The Savannah morning news., 1903-12-06
WHAT A MAN HEARD.

The house isn't large, says the New
York Commercial-Advert but it's
hosts are hospitable to a fault, and
on Thanksgiving eve it was crowded
with guests from town. OF course,
the furnace went on strike, and the
rooms which did not have f1replaces
were as comfortable as refrigerators to
the steam-heated city guests.
I'm afraid you will freeze to death
If you close your doors tonight" said
the hostess as she bade her house party
goodnight. 81 suggest that you leave
them open. Every door has portieres,
and the heat from the hall will reach
you that way"
Thus it came about that the man
who had faculty for remembering
things heard all the chatter that went
on in a room across the hall. He swears
that he coughed, and yawned, and
tried in other ways to remind the &C.
cupants of the room opposite that they
were not the only ones in the house
awake, but their shrill American voices
penetrating even when not high
pitched-drowned his honorable efforts
to call their attention to his presence,
and these are the mental stenographic
notes he came out of the fray
with:
so glad we're going to sleep to-
gether, Lii. I've got so much to tell
you. 'Fraid 1 can't remember it
ALL"
Say Polite. you're getting fat!"
Fat? Look at my arms!"
WELL look at mine. l weigh ten
pounds more than 1 did last winter
I don't think riding in an auto is con-
ducitive to svelteness, do your"
well, my dear, if 1 could have an
auto I'd be willing to put up with
three chins.''
You don't mean to say"
mot you, of course. I said would
be willing to. You're just right. Don't
lose an ounce"
petticoat? What cute little bows"
Jimmie calls this Flatiron skirt
He is irreDressible. He says that
pretty shoes and petticoats are made
just to go round that Twenty-third
street corner.
Speaking of shoes, how do you like
these? Auntie sent me the buckles
from Paris. They hide the lace
medallions on the instep, that's the
only trouble"
You always were extravagant about
stockings. / used to envy you those
pink ones with morning glories climb
ing up the ankles
"Oh, you wear C. P.'s now, don't
you? They're too long wasted for me-
Mine are just ribbon straps, with a
whalebone on each side"
"Yes, Celia wears them, but she is
such a sylph. Oh, speaking of Celia
1 came up in the train with Ned Whit
fen. He wore a coat lined with mink
if you please"
"And to think 1 might have married
a man like that"
"Oh, don't speak of the men you
might have married. It's enough to
drive one insane-either way. l think
how l used to laugh at poor Charlie
Grey-fool that 1 was. And where
would 1 be to-day if had run away
with Reggie Williams, as l came near
doing?"
you'd probably be sitting in the
Waldorf tearoom this minute, slipping
tea with a becoming long crepe veil
and big bunch of violets."
"Who is going to be here tomorrow?
Do we play golf after breakfast? l
hope we can have coffee in bed, don't
you? Oh, how sleepy 1 am. Do you
like a soft pillow. dear? Nice, wide
bed, isn't it 90
Its picturesque to live in the
country. but it. cold, isn't it?"
"Have you seen F'aversham?"
"Um. Funny. isn't he?"
Sleepy? This reminds me of old
times, when we were at school. How
old is Effie Boston, anyway? Well,
she doesn't look it. Those girls with
moon faces and rosy cheeks look child
like till they're thirty"
Got enough blanket? Don't let me
rob you. What? Yes, so am 1. Good
night"
Good night. dear"