Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1902-07-10

warp. Life was mostly serious with
the leswoman-lighting calculations
in chair legs Renaissance or empire1
and studies in chrome-red cookatoos.
done in rows, had weighted her. But
the salewoman was also liked
And there was the tin can girl, SO
called by reason of much writing up.
on the product. She was eligible ant
nervous; stray eyewinkers made whoIe
phrases for the tin can girl, and !
hy's leg, out of joint a bit, stood for
" Might have been" so plainly that can
letters weren't worth a cent a yard
10 the man who dictated them until
tears relieved the r. c. girls nerves
again.
Also was the law represented: she
got there late on account of last Of
month and statements" she told them
in an abridged way. Dolores met her
absently, by reason of much concern
with reference to seating her out Of
the teachers range. Like SHAKING ).
red rag at bull" she said to a hair.
pin, when 'Hefty'' directed a fIipnant
nothing at the last conner.
And the banjo girl, she was not
eligible in point of years, but pretty
and spontaneous, and ike spontanefty
came last. Dolores had not started
to invite her at all but the banjo
girls name wrote itself. In her heart
Dolores called her Wing Tee"-God
knows why.
A table, margined with green and
centered with Lawson pinks, was re-
served for the spinster party Mt
Ms. None of them had been there
before except Dolores; just once-bIr
that is another story. And so they
fiuttered-always excepting "Hefty"
into seats, Dolores teIegraphlng
Wing Tee to sit between the law
woman and Hefty. But Wing Tee re-
fused to get the wireless and
squeezed in between Dolores and the
wall. I'm going, too" she gurgled
and showed her worries wickedly.
you are far and away the stun.
ningest woman in the whole shebang.
Dolsie" Wing Tee told Dolores during
consumme. With fish, There's a
man noticed it too, l think" Shortly
after she suspended spaghetti and
whispered eXcitedly: He knows you.
I'm almost sure"
To all of which Dolores replied.
Talk more to the law woman, for
Heavens sake!"
But all the same the B. G. caught
her looking out the tail of her eyes
in the direction of the two men al
the table indicated. She also saw the
blonde mans eyes meet Dolores then
something happened in Dolores fac
that made Wing Tee go back to
olives.
AS soon as the disturbance in chit.
fon was quiet she felt for Dolores
hand under the table. Right here
Wing Tee reversed the lever and back
ed full speed down a slant of days
till she reached a sidetracked even
ing in Dolores room: a handkerchief
box overturned and a blonde-faced
man smiling up from its depths. She
made the connection at full speed
and was back before she raised her
luGGN eye II Olli ZIG DLuNg VI OllN-aNCh-
ed drubes.
What she saw was the blonde MAI
striding toward their table and Do
lores rising. The violins were plead
ing for something; then the hands Of
the man and woman met; no word
was spoken until Dolores turned ana,
il a voice like the delicate reach OF
chords, named him in her guests.
Whcreupon the blond man got per-
mission to introduce his nephew and
brought him from the other table. BY
this time there was another riot in
chiffon, and ere coffee Wing Tee and
the nephew had snapped several hun
dred glances.
AS they rose the blonde man lei
Dolores a pace aside and Wing Tee
locked her hands behind her in agony
of doubt
Presently Dolores turEed to her
friends: "Ill have to leave you at the
door" she told them, and added sh,
was sorry.
Hefty however. with a teach ers
ear for subdivision, observed that the
protestation of sorrow had a subtle
note of JOY
Wing Tee expressed explicit assent
III a disjointed wink. Go on" she
emitted through frozen lips; his
nephew is lovely"
Good night" Dolores told them IN
steadily.
The saleswoman looked after her
moment, wistfully.
Ihe East a-calling." Wing Tee
gurgled to the law woman, jerking
her head after the receding couple
Whereat the law woman walked
slowly across the old common; the
stars drew down; perhaps they were
listening to a tale told long ago, for
few words were spoken.
The bell smote the hour softly
The man barred his head. THE be-
ginning Of the world again
And the end of a spinster's g.1-i'
fication, whispered Dolores.
Fish Left over.