The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-08-17

is awfully confdential-Dr. Jim's wedding
f. TO be next month instead OF October. as
Ems been giving out. | can't tell you how
| got the information. but it's SO, and
they're trying TO keep 1t a dead secret.
It's going to be a quiet home wedding in
stead Of a church affair. as they've talked
about"
There was a chorus OF exclamations
That MEANS said the fluffy blonde.
that Jim's going to have his way about
II. II was Ems idea 10 nave a church
wedding; she likes that sort Of spectacular
thing. wouldn't have supposed she'd
give up her own way so meekly."
'Oh, you don't know En-; she has 1t
in her to make a regular door-mat OF her
self. She's a little snob. too. That sounds
gossipy and ill-natured. girls, but l must
tell you a thing that happened and you'll
agree with me-" said the girl with black
eyes. "She and l were walking down Me-
ridan street and her mothers coachman
was coming up. Oh, there's Johnson she
said. 4 don't like to be seen speaking 10
servants on the street. and she was so
busy talking TO me when we met that she
pretended not TO see him and didn't speak
TO him-that respectable colored man who's
been with them for years. Did you ever
know anything to equal that?'
but do you always recognize people of
that kind" inquired the blonde, hesitat-
ingly.
do I-that kind? Why, don't YOU?
Why, / wouldn't miss il for the world. L
didn't know anybody except such a silly
as En- could ever think of passing any
one they knew without a civil recognition.
Maybe I'm plebeian-we haven't any serv-
ants at our house-Tm cook myself most
of the time-but, however high and mighty
l was. I'd hate TO think my social
standing or my dignity was risked in
any way by being polite to the people L
know, no matter what the color of their
skin or their occupation. Why, Fluffy
The girl on whose porch they were gath
cred hastily broke In.
Girls look at Wayne. She's hardly said
a word since she came, and / don't be-
lieve she's heard half that's been said.
Just sits there with her eyes fixed on space.
Mayme, just because you're going TO be
married in two months don't be blind and
deaf to all the world but Charley
Mayme, reused by the chorus OF gay
laughter, returned to earth.
Charles. If you please, not Charley"
she remarked with dignity.
There was another outburst of laughter.
Now hat we have her here at our
mercy. let's give her some friendly advice.
1t may be our last opportunity" exclaimed
the girl in the willow chair. my contri-
| button is this: Don't be eternally quoting
my husband as soon as you've got him.
1t won't make us sorry we haven't hus-
bands too. but 1t will make US tired. We've
Il all kn0wp n rler-axnrrca ~ ChorIac
ever since we were babies, and though we
know he's a nice fellow We can't stand
having him thrown at us constantly.
mention this as a warning. Young married
women are so given to echoing what their
husbands say"
when you must speak of him. Mayme."
said the little girl with the pompadour,
whatever you do. don't fall into the way
of abiding to the gentleman as him or
he Everyone knows that when a woman
remarks that he says or does so and so
she means her husband, but she oughtn't
to make him a perpetual personal pronoun
that way"
Call him anything you please, Mayme,
in private" put in the girl in blue, but
IL you have any regard for your friends
don't, / beg of you. dear or darling the
creature in public. Half the married wom-
en- l J know have such a habit of addressing
their husbands as dear that the word has
lost all meaning to them and they are just
as likely to use 1t when they are cross and
administering a roast as when they wish
to be affectionate. And while they are
at the affectionate stage the 'dears' are
embarrassing TO the helpless bystanders.
Truly. IL makes me I'll to hear q woman
everlastingly 'dearing' her husband. Girls
L see by the look in Mayme's face
that she has been looking forward to the
time when she can claim Carbohydrates
AS dear I'm the presence of the world. .
II don't know what you nave against
Charles" protested Mayme plaintively
II likes you all, though Of course In
the only one he ever really cared for"
The fluffy blonde and the black-eyed CIR
exchanged meaning looks over her head
speaking of The Crisis said the girI
In the willow chair-whereupon they all
laughed again the light-hearted laugh OF
youth, and said the time was up and they
must go home at once. Before they went
half an hour later. they assured each
other for the twentieth time this summer
that they enjoyed their reading club i'm.
mensely.