The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-07-09

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The group outside of the Yellow
Witch's tent shivered in agreeable an
ticipation. The Idler, who had just
gone out, was besieged by eager in
Quiries
rs she blood-curdling?"
What did she tell your"
Haven't you guessed who she is?"
The Idler sank exhaustedly into q
deck chair. Don't talk to me. / re-
Quire nourishing food and strong drink.
She Is terror, and this kind of enter
tainment is too strenuous for a garden
party"
"Oh, but do tell us,'' begged the
Bud. Does she tell you who you are
In love with?"
''Or who's in love with your" sup
plemented the Timid Man.
"Such a pity to quote Byron" re-
love is of mans life a thing apart ;
it's woman's whole exist"
Love" scoffed the Idler. "Man't
marked the Freckled Girl to a neigh
Dor. Dates you so, doesn't it?-more
than q bald head"
The Idler gasped Indignantly. AL
low me to tell you" he spluttered.
"Oh, another time" begged the
Freckled Girl, impudently. Just now
we can think of nothing but the Yellow
Witch"
Il have nothing whatever to tell you
about her." the Idler avenged himself.
"We must respect her incognito,
mimicked the Sharp Girl, loftily.
until we can tear it away" laughed
the Freckled Girl.
But a sense of honor" the Idler
protested
Bother interrupted the Bud.
Madeline will be out in a minute.
She'll tell u.s."
Doubtless" The Idler smiled nasti-
ly. and the Bud turned sparkling eyes
upon him.
"Are you daring to inslnuate,' she
asked, belligerently. that women are
without a sense of honor?"
The Idler staggered momentarily at
the shock of the impact, and the Timid
Man interposed a conciliatory "Oh, l
say"
The Diplomat smiled at the Bud.
''Dear young lady" he said. smoothly.
'isn't Ii too hot for so much heat ?
And don't we all know that In women
the sense of honor is a sixth sense?"
The Bud was appeased. "Of course
It is. That's all right, then"
The Idler gave an idle laugh.
whats the matter?' demanded the
Bud, suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing Only 1t was so neat"
"NeatT
"Yes. The sixth sense"
Then they all saw 1t except the Bud,
and there was ripple Of laughter.
81 don't know what you mean," she
cried, petulantly.
The Idler shrugged his shoulders.
There isn't a sixth sense, you know"
he drawled.
ooh" trembled the nipped Bud.
The flap OF the tent was lifted, and
the group fell upon the newcomer. "Oh,
Madeline, tell u.s.
The newcomer looked a little dazed.
my dears, she's uncanny. I've had
the time Of my life. The things she
knows about cne."
bad or good?' demanded the Sec
ond Girl. searchingly.
Both Whatever there is to know"
II daren't so ln,' said the Freckled
Girl, decidedly.
"You must; she's waiting they
chorused
Think of her as the Yellow Peril
It's more impersonal," soothed the Dip
lomat, as she held the flap up for her
WHO can she be?' marveled the
Bud. 1T must be some one In our
set, and yet-nobody is missing I'm
less-where's Mrs. Headley?"
I'm the rose garden, flirting with
Tony" supplied the Sharp Girl.
whoever she is, she knows too
much" the Idler volunteered.
"We haven't all got your stormy
past" the Diplomat reminded him,
blandly.
"Your turn next" some one informed
the Second Season Girl
"Oh," shuddered the emerging vic
tim, IT'S awful-nerve-sha
descrlbably grisly. The creature talks
In a whisper, too, all the time.
The flap fell behind the Second Sea
son Girl, and in the sudden gloom she
stood an instant irresolute.
"Over here. please" whispered the
Yellow Witch. and the girl went for
ward; looking curiously at the seated
figure. A yellow cloak, hood and mask
were as effectual disguise as an am
ateur photographers first snap shot.
"Your nameE demanded the Yellow
Witch.
'Oh, but ! thought you were going
to tell me things" the girl protested.
fippantly. Unwilllngly her voice sank
to a whisper. She made a mental note
of the fact that when whispered to you
cannot help whispering.
"Your name" repeated the Yellow
Witch.
"Alice Green"
The Yellow Witch assimilated the in