St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1900-12-15

go up the last time you took me out
and didn't you worry me until near.
ly had fit before we started? Now,
don't try and crawl under a lot oi
glittering generalities, Herbert; just
own up for once"
I'm my opinion" said Potwin, ''it is
| better to be 90 minutes too early OF
! an hour too early, for that matter.
than half minute too ,ate. That is
the maxim by which you ought to
govern yourself. my dear. OF course
you may have your views on the sub
ject, but it is always excessively an
moving to me to miss the first act OF
play and have to guess at the con.
nection of everything that follows. Al
most always the last two acts hinge
to a great extent on the first one.
should think you would have noticed
that yourself"
Il have, now you mention it. By
the way, dinner has been waiting fol
you for over half an hour, and wheL
you are ready we will sit down to it,
"That is rather new idea. isn't 1t 2"
asked Potwin, after the soup.
Meaning"
"Dinner in n kimona. or whatever
you call it. I'm not criticising, yoI
understand, I'm only seeking for in
formation. 1t may be the latest, fol
all l know; l don't pretend to be or
to all these little frills.'
"It is the latest"
81 can't say that like it. l may
get used to it after awhile, but it will
take time. By the way. thought l
had given you time to dress"
Il always take it, anyway. You
seem to worry great deal unneces'
sarily. l think l shall be ready by
the time you are. Do you want to bet
me a hat that I'm not?"
II like your breezy confidence, said
Potwin, g.ancing at her. suspiciously.
"Are my things put out?'
"Everything is spread on your bed
and the studs are in your shirt.
I'll take the bet" said Potwin. Il
would have taken it, anyway, even ii
had been compelled to send my coat to
be cleaned and pressed, but you know
that hate to bother with the details
after hard days work. I'm glad that
YOU were considerate enough of my
comfort to do it, my dear"
II shall beat you" exclaimed Mrs.
Potwin. with CLEAN Of anticipated
triumph in her eye.
I'VE shall see. In little while you
will be coming out Of your room with
YOUR mouth full of hairpins and beg
ging me not to walk the floor. Do you
know what time this play begins?"
AT the usual time, l suppose; but !
will excuse you now if you want to 60
and dress. i want to finish my dessert"
Take your time" said Potwin, conf
IDENTIFY. I'm going to smoke cigar.
know to dot how long it takes me to
dress"
He smoked his cigar leisurely for sew
eral minutes after his wife had left the
table. Presently he called to her that
he expected her to dress fairly and to
make as elaborate a toilet as usual.
What is that 2" she asked, reappear-
ing in her kimona.
Great Scot.: exclaimed Aotw.-.
Aren't you dressing? Don't YOU know
that we've only got half an hour to
train timer
'.Thirty-eight minutes" she correct
ed. 1T doesn't seem to be worrying
YOU, though. expect I shall have to
wait for you after all. Do throw away
that cigar and get ready, if you intend
to 60 at all"
Potwin got up and went into his
room. Mrs. Potwin went into hers;
she remained there about three min
utes, and when she came out again she
was in full evening dress, her hat on.
her cloak on her arm and her gloves in
her hand. She went over to a shadowy
corner of the room and put her gloves
or, listening the while, with a mali
cious smile, to the ordinations that
proceeded from her husbands room.
where's that confcunded button
hook?" he roared.
She told him and he indulged in few
general observations on women who
couldn't let things alone. Then he
wanted to know why the dickens she
couldn't find a laundry that would
make q shirt last three washings and
who had swallowed his shaving soap.
You're not going to shave. surely"
said Mrs. Potwin. II know you won't
have time and you are wasting SO much
time grumbling that we won't catch
that train. anyhow"
"You hurry along with your own
dressing" he retorted, land leave me
to attend to mine" There was silence
for few minutes, then an ejaculation.
THE court plaster is in the little
side drawer" called Mrs. Potwin.
Cant you come and cut it for me?"
II would only I've got my gloves o l."
you've got" Potwin burst out of
his room. with a handkerchief applied
to his cheek and ives confronted by
his wife dressed completely. with her
cloak on and her neat umbrella in her
hand. He gasped and then hurried
back and slammed his door. He was
ten minutes longer in the room and
then he left with his necktie in his over
coat pocket and his collar unbuttoned
to run for the train.
I'm going to town tomorrow to
pick out that hat" said Mrs. Potwin,
as soon as she dared. Potwin looked
at her out of the tail of his eye.
"You had that wrapper on over your
dress, you inscriptions female" he
said.
Don't you wish you knew" she said.
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