The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-02

I'd take cheese-cloth curtains and
peace. rather than Russian lace and
worry"
A voice. proceeding from a baby Vic
toria which at that moment drew up
to the. curb, Interrupted her musings.
The occupant was a young woman,
deliberately groomed and gowned, who
evoked an instantaneous vision of hair
dressers, manicures, corsetieres and
modistes. all of whom had done their
best. Nothing was left to the imaeina-
ton. But though she was palpably a
chef d'oeuvre and had the air of know
ing it, her satisfaction had apparently
grown stale and her manner was nerv-
Gus and restless
Get in, George, I was about to call
for you. I've a lot to tell you. I'm on
the road to the tailor's now, but we can
chat on the way"
Miss Brant knew from experience
what the chat would be like, and her
refusal was prompt.
ITO the tailor's on day like this
not I, Mamie. You forget that a young
thing like me must have sunshine and
fresh air. How's Fred?' she asked
suddenly, noticing the expression of the
others face. Everything lovely, 1
hope?"
Mrs. Carew shook her beautifully
groomed head, and then gave shrug
expressive of a weary indifference to
Fred and his affairs.
you won't Gomez" she queried.
well. goodbye. I must be getting
along ! don't see why you want TO go
to the park at this hour There'll be
nobody there but nurses and children
AS the carriage rolled away Georgi-
ana drew a sigh Of relief Mamie was
a shallow little creature. Still, a hus-
band with a seemingly unconquerable
penchant for soubrettes must be some-
what trying.
And / don't wish / were you," was
the thought she sent after the rapidly
disappearing carriage. Il think 1 pre-
fer the incompleteness of .spinster-
hoodr'
She kept her face turned toward the
park, rejecting that there were still
two friends on the way, who might feel
the spring as she did and have a little
leisure just to live. AS she pushed the
button of the electric bell at the first
place, she became aware of a quickened
interest in the outcome of her call. The
affair had suddenly assumed the aspect
of a balancing of accounts between the
lot of the married and the unmarried
woman, and the zeal of the sociologist,
bent on original research, burned with
in her. Hitherto, she had tiloughtless-
~ accepted the common view that there
is nothing to be said on the old maid
side of the question, except possibly
TOO badi' She now held her judg-
ment suspended, approaching the sub
ject in an admirable spirit of investi-
cation.
Hello, Marion" she called gayly,
poking her head in the door of her
friends sitting room. The stout figure
bending industriously over a desk on
the opposite side OF the room turned
toward her.
ooh, George-glad to see you. Come
in and don't mind if seem distraught,
for I'm worried to DEATH
Miss Brant seated herself on the arm
of a chair, to emphasize the fleeting
nature to her visit, and faced her friend
with broad, knowing grin.
"Fiddlesticks, Why should you be
worried to death-a lady with a lux
urious home, a fine husband and two
STRAIGHTFORWARD sons? What is it that
you find worth worrying about on a
morning like this? Let one of the
servants worry for you and come up to
the park with me-"
Mrs. Parker sat back in her chair.
allowing the hand that held the pen to
drop at her side, while she stared at
Georgiana with plying amazement for
fully a moment before replying
How little you know about life.
George, considering your age" was her
judicious comment.
Georgiana WINGED. Here it was again,
the hateful and absurd question of age
that had logged her since early morn
ing, doing its best 10 take the light out
OF life. Then and there she made a
gallant resolve to fight it to the end.
Must you consider nay age?" she in
quired demurely. Because I'd rather
you wouldn't 1t doesn't seem alto
gether gracious"
Here you are''-Mrs. Parker went
on inexorably-"35. shall we say?-and
you don't seem to have the sgihtest
understanding of married woman's
responsibilities"
TN trying to learn" ventured her
caller meekly
This morning. for instance" the ma
iron resumed calmly, you don't see
any reason why 7 can't put on my
things and idle away the hours in the
park, just because spring has come
Spring"-her voice rang with disdain.
What is spring to a woman whose
husband is giving stag dinner at
which everything must be impeccable
whose butler has just been taken ILL.,
WIN iiiuSl WTltc tuli INSTRUCTIONS Tor the
new man, get candle shades, call at"
With her fingers to her ears and
laughter ripping her face, Georgiana
was tiptoeing from Their DOM.
Poor martyr," she threw over her
shoulder as she disappeared.
Her last hope lay in Nettie Gordon.
Nettie was somewhat different from
the others. impractical enough, X
seemed to Georgiana, to see that the
elusive claim of the first spring day
might outweigh more substantial
things, AT the Gordon, residence she
was directed to the nursery
Mrs. Gordon was seated in a low
chair, with her back to the door, As
Georgiana entered she caught sight of
round. downy head lying in the bend
of her friends arm. Nettie was a gen.
uine mother, not content, like most of
the mothers of their circle, to Select
handsome clothing for her offspring
and let underlings provide the real
motherhood
In answer to Georgiana's whispered
greeting, she turned her head and
smiled a welcome.
II don't need to ask murmured the
caller. II know from your tired face
that the baby's been sick again."
The mother nodded, putting out her