Stamer. the Osmonds, the Cow
entries, Marian Nandelcur-'
oh. get out" says Mrs. Wylding
Weekes. DO you suppose | want to
know what women are comingy That
lot may always go overheard for me.
Give us the men,
The men from UXton. them" Cmean-
| ing the officers from the barracks therel.
No, You don't mean it, says Mrs.
Wylding- WcckeS, Frightening mp Instant
ly and giving a little pull to her hat
That's something. anyway. Go on.
You're better than book"
The men from Da>hley barracks on
the other side of Fenton-by-S Sea-.
Good heavens, why didn't | put on my
other frock. says Mrs. Wylding Weckcs
in, open despair Really, Evelyn, con
sidering you knew. | think YOU might
have given me Il friendly hint"
But | thought You knew" says Eve
lyn. And besides | don't know The
other frock, bur YOU look as pretty as
anything i'll this one
DO |, ScriousyT Well. of course we
all know one compliment from a woman
IS worth twenty from a man. So here
goes III enjoy myself whilst | may. Blu.
| do assure you Evelyn. my new gown *
a perfect angel Of thing ! was keep
ing 1t for some biz affair. but after all
this promises 10 be the biggest thing of
the season, and that's why But
never mind my frork. 20 on with tho roll
call; any more mem"
The people round; Ratty Blaut. Sir
Bcrtram and Eaton StaIner
oh bother him nterrupting rather
brnSqucy. and with the secret intention
CONTINUED Next Week.
Three Were Hidden.
An immigrant family named Libcr,
which arrived on the steamship Kcn>ing-