Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-06-09
"MANY HAPPY REruRNs.-


The Formal Dinner Party was in
Hener of a birthday.
Judge Edgell hurried into his house
Is usual at half-past six, threw Of his
coat, washed his hands and fastened
INTO the dining room. At the threshold
no recoiled In surprise. A blaze of
light dazzled him. The best silver
and glass were laid out. Candles
burned at the four corners Of the tn.
BILE. Cut flowers allied the room with
fragrance that extinguished the
usual smell Of cooked food.
At the table his wife bloomed like
young girl. Her best gown of white
wolfe trimmed with lsce-her mothers
wedding lace-showed her fne throat
and arms. His little daughter sat with
the self-conscious smile of party cor
reetness. wearing blue ribbons on her
"pigtails," and his son beamed be-
hind a great deal of glisteninx shirt.
front His older daughter was busy
giving a last touch to the sideboard.
She was the most serious of all In her
grave oficiougness.
"Goodnessl Well! What! Who's
coming? Have l forgotten a dinner
engagement? The Bryces aren't COM
Ing till next week"
'The week after next" corrected his
daughter, soberly.
Then who? What7 My, what
handsome spready'
Daddy" observed the youth in the
white shirt, 81 thought Judges never
got surprised at anything, and here
you are like a minister at a slipper
party"
my son." said Mrs. Edgell, you
are not quite old enough to make COM
ments of that sort on your parents.
Charles" she said, turning to her hus-
band with cool but gentle smile, you
need not dress; there Is not time.
This Is rather a special event, but
Will not explain until dessert. Sit
down, dear, and enjoy it with US"
Judge EdgelPs training as a lawyer
taught him not to ask futile questions
OF his wife. He sat down, ate one
good thing after another, admired his
wife, talked with his son about foot
ball and school, and came completely
out Of the abstraction into which the
lingering memory of cases In court
sometimes plunged him during meals.
When angel cake and colored Ice
creams came in. the handsome lady
across the table smiled and said:
Charles, Don Carlos"-it was the
name she had used playfulIy In their
youthful courtship and threw him
back twenty-five years-"Don Carlos.
this is a birthday celebration"
"Oh, 1t isn't mine, mama" cams
from the little girl. II had two last
winter"
No, my dear, 1t is mama's"
Mama's" cried Judge Edgell
Then, as his son would have said, he
'tumbled." Everybody, he certainly,
had forgotten the dear lady's birth
day. The self-containsd II not vener-
able justice left his seat, strobe round
to his wife and kissed her heartily.
The woman glowed. The elder daugh-
ter brushed away a tear. Seeing the
tear, the small daughter began to cry.
Mr.. Edgell looked distressed, and his
more manly son pooh-poohed at the
fuss. That's nice way to end
good dinnerw
MY boy" quoth the father, at is a
good way to end a dinner which has
In 1t a little repentance, and 1t is a
good way to begin now for other din
ners, about one year. No, we won't
wait a year. This one does not count.
Tomorrow night well have real
birthday celebration for mother, and
she shall not have to superintend it.
Wen have a caterer to do the lob.
1t Is poor stick of a husband who
makes his wife get up her own birth
day celebration. Youths COMPANION.