The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-08-09


"lsn't it, Another good room gone
wrong. But come in. mommy, come
in. guess you can make it., some
how. Jump! I'd like you TO tie my
sash, If you will, please" Mrs. Cox's
deft fingers fashioned the broad red
ribbon into a graceful bow, its frlnged
ends falling TO the hem of RhOda's
white irock. Rhoda. with her head
over her shoulder. studied the effect in
the glass. you do tie Just the stun.
ningest bow. mommyr' she commend-
ed lis my hair all right"
at looks very WELL" the mother de-
cided. But, deary. why don't you
have place for everything. and
"Oh. have" Rhoda insisted. with a
sweeping gesture Of both hands. This
dresslng-tables it, l think you'll find
everything here. unless it's my other
slipper" She thrust out foot clad
only in red silk stocking You don't
happen to see that other slipper any
where. do you, Mrs. Cox:"
where do yOu usually keep your
slippers:" that lady ask d.
"Oh. l don't keep them anywhere
Rhoda walled. They won't stay.
They 're-what do you nomadic.
l found this one under the bed"
Mrs. Cox knelt and peered under the
bed. mo. it isn't here" she said; but
here is your blue veil. Rhoda."
"Mean thing" Rhoda scolded. 1T
just wriggles under that bed every
chance it gets. l suppose I'll have to
wear my black slippers"
Her mother was searching the shoe
bag on the closet door "Seer' she
boasted, holding up a red shoe with
big. shining buckle. But you really
ought to be ashamed. dear"
II am" said Rhoda. looking crushed
ITO think Of n shoe of mine being
found in a shoe-bag. 1t humlliates
me. But don't look so solemn. mommy
please! I'm going to reform. | am.
Tomorrow. You'll see,'
'Hello" shouted voice at the foot
of the stairs. You weren't going 10 a
party tonight, were you:"
Yes, David. in one mlnuter' Rhoda
called. "Now | wonder where my red
fan IS. Could it be in the shoe-bag do
you think, Mrs. Cox"
'Or under the bedG"
.AsMommy, I'm surprised! You're pos
itiyely malicious preached Rhoda,
who was plowing through her dressing
table drawer -and tossing the contents
in all directions. "Where can the mis-
cradle thing bef'
"'GoUd-by. Dolly. must leave you""
sang the voice below, threateningly.
Rhoda caught up a palm-leaf fan
from the window-seat. "I'll take this"
she said.
She gave her mother a quick little
hug and kiss. and ran down the stairs.
"Oh. good evening, Davldr' she said
sereneIy. Have You been waiting:
I'm so sorry
"Only n little matter Of an hour or
two" said David, politely. But it was
worth it. he added, taking her wrap
and fan, ''and If we run / guess maybe
we can get there in time for the last
dance
Rhoda laughed. "Good night moth
err she cried, "Now please don't DO
anything to that room. lust turn the
lights out. and it won't show. And
I'm going to reform tomorrow
THAT seems to have sweet, IA
miliar sound muscd Mrs. Cox, who
was standing at the head Of the stairs.
Il wonder whore / could have heard
II before. Good night, my children.
Have the very best time you ever had
In your lives again" And she turned
back into the rlotous room, where.
sinking into the least engaged chair
which a tennis skirt ANA lace petit
coat Hospitality shared with Ler. she
considered the condition which con
fronted her. Where should she begln7
The stately old mahogany chest ap
peared to be suffering the most on
of its tall glass caudlesticks wa
sportiyely haunting n crimson cap, tn
other bore aloft big white In
wreathed with yellow roses: on IL
linen cover the contents Of broker
candy-boN were hobnobblng with III,
spools Of an overturned work-ba sket
while letters. gloves. books. tennis-ball
and wlthered flowers added to IN
rocco effect. Every one of its draw
ers was open and oyernowlng will
tumbled heaps Of cambrc, lace an,
embroidery.
"Nou poor old thingr Mrs Cox spok
aloud In her amusement, as she hurrie
to render first aid 10 the injured chest.
The frivolous little new dressin:
table came next. then the desk. the
the room at large. The onslaught wa
quick, practiced. thorough Before
shoes retired to the shoe-bag. sole
clothing 10 the clothes hamper dressC
TO the closet hooks; the white paras,
and the tennls-racket got of the bee
the sprawllng bath-gown came dow
from the screen.
when at last the room looked fires
and restful In its perfect order. its goo
genius drew long breath and pause
a moment, with hand raised to tur
Ort the gas.
She extinguished one Jet and slowl
lowered the other TO dim point On,
to bring 1t iaring back again at fu
head.
For moment longer she hesitate,
wrihkling her smooth forehead
doubt; then, with queer little smi
on her lips and the light OF resolutio
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