The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1901-11-12

sexes at feeding time?"
'Nominally. But after the soup they
draw the curtain that divides the la
dies restaurant from the gentlemen's
grill, and
''Fusion is the word. 1 should like
of all things to see it. Why did you
never ask me before?"
Because I never joined until I
went in for swimming" retOrted Lady
Connie.
"And now you're one of the cracks,
aren't you?"
GIVE won some races and gained a
bracelet for the high dive"
Does she'll call the lie Quesne
the Ogress, because she has such an
endearing little way of crunching
eligible young men up, body and bones
does she natate?"
Swim? Like a bladder of lard!"
said Connie, disgustedly. ''WallOping
is the word for it. See herel" She
pulled out her fair cheeks and waved
ner arms and gave, on the whole, a
not too exaggerated imitation of the
aquatic frolics of the lady in question,
and Molly shrielled with laughter.
women are never humorous unless
they're jealous" she said wiping her
| trimming eyes when the performance
was over.
Jealous? Do you suppose"
Connie was beginning, when the other
cut her short.
Jealous? OF course you are! And,
if you want to cut out your hated
rival~dO it in the water. Don't you
have aquatic shOw-off days, when the
male club members race in the big
swimming bath, and the women sit in
the balconies and bet on the favOrite,
and vice versa, when the women
| splash and the men look On?" MOlly's
| eyes twinllled as she stopped to whis-
per in Comics ear. "Pull her I'M
Ger-duclI her-make her appear an
idiot when Freddy Lorriker is look
ing on, and she may hold up her finger
until she perishes, after that, without
getting him back. Trust me! know
men!" said Molly.
cob, you dear, darling, clever
thing!" screamed Connie, falling on
her friends neck in raptures. And
they went together to the Dips club,
and lunched at the very next table
to Mrs. lie Quesne, and she was very
kind and cOndescending to Lady Con-
nie-so much that Lady Connie would
have given worlds to be able to hurl
outlet at her rivals head and chal-
lenge her to a duel with pickle forks.
Then, just before the second course,
the curtains dividing the gentlemen's
| grill from the ladies' restaurant few
apart-and Freddy Lorriker arose and
drifted with the tide in the direction
of his enchantress' table.
There's your little girl, Tippy!"
said the enchantress, who had nick
names for all her victims, as she
haughtily motiOned the captain to an
opposing chair. Looks washy and
lovelorn, doesn't she? o, you cruel
mani" She shook her finger playfully.
Hang it, Nita!" protested the slave,
turning as scarlet as his mustache-
poor Connie called it auburn
you're too bad! She-she heard
what you said, I'm sure she did"
"And then?" The enchantress
arched her artfully darkened eye
brows
80! and then-you know jolly well, -
growled the miserable Freddy, whose
power of repartee was as limited as
his power of resistance, 'shell be
hurt. You women are so jolly fond
of hurtin' one another!"
But the eyes that met his next min
ute were untroubled-the face of Lady
Connie perfectly serene. "How do you
do?" she nodded to the captain. "Are
you quite well again, and shall we
see you at the bi-monthly Frog
Match?"
Frog Match" was the newly invent
ed term for club swimming contest.
80, yes!" returned Freddy brilliant
ly. THAT isl hope so! Though I've
no cause to be very fond of water
after South Africa
''But there are no dead horses in
our swimming BATH" said Lady Con-
ME, "and the high dive is the best
anywhere. Twenty feet deep that end,
you know. Do try it one day, Mrs. LIE
Quesnei It's perfectly heavenly!
You run right out to the end of the
board, poise yourself, shut your eyes,
and down you go, like a
"Stone!" suggested Freddy Lori
ker.
'Like an arrow" corrected Lady
Connie. Then she gave little nod to
the enchantress and another to Fred
dy and tripped away, leaving two
images before the mental vision of
the warrior, one being a fair, slender
form clad in clinging garments of
pale blue and white, with a jaunty
cap on it's golden hair, poised for a
swallow-lil1e fight; the other that OF
a brunette of rather efflOrescent per-
sonality and pronounced embonpoint,
balancing awBwardly on the end OF
an elastic plank. He writhed little
at this, and excused himself by say
ing that he had twinge of his AT
rican cramp.
Little catl" thought Mrs. lie