The Indianapolis journal., 1904-06-05


IArNIM dental was entirely fitting.
They went in to call, one night
last week. on their next door neighbors,
who are as hospitable as though they them
selves were bred In old Kentucky. Mr.. and
Mrs. Smith, the next door neighbors, were
delighted to see Mr.. and Mrs. Bluegrass,
and during the evening Mrs. Smith said
that she wanted them to taste some of her
good DEVILS food So she went out and cut
the DEVILS food and then sent James out
after some of that good sherry.
James. manlike. seized upon the first bot
tie that came to his hand. Man seems to be
a trusting creature in the matter of bottles;
maybe he goes on the theory that any bot
ties good bottle, and if there were mil
lion bottles in a row he would never think
that his first choice might just possibly be
a wrong oue So James made no investiga-
ton, but took the bottle, poured the con-
tents into a decanter and came back tri-
umphant into the den with his little tray Of
glasses and his decanter.
Mrs. Smith does not drink spirits Of any
kind, but she took a glass of the sherry
that James poured out and put it to her
lips. James himself did the same thing for
the sake of his guests, through a recent
sharp attack of indigestion had made him
give up all alcoholic beverages for a time,
under his Doctors orders Mrs. Bluegrass
sipped her wine and looked little odd, but
Mr.. Bluegrass drank his with evident rel
ish-so evident that James asked him i'm
mediately to have some more, and Mr..
Bluegrass accepted cheerfuly. The fifth
member of the group James's sister Susan,
her off ba of
Mrs. Bluegrass, and. like that lady, looked
on drinks, and the things that she knows
about the different varieties are not enough
to hurt her.
Mrs. Bluegrass was hardly out of the
house before she grasped her husband S
arm. John, what was that they served-it
tasted like-but 1t cetainly wasn't
'Yes, it was. too," affirmed John. "Just
good old Kentucky whisky, and straight, at
that
whisky straight - and cake?" unused
Mrs Bluegrass. what queah ways these
NOrthernahS have.
Back in the little red-lighted den Mrs.
Smith was staring with wide eyes into the
faces of sister Susan and James. 1T
tasted so queer, James-just for all the
word-could it have been" Susan hesi-
tated. whisky grunted James, gulping
down a huge swallow of the fluid in de-
fiance of the doctors order. Yes, whisky,
straight"
Mrs. Smith flung herself on the daven-
port "Oh dear." she walled; whisky and
cake-won't they think were queer?"
Early next morning sister Susan made an
informal call on Mr.. and Mrs. Bluegrass.
In furtherance OF a deep-laid scheme con-
cocted at the Smith breakfast table, she
explained playfully that they had departed
from custom and served their guests with
good old Kentucky whisky just to make
them feel at home. 1T sounds so stupid
to say that James made mistake in the
bottle" said Mrs. Smith.
But in spite CT the explanation Mrs. Blue
grass still thinks these Northerners are
'queah."
She was a stout, pleasant-faced lady, and
her diamond earrings, her handsome lace
collar-worn over a shrtwaist-her much
beflowered hat, indicated prosperity Her
speech indicated that the prosperity had
not come down to her from line of We're
de We're ancestors. but was a matter of re-
cent acquisition.
Yes she was saying confidentially to
the woman beside her. I'm goin' to meet
Loula Mae down in town an go with her
to get her graduation gown fit on.
know / allus feel so funny when 1 says
gown for dress but Loula Mae says
that's what everybody says nowadays, an
i suppose she knows; but land sakes, that's
W
la Macs graduation gown it's goin' to be
real lovely-it's of muslin de soir, with a
berthy of real lace; / seen some lace that
/ really thought was much handsomer, but
this cost lot more, an so L told Loula
Mae we'd better pick on that Loula Mae
she's very bright-yes m, she's very bright,
indeed. She's through with the grade
schools now-or she will be soon as she
gradjuates-'n her pawn me was talking
the other night an we just about concluded
that we wouldn't send her to the High
oil itrof and hnr -fcph
to some cemetery. Yes'm l think 1T would
be just as we'll to get her into some good
cemetery right away
And then the car shot on, and so did
Loula Macs mother.
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There is one man in Indianapolis who
would every bit as soon pay his own street
car fare-and maybe sooner.
He swung on Pennsylvania car at Six
teenth street the other day and was greet
ed by three of the men he knew who formed
little group on the back platform-Jones
Brown and Robinson. After a moments
conversation the newcomer entered the car
and sat down, well up in front.
The conductor did not come for his fare
and it was not until the car rounded the
corner at Washington street that Mr.
Northside woke TO the consciousness that
he was still clinging to the little brown
ticket that he had got ready against the
coming of the conductor. AS he stepped
out on the platform he remarked con-
scientiouSly:
Here's my ticket young man; you for
got to count me in.
II didn't forget you; your fare was paid
all right" responded the conductor.
Paid? Who paid it?' demanded Mr.
Northside.
Some fellow on the back PLATFORM
The next day Mr.. Northsde caught sight
of Jones he entered the car. He dropped
down into the seat beside his friend, and
when the conductor came by Mr.. Northsidt
rendered two tickets.
Here. Let me pay my own fare" said
Jones.
Its all right. conductor; go on" said
Mr.. Northside- Merely paying back my
debt-you paid my fare yesterday, you
know" he remarked. explanatorily tc
Jones.
Paid your fare. nothing" returned
Jones' Must have been some one else
That evening. on the way home. Brown
sat himself down beside Mr.. Northside In
the well. IL IL wasn't Jones il must
have been Brown, 1 guess thought Mr.
Northside; 80 he was ready with two tick