Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-09-07
she broke Oft sIlddonly y sometimes

she broke OF suddenly. y sometimes
wish David wouldn't take so much in
terest in making my work easy"
But. David's interest kept right up
He urged the use Of the code with I'm.
firing zeal, and one day when pretty
black eyed Nora actually came and
filed the water glasses in answer tc
three short rings" he glowed with I'M
speakable pride and declared that they
must really give dinner.
eight is the proper number for oul
table" he told his wife. And then he
began to plan the menu.
Mrs. Blakey was cheerful, gay lit
tie body at the time of her marriage,
md the sparkle isn't entirely gone.
She looked very pretty on the night OF
the dinner. The table was perfect; the
cut glass blazed with rainbow hues,
the silver dazzled and the floral cen.
terpiece was credit to Mr.. Blakey's
taste. The feast was to be rather more
pretentious than anything Mr.. Blakey
had heretofore planned, but he had nc
fears about the service. He relied OIL
the CODE Mrs. Blakey, on her part
was determined to please David by ap'
pearing quite unconscious whenever
she signalcd Nora. The consequence
was that her smiles and attention to
the man on her left during the SOUP
course half turned his head.
GLOW delightfully."- clever; do tell me
anotherv' Mrs. Blakcy was saying tc
him, brightly, as her small foot pressed
the button and telegraphed Nora tc
"clear table for next course"
Nora appcareda dream Of delight II
a black dress, an exquisite apron and
a brand new butterfly cap that Mr.
Blakey himself had selected and
brought home for the occasion. She
waited for the cue. She never so much
as glanced at Mrs. Blakey. who in her
turn kept her eyes detel>minedly away
from the maid as she chatted on witt
the man at her left. Nora fitted abont
deity removing soup plates.
Suddenly Mrs. Blalley felt herself
pierced Ivy her husbands gaze. Great
heavens. What was the girl doing
Finger bowls after the soup! Had she
given her the wrong signal? The
guests were looking puzzled ant
watching their hostess. Mrs. Blakey
rose to the occasion and desperately
dipped her fingers, while she pcrcrlp
torily gave the signal for next course
Away went the finger bowls and Nora
with a wild look in her pretty eyes
began to bring in black coffee.
"IIorrihlec calculated Mrs. Blake!
to the man on her left. who had JUS
finished quoting her little quatrain o
his own Then she apOl0gized VIII
one eve on him and another on Nora
who was floating past her. all uncon
scious of appealing glanccs and furtiv'
clutches at her sleeve. The code G
signals was eddying like whirlpool
in Mrs. Blukcy's mind. The coffee wa
finished and something must be done
She gave one long, continuous ring
and watched Oreathlessly to see villa
would turn up. \ cold pcrspiratiol
started upon her forehead Anothe
round of finger bowls. And while the.
were using them, Nora, with a fac
like a lobster, passed the bread.
1t was Il long ulHlel-luc III Scst ttA
most intligostibIe that either he or Mrs
Blakey had ever eaten-but it came t
an end at last The guests had dc
parted, and Mr. Blaley stood with hi
hands in his pockets looking reproacl
fully at his wife as she sobbed it gu
on a sofa pillow.
Suddenly she sat up and gave
shrek of laughter. Then another an
another.
"Eleanor! Eleanor!' cried Mr.. Bla
KEY, in alarm. "What's the matter? |
! it-hysterics:"
"Hysterics-no." she echoed, wit
another burst of laughter. "1ts--it
! masculine brains and business metl
! ods"'
And that was one time when Nj
} Blakey spelled out new page in hi
primer Of life.-Chicago Record.