The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-06-02

I composedly. and to cast a bombshell into
the table conversation by remarking that
he was greatly indebted to them for their
delightful concert outside his door: and in
fact had found 1t SO diverting that was
prevented from making as quick a toilet as
he would have liked. SO that he really felt
| that they and not he should apologize 10
Mrs. Blees for having kept dinner waiting.
This turned the tables with a vengeance.
and after a general laugh. the girls decided
that Mr.. futile would do. Indeed. he was
quite the life OF that party and contributed
| to the general ~festivity in largest degrees
Breakfast is a movable feast in the Blees
house. In fact there Is no set breakfast.
everybody taking 4 French repast in his
room. though cold meats. eggs. etc. can he
procured downstairs II liked.
One evening at dinner. shortly after his
arrival. Mr.. Tuttle remarked to his next
neighbour, an attractive brunette from
Macon. who was one OF the popular girls in
the party:
II wish you'd get up and rave breakfast
with me tomorrow morning. I've eaten
alone every single morning since I came.
Do be a good fellow and take pity on my
me-"
The girl good-naturedly promised that she
would on the following morning. and they
set the time for . o'clock. the meal to be
followed by a sleigh ride. But when the
appointed hour arrived next morning. Mics
Brunette. who had danced her slippers thin
the night before. was. alas! still In the land
of dreams; and her big brown eyes never
saw the light OF day until high noon. Then
half-wAking. she threw on q dressing
gown and went to window just to see how
far along the day had progressed. and what
was the state Of things in weather. The
sound Of some sharp object hitting the size
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the curtains q BIT farther and peeped out.
Out m tho roadway. stood Mr.. Tuttle. He
was the busiest man one can imagine. gath
ering up snow and little pebbles and mud
and everything within reach: making 1t In
to balls. the snow on tho outside: and then
firing these missiles rapidly against-not
Miss Brunette's window. as he fondly mag
ined. but against that window twenty feet
removed from hers. which looked into the
library; and consequently alarmed nobody.
He kept this up until the window pane was
absolutely covered with large. round enowy
balls. Then the brunette dressed and went
downstairs, acquainting him with the fact
that he had the wrong window.
As revenge for this failure. that night
while Brunette and her roommate were
dressing for dinner. MIR. futile procured .
clothes line and proceeded to tie their door.
which led into the hall. and which was the
only means Of egress. At least this was
MS Dl6ns out uuIoE luIiotcAy " It's BuC-
cess, he got the wrong door. and instead OF
annoying the girls. a. he exultantly hoped.
he only succeeded In tying poor Mrs. Blees
in the linen closet. which was next to Bru-
nette's room The girls let him work and
worry and use up all the clothes line. which
he had. and then marched down to Inner,
cEortling with mischevious mirth. Up
stairs Mrs. Blees. who did not understand
the Joke at all. was clamoring to be let
cut and wearing all the skin on her
pounding on the door. And Ct
course the unlucky Joker had to go up and
Unite with profuse and greatly embarrassed
apologies.
Miss Frances Young. who has been Mrs.
William Belknap Allen since Decoration
Day, had an eye to the fitness of things
the coincidence was q remarkable one
tina her intimate girl friends should all
have been SO divlnely tall and SO we'll
proportioned. A more harmonious set Of
maids 1 have not seen in many moons
ard apropos the night. wasn't 1t perfect?
Maud Curtiss Of Peoria, who led the
procession. Is a stunning girl. with superb
figure and splendid carriage. She was one
Of the bridesmaids of Mrs. Ellsworth Smith J
Grace Plat. you r~emember). and made q |
lasting impression at that time on the mind
Of every one who saw her. Carrie Toward, ]
az ~ iC6ohs ouAik III Aolo8 ueI ucaO L
well. came next. followed by the maid OF |
honor. who was Katherine Van Norstrand. |
more JunoesQue than ever in her rose-pink |
robes. All the maids gowns were simple, |
effective, of embroidered batiste, with |
long pink sashes Of louisene. They carried I
arm bouquets Of pink sweet peas and wore !
gloves. |
The bride. whose splendid proportions |
never appeared to better advantage than |
in her glovelike gown Of clinging 1
ored crepe. wore a corsaee ornament of |
pearls. and one immense turquoise set in |
the new French style. and coiled about with l
q serpent OF dull gold. the Bairut pearls |
intermingled with the coils In some mystic
rious way. 1t was a gorgeous bauble and
rather unusual for a gage d'amour.
Isabel January to Alex Primm, in the
Of conversation between acts 1t the
why do you say. winter for winter
Primm? I did not know that your
ancestry was German"
MI. Primm. with expansive smile:
Not German. Swedish. I mean the Joke |
Is. We went up North on q hunting trip.
fellows and myself. last January. We
hired a Swede guide. Good guide, but the
most ~tacIturn chap that you ever saw.
open his mouth an day. Toward
night. when everybody was tired out and
with snow, mud and dirt, one Of
the fellows called ont:
Well, what I'd K to see just now,
more than anything else in the world.
would be a porcelain-lined bath tub
"Tn the winter inner exclaimed our
5wede. turning slowly and looking at the
with the greatest establishment.
And. mind you. II was the only thing be
had said all day long," L
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