Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-08-25


though his prey remains as fresh as
morning, sinks into a chair next to Eve
lyn, and proceeds to prove that though
his legs have failed him his tongue is
still in great working order.
You look done up" says he, by way
or an agreeable opening to an exhaustive
conversation. Now. nobody likes to look
done up. Evelyn, who had just returned
from a long walk through the beautiful
gardens with Mr.. Crawford, grows dis
timely offended.
Il don't feel it" says she, in little
distant fashion.
Shows how dece.tful your counter
ance is" says AIR. Blount severely. to-
tally unsurpassed.
What's the matter with my face? Do
you see anything the matter with it?' de-
mandS she turning 10 Crawford. who has
been asked TO stay to dinner by thu.
duchess. and Is now awaiting with ankle
" the arrival of mis- clothes.
NO, says he gravely, yet with such
evident meaning that Il little flush creeps
into her face. The most eXtravaganr
compliment he could have paid her would
nave been hardly SO eloquent AS this one
word
The duchess. who has been revolving
from guest to guest, now approaching
their corner, comes to Il standStill about
yard or so from them.
What about these pageants for
Thursday pight:' says she. addressing
an elderly mana Weak-minded earl who
had been induced to wander from more
mlrthful scenes into this remote little
village. and that. too, in the height of
the season. oh no. don't stir. Well
If YOU will" seating herself The fact
Is I'm uneasy about these tableaux; we
have asked everybody to see them, and.
so far, there is nothing to see
But why tableaux?" asks Lord Sar-
dou, quite pertinently for him.
lou see my time here is so short,
explains her grace.
oh, don't say that" says Mr.. Blount,
breaking into the conversation with II
for IT., don't say heaven is your next
abode"
The duchess laughs. She is always
glad to laugh.
No such luck" says she. shaking her
black head. Yorkshire will see me next
week, not heaven. The dowager wants
to see her grandson. and such a claim is
not to be denied. Well" as the young
duke rushes towards her and scrambles
on to her knee big boy Of seven as he is.
shell have goodly sight"
The maternal instinct and the mater
nal pride are as strong in duchess as in
peasant. The duchess winds an arm
about her principal possession and he in
return grabs her round the neck as
roughly as might the peasants son. and
imprints a resounding kiss upon her
cheek.
1T did one good to see it,, says Mrs.
Naudrey afterwards, who too had been
hidden TO dinner by her old friend-to
the everlasting chagrin of Lady Stamer,
who had gone home half an hour ago
In the meantime says the duchess.
II have pledged myself to the people of
Fenton to give them some sort of amuse-
ment ON the night of Thursday next
1t rests with all present to make my
word good
''Yon! terrify u.s. says pretty woman.
the wife of a celebrated author who had
come down from town with her hostess.
Tut says Mr.. Blount, who knows
the pretty woman-who, indeed, knows
everybody worth knowing. WHO
afraids Eaton" to his cousin who is
oh, yes. Capt. Stamer," says the
pretty woman, leaning forward as if
sure of favorable reception, as all pref
ty women are. Give us a word. inst
one word-the word in season."
There is no time for a regular play.
you see and yet feel we ought to give
some little spectacle" says the duchess,
who always speaks Of herself as we"
II sounds as Though she is aping royalty.
put ~ realty 1t means only a sort Of
humilty on her part-a desire to include
INC, little duke in all her plans. And.
edpIeauA, II wen managed, are pretty,
and 4 good beginning to the dance =
But tableaux!-they have been So
USED up. There is scarcely one that is
not as old as the hills" SAYS the pretty
woman, whose husband has been sniff
GENTLY successful to enable her to be con-
trajectory at times even to a duchess.
us true, says the duchess meekly,
and with evident regret.
She is still hugging her little son in her
that
Soiatlon at hand she does not take 10
heart so entirely as she should have done
the dearth of material for Thursday even
ing promised display. Still, she feels it.
:. something must be DONE" SAYS she.
even though we have to fall back upon
the Black Brunswicker once more"
ms is awful! a deadly silence encom-
passes the listeners. silence that
threatens to be eternal; it might indeed
nave been so, but for one thing. Bar
thTqIIomew, Biount is present,
Have they forgotten him? If so. he
soon refreshes their memories.
nave an idea" says he rising sud
DENY from his seat. and turning an il
Illuminated countenance upon the duchess
Great heaven! says Capt. Stamer,
falling back heavily into the seat Batty
had just vacated. He, Eaton. has becu
and this seems such an excellent oppor-
tunity Of getting out of his difficu!ty that
he promptly adopts it.
'Oh, l like that says Mr.. Bloult. very
justly aggrieved, not so much because of
the impounding of his chair as of the
dispersion on his intellect. There have
you been thinking until your brain is
ready to burst without the smallest eff
feet, and when | have really developed
something. YOU have the presumption to
sheer at me-
Give us the development, Batty." SAYS
Evelyn, lively curiosity in voice and feat
ure.
DO. please. Mr. Blount." says the
duchess. ANY little suggestion"
It's big one" interrupts Mr.. Blount
doggedly. Few people have the courage
TO interrupt n duchess. OF these few is
Mr. Blount, who is plainly no respecter
Of persons Il make you a present Of it.
As YOU have Just limited we have all seen
the Black Brunswicker,' and the 'Hugue-
not once or twice. Here is a more mod
ern programme. Let us encourage the
Nineteenth-century mania. Let us en-
courage advertising. Let us follow in the
footsteps Of great men. As a beginning
let us take the masterpieces of Pears and
Cope and Jacobs. Let us do them a good
turn. Let us help to sell their soap and