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

that the little fiuttering, white messen-
ger had accomplished its purpose, and
Jean flew to the hall to welcome her
friend and fellow conspirator.
81 hope it's really something impor-
tant this time, Jean, for have had my
suspicious that your signal is deceptive
snare to lure me up here"
well, 1 think you will consider this
worth your while. Mortimer and [ have
quarreled!"
Did you and Mortimer ever do any
thing else, pray?"
1--WE only differed, hitherto, but this
was a common, noisy, vulgar, earnest
quarrel with capital O."
oh how perfectly lovely! Do tell
me all about it," cried Ethel, nesting UP
III d coy corner and piling cushions
about herself.
Il always thought he was dogmatic,
Overbearing, conceited and disagreeable,
and just enjoyed plainly telling him
SO last evening"
Really, Jean?"
Eyes, really, and in as loud voice as
I could"
WAS he utterly crushed and sur
prised? Did he get red and angry, or
was he pale, silent and intense? L can
imagine Mortimer Bradford in either
pose"
He simply looked Disguised and said
nonchalantly: 1 will bid you good even
ing, Miss lewiston Then he took his
departure; met Francis in the hall be-
low, asked him for light, and chatted
unconcernedly for a few moments
How disappointing and how dis
agreeable i'll him! Why could not he
have met you half way and talked
back? It's such horrid end to such
an interesting romance, for he cared
Tor you lot, JEAN"
Il don't know whether he did or not,
but he was so exasperating l just
couldn't hold in. He's so insutferably
cool"
oh, well, you'll make it up!"
mo, Ethel, never! He just literally
stepped on me-"
what will you do?"
Just put the quarrel and him right
out of my thoughts. l wanted to tell
you about it and then forget all about
him"
But he'll come here to see Francis.
They are such chums.
i don't think he will. 1 shall ignore
him if he does"
But aren't you going to do some
thing? Inactivity under such circum-
stances seems unbearable."
"Of course l am going to give an
informal-a very informal-little even
ing"
How Interestingly When?"
Tonight"
Good! There is never any procras-
tination or irresolution about you, Jean.
Whom will you ask?"
Let me see. The fiat won't hold more
than eight without making it q crush.
You, Francis and l are three. Grace and
Foster, of course, and Stanton and Lu
ciIle.''
Only seven"
For the eighth 1 shall invite Lindon
Thomasson."
oh Jean, that will be grand! Morti-
mer detests him. When will you ask
them!"
III telephone them late this after
noon. l must see how my refreshments
materialize first"
But they make previous engage
ments"
well, there are Others!"
Anyone, so as to have a party and
show Mortimer laughed Ethel
Jean Redeemed little and began to
study her cookbook.
What will you serve, Jean? Some
thing in the chatting dish, or Dutch
lunch, Or
Nothing of that nature, Ethel. l
want something cool and dainty"
As a panacea for your hot temper"
said Ethel slyly.
No; but L am always serving bOhe-
milan repasts; just because we live IN a
fiat and Francis is an author and l am
a poster designer, it seems to be expect
ed OF us, but [ am going to be orthodox
now. | bought an ideal baker for the
gas range yesterday and l am going to
make cake-a stereotyped layer cake
figs, l think; some nasturtium sand
witches, cool and simple salad, coffee,
olives and loaf of pressed chicken, and
one of those fancy ices with fruit on
top and"
oh, yes, l know! Like those pictures
in The Ladies' Journal. They are wab-
bly, things to serve and leave a cold,
sweet sicllish sensation like ice cream
soda, but we must be up and doing to
get all these wonderful conglomerations
accomplished by evening. Hello, Fran
cis," she called to a man slight i'll figure
and hair who appeared in the doorway.
Ethel, what infamous scheme are you
and my little sister connecting now?"
Just simple, little entertainment for
tonight, Francis, and we are arranging
the menu"
What is the occasion of such fes-
tivity?"
Nothing especial answered Jean. u
am just going to ask Grace and Foster
and one or two Others We've been very
domestic lately and [ thought it was
time to liven things up"
THAT sounds very guileless, Jean, but
you are deep. So is your brother. He
sees in this brilliant entertainment a
means to snub poor old Mort"
Il don't know what you mean" re-
sponded Jean with hauteur.
eyes, you do; Mortimer told me to-
day what happened last night"
What did he say?" asked Jean eager
ly.
He told me that you lost your tenn
per and said all the mean things yor
could think Of l told him it was hare
to believe it of my calm serene, unruf
fled little sister. He replied that it wa:
just as astonishing to him, but on the
whole he was pleased, as it showed hin
you were human and vulnerable"
"Isr't he horrid?" exclaimed Ethel.
"How I hate him!" chimed in Jean.
Francis looked staggered.
Deliver me from a wOman's judg