Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury [Connecticut]) 1900-1903, 1902-12-04

UT awful. the prices one has TO
pay for gowns-so Ken very sensibly
sent mamma check and went right
out to the Pacific coast. Ken loves
! work.
Mignon's pretty mouth stretched
slightly in suppressed yawn, and as
she rocked the wind blew her fimsy
gown, whose elaborate simplicity be-
token the touch Of skilled If expen-
sive, professional, showing dainty
white kid shoes and white, open
worked, lace-inserted stockings, for
Mignon was unsurpassably chic in her
gowning.
1.-THE fall is delightful, utitmeans
lot Of hard work. Mamma and / have
been shopping for two weeks and
spending hours at Ce1este's, and now
we find the drawing room furniture has
to be gone over before + give my early
winter reception. Then, too, the opera
begins so early--too early. You must
come with US to the opening, cherie.
wrote Ken that if I didn't have hand
some new gown for that night posi-
lively would not CO."
The shadows deepened in the soft
brown eyes, and an added melancholy
swept over the clear cut profile turned
to catch the evening breeze and the
pale light of the rising moon.
tsHow fond he was of music. Does he
still sing? His voice was 50 beautiful
she said, stretching up to break. half
blown rose from it's stem.
skc.- Tr- U e,s,a
when he has to potter aroundlthat hor-
rid machinery morning, noon and
night2 He looks awfully old. His hair
is turning gray. So ridiculous! Ken's
just little over 80. You ought to see
his working suit. Overalls and cap.
Fancy! He sent us his photo taken
while he was in the refinery. But we
tore it up. Mamma was furious. Did !
show YOU the last one he had taken in
Cuba? It's dreadful, because he had
Just been sick with fever, but that
didn't prevent his working. He says
he can't afford to be sick, and believe
that's the best way to. get well any
how. Just go ahead and not mind the
sickness"
"You mean to say your brother was
asked, flame of color sweeping over
her face, her eyes blazing with grief
and indignation.
stWhy, you ought to know Ken well
enough to know he wouldn't stop work
for silly attack of fever, particular
ly when he knows how much mamma
and / need. Why, year before last he
had rheumatism; he caught cold out in
Washington state. Well, he took posi-
| ton offered him while he could hardly
walk; and he was right, because
| Charlie Duncan wanted it, and would
have gotten it if Ken hadn't gotten
there in time. I'll get you his photo
With lazy grimace Mignon swept into
| the library, and returning put Ken
neth's picture in Blanche's hand, too
absorbed in the approach of a hand
some auto to notice the look on her
| friends face.
stWe've come for you, Miss Mignon.
| We are going out to the lake." called
out the driver, as the vehicle stopped
before the front gate and lawn Of the
| beautiful old house.
sect wrap and come on Mignon.
| It's such delightful evening. We'll
take supper out there. I'm chaperon.
| Well be back by 12.''
Kissing her careless1y, with gay
words of excuse, Mignon hurried in
doors for the automobile coat of honi-
ton and chiffon, so skillfully made by
the fingers of Felicie, her French maid,
without noticing that Blanche still
held the photograph Of Kenneth as she
went down the steps into the garden,
all aglow with late summer flowers,
and passed out into the broad avenue,
where electric lights were shining like
i stars.
The machinery in the Pacific coast re-
finery rumbled on in its even, monot-
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