Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1906-11-28
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THE MAN With A mission.

without switching vi Jha elecr..c."
But to return 20 your Mission,"
asked the pretty girl he had taken
down. "What do you propose to Go
for the Suburban Girl, as a Glass;"
Il PROPOSE" he said, with a light in
his blue eye, ito take her n at a
time, and show her how thoroughly
agreeable an idle, good-for-nothing
West End dangler-I've heard my
self called all that-can make him
self. The hours of the Cay that she
spends alone, when the male suburb
anist is away in the city between
10 a. m. and Z p. H., | propose to I'LL.
Instead of an aimless morning walk.
g game of tennis Or golf with me.
instead Of a dull luicheon, three Or
four m %squabbling owe outlets
without a man to cut bread or hack
away at the cold round and things on
! the sideboard, a lively M with me-.
Instead OF an Afternoon lounge in the
drawing room Or the garden, waiting
for callers in petticoats, a spin in the
| automobile or on a bike with me.
Later, if desired, dinner, early dinner,
| with the opera or a theatre after,
and then to put on wraps ana things
! and talk to her between the acts,
and take her afterwards to supper at
Princes Or the Savoy. Don't you
| think she would like it, the Suburban
Grip
The Missionary's dinner partner
turned upon him a fair, flushed face,
and bright eyes sparkling with n
thusiasm.
Il should rather think she wouid:"
"Then," said he, the object of the
I had taught her-I and my fellow
INSTRUMENTATION to get 2 proper
amount of fun out of being alive"
But. as you and the others would
have stepped out of your own social
sphere to carry out the Mission" sug-
gested she with acuteness, 'how are
you going to permanently benefit It's
object?"
I'VE would found permanent set
Elements in the suburbs he said.
I'VE are prepared to stick at nothing,
to endure everything. Those who
sink or die under the strain will be
replaced by other dauntless volun-
teer5. Perhaps a Women's Mission
to Suburban Men will spring out of
the parent tree. Then we shall have
social evenings in suburban houses,
conducted by Lady Missionaries i'll
the latest and loveliest evening
gowns. . The men will not
be allowed to sleep in arm chairs
or jaw shop. They will play bridge,
Or billiards, or sing selections from
musical comedies, under supervision.
Their clothes, like their manners, will
be reformed, and when arrayed in
less purple and more fine linen, de-
prived of large watch chains and
b~latantly blazing studs, and instruct
ed in the art of getting a proper
amount Of amusement out OF exist
ence, they will reflect credit on their
teachers. Can l Undue you with my
enthusiasm? Will YOU be the pioneer
Lady Missionary to the benighted
Suburban MANI"
1T is impossible" She shook her
charming head. Can one benighted
dweller in the wilds reform the oth-
ers?"
His eye-glass dropped upon his
shirt-front. He turned a startled
face to hers.
You don't mean-"
Il liye-When am home, that is
in Hampstead she said with a proud
little curl of a remarkably high-bred
upper lip. And father is something
in the city. l suppose you thought
it would be a joke to pretend that
you didn't know that lama Suburban
Girl"
Il swear to you I never sus-
pected--' He broke off.
The cigarettes, coffee and Liquors
were COINS around
do you use tobacco, as the Ameri-
cans say? Because, the weed, being
sedative in its ELECTS"
1T would calm my ruffled feelings.
No. Perhaps it shows an unambitious
frame of mind, %groveling even below
my natural sphere 10 own 1t, out i
have never wanted to- she said, her
nose distractingly tilted, as he had
previously said to himself, in the air.
"Iil tell you all open secret. There
hardly exists a woman who really
does. Unless she happens to be a
judge of wine and some other things
that Women don't usually care
about" he confided.
II can with difficulty credit that"
said she. Lady Grace and Lady Va
lentia, ever there, are blowing smoke
rings through their noses exactly as
though they were enjoying doing it,"
THE sex are SUCH poor actresses"
said the Missionary. For instance,
your pretense Of being fatally angry
with M is wonderfully we'll done.
But you're not, really. You recognize
the fact that [ took you for the real
country and West End article, and
confided my mission to you in all sin
cerity. | thought that i had found
a kindred soul, that you would catch
fire at the torch l waved, and join
us. For your being what you are
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