Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1907-08-08
JEANS QUARREL.

| tell him you are giving large, swell
party this evening. Then he won't come"
consoled Ethel.
ETHEL, what would I do without
your.
"You had better be thinking what you
| will do with me just now. Shall we
start the cake or the frappe glace first"
/ Then there followed a time of delight
full revelry amidst flour, sugar and eggs
in the tiny kitchen.
! Mortimer Bradford must be of very
forgiving disposition, after all, jean"
mo; that's Just the way he took to
show me that he does not think what |
say or do of any account. There, every
thing is done that can be until even
] ing said Jean in a satisfied tone. "You
had better go and intercept Mr.. Brad
| ford now, and will put away the cook
ing things"
| Ethel went into the hall and there
| met Mortimer ard Francis, who had just
entered.
ETHEL" said the latter, 81 sniff such
| tempting odors."
| He looked in the dining room. On
! table was laid forth the result of an af-
ternoon's work. A most imposing cake,
a loaf of pressed chicken. the materials
for a salad, tomatoes and olives.
"Where's Jean?" demanded Mortimer.
"She's i'll the Kitchen clearing up the
cooking things"
The slalnming Of the kitchen door cor
roborated this statement.
81 think I'll go and assist in the clear
ing up" said Mortimer as he started
| down the hall.
He opened the door, walked into the
kitchen, shut the door and planted him
self against it. He was confronted by
| Jean, a vercy indignant, -four covered
Jean. with sleeves caught up to her
dimpled elbows, an absurd little viii e
apron tied about her slender waist, and
cheeks flushed not entirely by reason of
proximity to the bake oven. She had
Just picked up the rolling pin as he APP
peared on the scene.
please, mum, don't brandish that
weapon at me so formidably. Jean,
JEAN" he added after a pause, wasn't
it lucky for me that you didn't have
that rolling pin last night"
Jean vouchsafed no notice of his re-
mark or presence. She turned her back
and began emptying the flour sitter.
Jean" he resumed, Francis says l
am not booked for this evenings per-
Torrance, so I thought 1 would come up
for a matinee"
No answer.
He crossed the tiny room in two
strides, and stood beside her.
Jean, l admit that [ am everything
you called me last night"
At this expression of humility there
| was just shadow of relenting beneath
| her downcast lashes, but he killed it by
| rema1king:
But, then, Jean, your opinion of me
gave me hope, for I have heard you say
hundred times that you hated perfec-
ton. So do I, Jean! That was why
was so glad when, after all these months
of seeming serenity, you flew into such
| a temper. l knew then you were not Of
milk and water. [ knew, too, Jean, that
1 loved YOU"
Again the relenting shadow. He put
his arm about her.
ooh. watt" she cried helplessly. "Wait
until l wipe my hands!"
mo" he said. 81 like this evidence of
domesticity."
"Oh, say, Mort!" said Francis, peer
| ing through his near-sighted eyes as his
! sister and Mortimer came into the dining
room, did you know you were all COW
cred with tour?"
Ethel gave an unmistakable, audible,
vulgar smoker.
"You are mistaken" said Mortimer,
cheerily. 81 am covered with happiness,
but I am as hungry as a BEAR" he con-
cluded, looking longingly at the tempt
| ing display on the dining table.
$50 am l." agreed Francis, following
his gaze. "Jean, have you issued your
invitations yet?"
NO. she replied, 81 haven't"
Glow fortunate! Then, instead of
having a party, Iet5s sit down--the four
of us-and eat up all this stuff"
ooh, yes, JEAN" urged Ethel, while
Mortimer at once began vigorous on
slaught upon the pressed chicken.
Cali right" said Jean, "but if you will
wait few moments I'll freeze the Ice"
| Mortimer laid down his fork.
| Freeze the ice!" he exclaimed. Jean,
you certainly have achieved wonders in
| an art direction, but what in the world
| do you contemplate such a paradoXical
process as that for?"
Stupid" laughed Ethel. "She means
a sherbet ice-fruit and things, you
| know"
| mo, he doesn't know" explained
Francis "The only kind of ice with
which he is on intimate terms is cracked
ice Come back, Jean, have something
in the refrigerator that is just as cool
and far more enlivening."
"Of what are you thinking, Francis 2"
asked Ethel presently,
"Of story 1 once read about girl
who gave a party for the express pur-
pose of snubbing a certain young man
and then afterwards she married the GER
tain young man."
81 don't see why you should recall that
now,'' said Jean witheringly and with
flaming cheeks.
81 don't either" said Mortimer, inno-
Gently. Jean didn't give party, after
all, you Belle Maniates in the
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