The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-02-19

and Stings'
Did you really?'
I nodded. "Yes, and told almost in
your very words You didn't try to
read 1t up in the train?'
We'll, as a matter Of fact, did
buy a copy" said Lady Isabel inno-
Gently, but the stories are perfectly
true all the same, even the one about
Mr. Blount, that fearfully new man
who made a fortune over baby food or
blacking or something, and hasn't an
IA to his name
What story was that?'
we went over to his place to
luncheon party answered Lady Isa-
bel, "and he was in an awful furry
no end of a fuss. and all the nunkeys
dressed in a sort of imitation Wind
sor uniform. and during luncheon he
said to Lord Massngham, Won't you
ave some cold am my lord? and
Lord Massngham said he thought he
would like little cold ham. So Mr..
Blount peremptorily called a flunkey
in, and said in that funny tone those
sort of people always use when speak
ing 10 their servants, Get is lordship
some am, and look sharp The
ilunkey was apparently a little fur
ried. too, and put the ham down in
front of Mr.. Blount's partner a man
called Ephraim Banks, who | sup
pose, after ALL had a sort of right to
be there, and even to eat the ham.
you cant think what a fury Mr..
Blount was in at the mistake. He
turned to the hunkey and said in a
low voice that we could all hear quite
easily, ERE, you fool, fetch that am
back, and give It TO is lordship. Cant
you tell the difference between a peas
ant and a peer? Poor Mr.. Banks"
added Lady Isabel, he didn't at all
like being called a peasant, and | ex-
pect they had row about it after
wards"
| laughed. what an awful boun-
der Mr. Blount must be" | began,
"and | really think Lord Massing-
ham" but at this moment Lady
Massingham herself was suddenly an
nounced. Isabel rose as she came in,
and with an inimitably careless ges-
ture dropped a cushion over my copy
of Gossip and Stings, and went for
ward to greet her guest.
MY dear Isabel" said Lady Mas
singham, whose face looked very red
and hot, Il am so fearfully annoyed
that l was obliged to come straight on
and see you No, don't CO. Marjorie" 3"
she added to me; its nothing you
may not hear as we'll
Lady isabel made way for Lady
Massingham on the sofa, and leant
herself gracefully against the tell-tale
cushion.
How sweet of you, dear to come
to me-do let me help you-What is
It; nothing wrong at home, | hope?"
she murmured rs il anything | can
help about? l thought you were up
in Scotland"
mo, | am going tomorrow. The
fact is | am very upset" said Lady
Massingham, and she began to fan
herself violently. You will hardly
believe it, Isabel, but just now some
one showed me a paper at the club
"a horrid paper-called Gossip and
Sungs. 1t is sometimes quite anus
ing when it's about Mrs. Darlington
Brown, but to.day-you will hardly
believe il, but they have actually pub
lished things about my house party.
Even that story is in about Banks and
Blount and the ham, and Henry says
he wouldn't have had 1t in for all the
world, because Mr.. Blount is one of
his best tenants. | was wondering if
It was one of the maids people
brought, and do you think | could pos
sibly prosecute the editor?" she add
ed almost out of breath with rage.
Lady Isabel was full of sympathy.
Il don't know whether you could or
not she answered gravely, I'm
afraid not. What did you say was
the name of the paper?"
Gossip and Sungs," said Lady
Massingham; its a small paper with
a violet cover"
What a funny name" laughed
Lady Isabel Gossip and Stings. It.
sounds like us and Messrs Banks and
hlouult uult btlluuSlys utdltSlt II lS
horrid for you, and I'm very, very
sorry"
- knew you would sympathize,
darling answered Lady Massingham,
as she rose to go, and l will send you
round the paper-it's horribly put;
but Id rather you saw it now than
have you come upon II at the club"
Yes. do send it," said Lady Isabel;
I'm $3.50 sorry, dearest" and she
added as she turned to me, Marjorie,
dear, will you kindly ring the bell?"
Il wonder why you put the paper
away" | said, as Lady Isabel rang
The bell again, this time for tea.
Wen, it's not a particularly good
color to go with my gown" she an
swered lightly, rs it, Marjorie, dear?"
No. | answered 81 suppose not;
besides, it's such a horrid little pa
per-"
Il can't have you abuse It, Mar.
iorie," said Lady Isabel with twink
ling eyes; you really must not run it
down"