The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1902-04-04

Aoailnb lhA1s 4 mad stopped az nome
With my hostess while the others had
gone out pheasant shooting.
Mrs. Carruthers suddenly looked up .
from her embroidery and spoke
However. was not deceived by the
apparent unpremeditation Of her ques-
ton. because had felt for some mo-
ments that she was on the point Of |
saying something.
Phil, what do you think Of Clare
Delayne?" and she resumed her work |
in the most unconcerned manner
| hesitated a moment Clearly, /
must be very careful, for 1t Is at all
times a most risky thing to give TO
one woman your opinion Of another
In the majority Of cases-mind, only
generaliEe-if your opinion Is enthn
slastlc you incur the one womans dis
pleasure; II. on the other hand, your
praise is only qualihed-well, keep out
Of the other woman's way. And in
the present instance the danger was
doubly great. Why had /, who am
generally so wary, allowed myself to
be left alone with my hostess, the
most inveterate matchmaker In the
country? l felt that my whole future
hung on my reply, and as all this
flashed through my mind mental res
solution to this effect, that If Mrs. Car
Others was a matchmaker she had
now found her match. So | asked
And who is Clare Delayne?"
why, you silly boy, that pretty
blonde you took in to dinner last
night; you know, she only came yes
terday."
"Oh. that one" I said disrespect-
fully, trying to kill a bluebottle. Il
did not catch her name when was
introduced" and l resumed my chase
after the bluebottle. There was
pause while l wondered in which di-
rection the next attack would be de-
veloped.
phil, my question:"
(which question:"
That bluebottle did fdget me so,
and made a desperate dash at 1t,
}cleverly managing at the same time to
upset Mrs. Carruthers work basket.
But all attempts to draw a red herring
across the path seemed futile.
open the window, Phil; that's
right, your fly has gone. Now pick up
my basket and tell me what you think
Of Clare Delayne."
was on all fours salvaging needles
and balls of wool.
Il think she"-I suddenly pricked
Rp my ears and listened. Il do believe
they are coming back" cried.
"You think she is-what?"
II haven't thought anything about
her at all. What do you think about
herr"
This sudden turning of the tables
took Mrs. Carruthers by surprise, anC
FL for a moment she was nonplussed
But she quickly recovered herself ant
deployed on the ground from which
I had retreated.
well. / was going to tell you whel
you interrupted me with that absur'
Nv that her father is dear friend o
mine. and she will inherit fifteen hun
e bred pounds year when he dies"
~ Indeed" / interrupted with intel
est.
"Of course, it Is not much" she wer
on. encours red by my look of interes
.but it is a little help; and when con
bined with the sweetest nature and a
the domestic virtues
"she is just the girl" put in cage
ly
Il "she is. as you say, just the girl
make a man happy"
But does she want to marry?
asked, jumping up.
oYou silly fellow, what girl doesnt
You have only got to ask them"
"Well. if that is the case
'she is also fairly well read, n
too well-man does not want that
and she Is musical"
al IF that is the case, as was sayiI
before, she is just the girl for CAPITA
Rodgers" I said. HE is"
Mrs. Carruthers picked up her wo
and sailed toward the door.
"You are an ass, Phil" was h
parting shot.
Rodgers is musical, u called out,
the door slammed.
AS a matter of fact, had been p'
ticularly entertained by my partner
dinner last night, who had seemed
me what is generally described as
iollv girl with no nonsense about he
/ did not wish to be pestered any me
Nv Mrs. Carruthers, who had eYide
" come to the conclusion that ] "
a fool and so rather than put her
her mettle by offering show Of
I 4l,n11e,hf the hest WAY