Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-02
coTT is my name-Tom Scott.

Colt is my name-Tom Scott. !
an, an unassuming diffident Amer
lean man. In the country where
woman rules rampant and man
acouiesces couchant, SO to speak,
know nv place, and / keep it,
Because of the mingled joy and terror
that the fair sex arouses IN me- woiiiaAi
has become my constant study. In Pieas-
ureville she reaches the zenith VI iei
glory at church festivals
Shall / ever forget the bazaar OF iAsl
December? 1t was pleasant TO go from
bachelors cherries room over of"s
store to a gayly garlanded hali' orisHt
with shifting colors and buzzinS VII"
chatter. And the reception committee
Mrs Brown, large, aristocfauc anu mn
posing. at their head-how they bore down
upon me and enveloped me- My old heart
warmed and expanded. That wicked
Mvra Galt, What was 1t she whispered
about Miss Virginia and fascinators ana
fancy tables? AS if every fiber of my be-
ing was not then concentrated upon
dear gentle face across the room, just
visible above a pile of fluffy. fuzzy, pink
nd-white-and- blue things piled up on a
counter. no" very "eS - '
every other port before seeking the haven
where i would be, and how disconcertlng
it was on arriving TO find myself lace 10
face with the irresistible. ubiquitous MSra
II am assistant saleslady here, she an
nounced. briskly. Now, then, colonel,
know YOU need fascinator. Miss VIZ
GINA made this blue one"
.Myra.' from Miss Virginia. protest
ingly.
well. he might buy one for his future
wife," dra wled Myra. Let me show MIN
the effect by trying it YOU, Miss Viz
cinia.''
"Myra." in horror-stricken accents.
I'm case of an emergency" l broke in,
cit is well to be provided with a fasci-
nator. / think-yes, 1 will take the blue
one"
Miss Virginia was under the counter
looking for something she could not find.
and had to give my money to Myra.
1t was Marcia Belknap who bore me off
to the supper table and talked to me while
j consumed edibles that meant present JOY
and future destruction. Marcia is Miss
Pleasureville last autumn with advanced
ideas. She is young. athletic and artistic,
is Miss Marcia and-may heaven forgive
the blasphemous utterance-she has the
manner of one who wears pants. 1t has
been my earnest endeavor to avoid think
ing of pants when I see her. and / remind
myself that my great-aunt Priscilla
taught me that ladies' feet are pinned to
the edge of their dresses, but it is all in
vain. ! see Marcia and / think of pants.
On the night of the festival her hand
some boyish face wore look of boredom
and she asked YEARLY:
Does nothing ever happen in Pleasure
Vile but festivals and fires?''
Nothing l answered promptly. THAT
is why I live here; / enjoy both festivals
and fires.
Well" said Marcia, II hate the festi-
walls. but / admit that 1 do enjoy the
fires"
shall l turn incendiary?" said l. gall
lantly, land put the torch to a stable, or,
better still. to a distillery?"
Now you are laughing at me, colonel
said Marcia, earnestly. Il mean to say
that the effect of fire in Pleasureville
is far more dramatic than it is in New
York; the rapid changing of the court
house bell, the wild shouts of that feeble
minded darky-"
"Oid Billy" / interjected.
Yes; and the sudden change from quiet
TO clamor. the exciting way YOU men pun
ropes, climb ladders and do yalorous deeds
Il long to be one OF YOU
My dear young lady, | said II see
you are full of surplus energy How will
you expend it in Pleasureyille?''
I'm sure j don't know" said Marcia