The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-11-11
rubbing a fold of the material

in the public hall, scalloped along the
edges it is true, but nevertheless, only
tissue paper Real chairs, tool Chairs
with cane seats and good thigh backs
in one of which Miss Sally Sloane
promptly deposited her plump person,
| breathing gratefully:
Praise be! I'd rather have half a
dinner with whole back than a whole
one with none!"
But the others held aloof, but Mrs.
Wells clutching at the matron's arm
and warning her excitedly: This amt
any fifty-cent dinner, Miss Timpkins!
It's seventy-fver! My nephew, Pc
| ter Rawdon-" and Miss Timpl1ins
spoke hastily:
pay"
You don't pay penny" reassured
the colonel. mot a penny! It's a
treat!"
Miss TimplSins gasped. Mrs. Wells
gasped They all gasped.
But Mrs. Wells was the first to re-
cover her speech, and exclaimed "A
treat! A treat! Do you hear, ladies'?
Colonel Pepperlees treating us!" and
beaming joyously upon the colonel, she
| bobbed courtesy.
Thank you, colonel! Thank you
kindly"
mot at all! Not at ALL" said the
proprietor. his rosy face quite pale with
CONSERVATION.
"'Twan't me- Twas an order from
the city. A telephone order"
A chug ard whir outside interrupt
ed the colonel; he almost ran to the
door. There was an anxious question,
a satisfactory reply, and the next in
stant he ushered in tall young man,
a young man with pleasant gray eyes
and clean -shaven, dimpled chin, es-
corting an old lady in purple foulard
gown, a black chip bonnet trimmed
with violets, and lace veil swinging
jauntily ovesbne shoulder, a ponder
Gus old lady with curly white hair
and sparkling black eyes and a coun-
tenance aglow with happiness and
heat.
"Why-ee! It's Sarena?" cried Mrs.
Wells. Serena Dodd! How come you
here?'
In an automobile!" affirmed Mrs.
Dodd, raptuously. I'm an automobile!
A lovely low one! l slid into it slick's
a whistle Twas him." nodding to-
ward her companion, brought me. We
flew like Old Nick was chasing us, and
l want scared mite"
She surveyed the table joyously.
'My suzzy me! Amt it elegant? Cow
cumbers and cracked ice, Bermudy
onions and celery, plum brow bread
and white biscuit! Ah-hh-h!" Mrs.
Dodd would have smacked her lips had
it been quite lady like.
"And it's all my party! He said
so. Set you down, ladies, and make
yourselves to home" Hospitality.
| ''Leastwise," with a glance at Miss Sal
ly Sloane, those of you as amt done
it already! Samanthy Wells, you
quickstep it right over here. Miss
Timpkins, you look out for Mrs. Prem
dergest. She's new and she's bashful,
and won't get mouthful less you
tend to her. Now, now, now!" severe
ly, perceiving that the matron was
about to speak. This amt any time
for probing into things. l want my
dinner"
Then the walters swarmed in, and
it was hot clans here and hot clans
there, and more hot clans. There WIS
a clatter of dishes and hubbub of
tongues and presently Mrs. Dodd's as
tonished accents scared high above
the din as she gazed dismayed at the
young man beside her:
You poor lamb! Where were you
raised? Massey sakes You don't eat
clans with fork! Just you watch me.
You open the shell, SO. You pull out
the clam, so. You dip in into melted
butter, SO. And you bite it off, So
Now you try"
And beneath the sympathetic con-
temptation of eleven pairs Of eyes her
pupil endeavored to show that he had
acquired the art.
There were chowder and Holsters and
clam fritters and broiled bluefsh and
fried tautog, green corn, watermelon,
Indian pudding and whipped cream,
pineapple sherbet and little frosted
cakes.
TO think, oh, to think" sighed Miss
Sally Sloane, "of having money enough
to pay for a feast like this!"
She carefully polished her sherbet
saucer with scrap Of one Of the lit
tie frosted cakes of which she had eat
en- greater number than she would
have wished to count. Then, peerine
over her glasses at the long expanse
of table, she whispered to her right
hand neighbor triumphant, We've
eat every speck of the sherbet, but,
disappointedly, there's a round doz-
en of those darling cakes left YETI
Mrs. Dodd, too, had been cycling the
table. "Samanthy Wells!" she cried
Your ma and mine taught us always
to remember the absent. Where's that
brown paper and string you were SC
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