The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1905-07-07
WON FIRST PRIZE

v%~~>%%>%~%%> &1H~~Sr~S~~~~
.-~~.~~-~~1o~.~-~
r CANNOT imagine why Tom wishes
me to invite that little Dorothy
= Irving to my euchre party Friday
night. To my knowledge he never met
the girl but once. That was at that
garden fete we had in the village last
summer. You remember, Agnes. You
were there"
Eyes, I distinctly remember the at
fair. But the GIRL haven't the faint
est recollection of any such person.
Your letter was from Tom, then? So
he's coming? That's awfully good
news"
Eyes. But he cannot get down until
the late train. Exams for something
going on at the college. But he's COM
ing. Dear old fellow! I know you're
pleased, too, Agnes. All, yes-I know
all about you two. Do you think I've
no eyes in my head, my dear? You're
a horrible firt but I think you like
Tom a good bit under the surface-eh7
Oh, pshaw! 1 tell? Never. I don't
blame you, He's an -awfully, fine boy,
If he Is my brother Yes, certainly
shall have to ask Miss Irving. Tom
requests it particularly. Funny thing
for him to do, though. oh, yes, she's
rather a nice sort. Awfully unso-
pkisticated, and not in our-er-set,
exactly. One of the village girls, you
know"
Dorothy Irving troubled Agnes Mills
very little. She returned to the read
ing Of a rather risque French novel
with renewed zest, happy in the fact
Of her own assured position in the
Hammond household, and the posses
sion of perfect wardrobe and an un-
limited bank account. She was an
heiress, beautiful, selfish, an incorrt-
gible flirt, but really, for the first time
in her life, seriously in love, and with
Tom Hammond-or as much SO as her
tickle nature permitted.
The eventful night Of Grace Ham
mond's euchre party arrived. Dorothy
stood before the spare chamber mir
ror, putting the finishing touches to
her elaborate toilet. She held aloft
the small lamp for a final survey of
the, blue taffeta waist, and could not
help smiling. little, satisfied smile
that brought into play number of
unsupported dimples, at the reflection
In the mottled glass. She gave the
soft curl on either side of her pretty
forehead a last caressing pat. And
paused in the act, for she heard q
step ascending the front stairway.
Dorothy, child, you thereT called
Aunt Eliza, entering the room, pausine
breathless and agitated to regain her
spent breath. And she had a disagree.
able duty to perform, and wished to
recover all her powers for the ordeal
before her.
what is 1t, aunty? Has Uncle Ell
had poor spell?"
mo, Dorothy, no. But, dear child
I've had time of 1t, 1 tell you! And
I'm bout beat out. 1When Eli gets q
notion set on his mind they amt nc
reasonin' him out Of it. Oh, dear SUI
You see how it's. He's just been ovel
to Deacon Browns, an they've filled
his head up talking against it. Dea
con Brown says faint nothin' more OF
less than gamblin' in genteel way
playin' fer prizes, an I.dunno wha,
all. You know Deacon Brown is 81
set again cards he won't have one IL
his house. An then, too, he think.
it's such a bad time, just when the re
vival meetin's are beginning. He say.
card playin' is gettin' altogether to-
common among the young folks. An
oh, l dunno what more he said. Blu
uncle says you can't go step to it
the party"
"Oh, dear! Oh, dearv' walled Doro
thy, Pumping down beside her aun
among the feathers, regardless Of he
finery. THAT mischief making oil
Deacon Brown! Stingy, mean oil
thing! I hate him for it! Gambling
Mr.. Hammond would never permi
such thing in his house, aunt. Ev
erybody in the city in decent societ,
plays euchfe. Oh, dearw and Doro
thy's indignant tears fell unheede,
upon the blue waist.
"COme, now, Dorothy, cheer ur
dearie. You know l amt the one t
deny you anything in reason"
Il tell you what Dorothy, I've ixe,
1t up SOS you can go home with Aun
Sophie an the girls. They'll be t
meetin'," continued Aunt Eliza, IS
you can ride right home with them
I don't care If you stay over there tn
rest Of the week."
"Oh, aunt won't you need meT
go right along. Dorothy. Come
now, you'll have to hurry. The bell
tollin'. You won't have NO time t
take of that waist. It's a pity" sh
added, regretfully.
Dorothy left kiss on the wrinklet
toilsome cheek of her aunt, and fairl
Few down the short. old-fashione