Los Angeles herald., 1908-07-12

a further horror we could hear the peo.j
pie getting into their places below, andI
hot house the Inner Sepulchre is. We
could hear the rumble of traffic outsid9
sometimes but we could not see any S SiIls oT
the earth beneath, or the waters under the
earth"
"I don't quite remember. think WeN
must all have waited-I know I did--foTl
the darkness to clear away. | felt aSf
would be all right presently if people toolSk
no notice and stood off from me, and
above all things, gave me air-plenty ON
from making an absolute exhibition o
myself. You know how. AshdoWn frlzzeSY
my hair for functions was frizzed an All
through my frizzes, and. while was star
ing and feeling, oh! so deathly sick; L wa
distinctly conscious that my hair Wva a(
we'll for it to stand on end-dghtenlng andG
dragging my eyebrows up and up, SO thatE4
1 must have looked like our Aunt Sally atl1
Mrs. Skittleworth laughed Historically,
and fluttered her very small hands
Young gent Gentleman S'i in blue cloak which
would have been useless on horseback or
in a high wind, a dead,-leaf silk throat
wrap, and sort of football jersey that wasE
doing duty as a shirt, threw himself down 4
on the divan and curled his legs into ESQ.
teric attitudes. Mrs Skittleworth shook
notes on the piano, and began as one IN
the middle of things generally
"And so, you know, they invented sor
of combination garment for the lower
fective If it isn't worn too long, especially
at the wristbands and round the neck; put
to wear there and you can get them for
one and seven-pence halfpenny IN west,
bourne Grove. And they come here ana i
do a lot of good, and they are called So
cia1ists. Of course the uniform confusesA
the sexes If it's a he, for instance, 1t
wearing its petticsoatts where It t. shouldn
wear a silk hat. But perhaps it's an eX
hibit and if we ask it"
us with unholy eyes from the lunch bal
"A woman who cannot be vulgar on oc-
casion does not know the meaning OF True
Department" said Mrs. Skittleworth. 'Y GU
should hear Mrs Dormil bullying her gov 4
erness And, where were we? on, yes
trope' I wanted to scream at the top OF
my voice, but it occurred to me that had
been standing up for untold ages IN theN
face of the house. So I sat down and
Tom began patting my hand in an aosent
minded way and saying, Poor little woI
was Was fearfuiiy iii and delrious on the other
Side of the World-no, 1 won't say how
many years ago-Tom used to sit by myN
same thing and whenever I would half
come to life was conscious of one hand
being patted and 'poored.' knew en-
dearment of that sort was not in place on
the box edge; but couldn't take my hand
away for all the world. wanted Tom as
/ have never wanted him in all my life-E
not even when they all thought was dy
ing And the dear boy patted my handL
bless himl He was as white as sheet
Then / began to think of mother, exactly
as a Frenchwoman would. | wonderedW
Where she was, and if this hideous dark
ness was her portion in the other world
and I wanted to step into 1t and md on
and drag her in across the edge or the
box. ! reflected that / should fall ON
somebody's head in the attempt, ana
laughed aloud horribly in one pathetlc
scene in the Zoetrope,' where the professor
tells the little lodging-house servant the
story of his life and his broken loVe,taie
and she cries and mops her face with the
duster. And then ! jumped, for L knew
all the house was looking at me, ana tnaI
upset the opera-glass and / heard 1t ran
and hit somebody below, and there was :
scuffe. and every eye in everybody's head
I knew was fixed on our unhappy, un-
happy box. That was the incident OF
laughter and throwing glasses about that
Mrs. Bletchley makes so much of. The
thing dropped into the dark as stone
into water"
"But why in the world didn't you all get
up and run out, or complain, or-or do
something's"
after the affair of the opera glass? /
Mrs. Skittleworths party romping in
hoy drumming gla laughing and then j