The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1901-11-08

'hHirdiateiy bounced upon a pair al
white sncdes, not so bad after al. and
vigorously set herself to work with
the bread-crumbs. with such good re.
suits that fairly prcscntabe pail
OF slippers was produced.
"lou extravagant pirI." she
laughed. If You had been used as
have, to making one pair do till il
Is done, yon would use up plenty OF
stale bread. Your dress lis 81 long
they'll never show. besides. who
would suspect Miss Harloe, who has
a new pair for every party. II she
likes, to he wearing old ones. They'll
Fever think Of looking"
"Oh' you dear little Tav.'-
laughed Beatrice, "you are such n
comfort. We must hurry. it would
not do to be late when have 10 in
troduce all your partners"
Hay seeds have their little mission
In the world after all, eb, Honey Bee ~
quoth Sue.
II never would have cotton IF TO
this cotillion if il hadn't been for
you, that's certain" she answered. as
the two went gayly down stairs, leav-
ing the patent feathers, the igncmin-
Gus cause of all the trouble, lying
| forgotten on the floor.
Scratch, scratch. went the pen, and
sheet after sheet Of manuscript fut-
tered TO the floor. The medical stu
dents who were to be RECALLED IN the
morrow with DIR. John Meredith's adj
| dress on anatomy were not 10 be
envied, if length we're not Offset by
brilIiancy.
Finally the toes are reached. Sure
~ he must be nearing the end. II not
the end, the mention of his ex'remi-
ties started n train Of thought utter
ly foreign to the subject in hand,
however. With a sigh. he dropped his
pen and turned in his chair. Drawing
the arm of skeleton hanging near
him affectionatcly over his BOULDER,
with the thumbbone he rnougitfully
prodded the tobacco in his pipe.
Well. Bonita. old girl. | suppose it's
about time | stopped
The person addressed was accus-
ing expected to be communicative,
preserved a discreet silence. She was
always introduced TO his friends as
Miss Bonita. the beautiful Indian
maiden and her sole duty in life
was to hang suspended there In mid
air, in convenient range, where ut any
time her thumb could be called into
use Meredith declared that his pipe
never smoked as well as when l,onita
packed it for him.
Touching his repeater. the faithful
little chime rang -nine-and-twen-
ty. Great Scott" he exclaimed,
springing to his feet. why didn't
you give me hint il was so late?
What use are you, anyway. hanging
there. twiriing your toes, when
should be twirl'ng mine."
just then there came n knock at the
door. and without waiting for an an
swer. his friend Graham entered with
rush. Hello. not ready yet, What
have you been about. you old fogy?
you'll get no dances if you don't hur-
ry''
Don't want any. Haven't danced
for four years. as ! told yon," an
swered John, i'm the drawing. in
different tone he always assumed
when social matters were discussed.
swell, you promised me you'd go
to this. How do you expect 10 be
a success in your profession II you
drop so completely out Of social life ?
Don't you know that two or three
conquests tonight mean as many
calls in the course Of the week.
Great Heavens, You don't mean
it?" (sarcastically).
"Yes. and III wager You haven't
even thought of the dancing shoes
you promised me so faithfully TO
buy
There you are wrong. dear boy. rs
usual. Thought Of them just in the
nick Of time. Open the box there and
lend me a hand. will your" giving
shake). lie disappeared in
to the oth.f end of the long room.
which was divided by portiers. and |
was dignified by the title of sleeping
apartment. IL this, his home. up Ave |
fights OF stairs-the climbing of
which was all the exercise he needed.
he declared.
An astonissed silence followed the |
cracking of the paper. then burst
Of hearty laughter.
what in thunder have you been
about. old saw-bones? Some ones
been playing a trick on you"
As Charlie finished speaking. Mere
nth appeared at the portiers. and to
his astonished gaze was held up a
pair Of white SUICIDES. dainty. high
heelcd. fit for a fairy. CONSERVATION
lire overwhelmed them both. then
recollection came to Meredith. swift
md sure. A pair Of brown eyes clances
Indignantly into his, then n sweet
Toice is saying: They must be
white. Sue: either satin or sucdcs!"
)f course. the stupid clerk had mixed
hem up.
But. great Heavens. where arc his?
To s1ara not fruct hin, self % <hscl |