The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1901-10-19

father-in-law who seeks to separate her
through the divorce courts from his son.
Now there may be some good reason
Why Mrs. Patterson chooses us as her
contidante,-if 60. do not know it
but she's God-send to US on DAYS the
papers aren't busy. She is blonde and
plump. affects black, an outward ard
visible Sign Of gnswing grief, perhaps
wears big, fluffy boas and big hats and
large spotted wells. She sings and is
the moet interviewed woman in town.
She wishes to make the cruel tobacco
gentleman draw his check for suffi-
Gent amount to salve her lacerated af-
fections. Her grievance is that the
above mentioned father. law alienated
her husbands afections.-they went up
in smoke, l suppose! Ill could illus.
trste that joke you might laugh next
week. or the week after that. That wit
ticism isn't broad-in fact, it is what
you might call subtle.
II you and Jack ever fall out over the
lean and the fat. don't eat your heart
out, or eat the fat, il you do not like it;
just come straight to our generous,
notherly arms. We will give you a
corner room front in the best apartment
house, which shall be yours just as long
as you can afford to pay for it. We will
condole with you privately and air pub
licly every incident of your career. past.
present and yet to come. We will ex-
anime your rings for the ball mark and
the helts Of your gowns for your tailor's
name. then We will interview him as TO
the amount Of stufing requisite to your
figure all this for the generous. unset
fish purpose Of announcing to the break.
fast tables of the great metropolitan
dailies that you are altogether quite as
big fool as you look. By all means
avoid the damaging notoriety Of Sioux
Falls! Come to Omaha!
have recently read Ella W. Peatties
"Belesguered Forest" 1t seems to me
some critics have been disposed to yield
her rather reluctant praise. Praise
somewhat apologized for, forced on &C.
count of the 'idyllic setting Of the
story" / may be no judge. but, such
a. am, she dominated and owned me
away in the wee sms' hours of one still
night. heard her pines rustle.at their
prayers for mercy. l breathed the
strong, swee. wind Of the lonely north.
had some better thoughts, few higher
aspirations and great added admira-
ton for Mrs. Peettie when l closed the
book and sought my pillow that night
1t hinted at least Of great possibilities
il her best is not there. you are con-
vinced when che gives her best, it will
be very, very good. Must our eyes be
holden because we have eaten luncheon
with her many time and oft at Bal
duff's? That may not sound applicable,
bit If you had heard a woman criticise
the book as l did one day, you would be
obliged to draw the inference that it was
ridiculous to suppose Mrs. Peattie could
write an intelligent book because she,
the woman, had frequently dined with
her in the days Of yore at the cafe.
Much Of that womsn's society would be
paralyzing. am free to admit.
The midnight oil is about exhausted.
1t the gods are not mad with you, you
may be able to decipher this-perhaFs
itwould be better for my reputation if
you could not! In case it proves too much.
feed the flames of the kitchen range and
l will forgive you. As always,
PENELOPE