The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-05-22
The Salon at Undertook

is to be got up by our distinguished fell
low townswoman, Miss Louella Letting
WELL which insureS its success" However,
the published announcement was in a way,
unnecessary. Everybody in the town had
heard of the prospective salon long before
the paper went to press.
When the evening of the first meeting ar
rived everybody Louella had expected
was present, and there were some whom
the Cutworm Club attended in a body.
Louella flashed a glance of triumph at her
father, for he had predicted that not a
man would come to the Salon who was not
forcibly dragged there by his wife. Lou
ella rejoiced more over these lost sheep
brought into the fold than over the ninety
and nine who belonged there anyway.
Louella's father, as nominal host, shook
hands with the guests at the door Fine
spring weather isn't it?'' he said genially
for bringing things out of the ground"
Hope not. I've got three wives there, -
said one of the Cutworm members by way
of pleasantly. The men chuckled, but the
women treated this remark with the con-
tempt which it deserved.
There was some delay at the start. The
guests were more interested in the con-
versation of each other than in the forth
coming address of the slender, sad-eyed
young lady in the trailing green gown,
whom Louella introduced as the speaker
When l nit with Sherman" said Com
rade Sullivan, addressing the audience
from the armchair in the center of the
room. when | fit with Sherman, / got
fourteen bullet holes through my clio es
and l never got scratch" There was no
ignoring his shrill, persistent voice. Yes
sir" he went on, fourteen of EN-, seven
through my coat and two through my
vest an five through my pants. Got the
clo'es hanging up in the garnet now. if you
don't blieve me-" His mild blue eyes
Shut up, paw said his daughter. mo
one wants to hear your CAB"
But Comrade Sullivan had too good an
opportunity to he wasted.
IAN / got permOted- too he went on
with tremulous eagerness: Il got permoted
to be horspittle steward. Doe he says to
to be my steward so fust thing / knew.
Cap, he give me a payrole. so'se | could
get permoted to be horspittle steward"
But the daughter exerted her authority
that he must, for once, maintain silence.
The sad-eyed young lady gave an adj
dress, the theme of which was Art in the
Household" but she began with the source
of the Nile, and ended only with the pres
ent unpleasantness in the far East. The
women listened with rapt attention be-
cause Louella and the minister's wife and
other leaders of fashion did so. The men
leaned their chins on their palms and
gaZed abstractedly at the floor. Comrade.
with a clean bandanna handkerchief
spread over his face, openly dropped into
slumber. from which he was only awak-
When l tit with Sherman he said
cheerfully. I'VE didn't have no sech cof-
But at this moment. another member of
the Cutworm Club arose to his feet. He
cleared his throat. 1t was plain that he
had something to say.
Ladies and gentlemen. Miss Louella, -
he said, bowling to the company. when /
and my friends came TO this little gather
ing this evening. il seems that we wern' [
just rightly informed. We took il, from
what was said. and the remarks printed
in the paper. that you were purposing to
set up place of refreshment the winked
significantly, saloon, IN short but now
we've got il through our heads that this
ere Salon, is some kind of a new-fangled
lyceum debatin' society, and so l guess
we all wish you good evening
The Cutworm Club gathered up its hats
and canes and took its departure with a
relieved and sheepish air. and thus ended
the first meeting OF the Salon at Kinder
hook. A IL