Los Angeles herald., 1908-07-12

so am l." said, Jelly. You made a
box party, and by all accounts you all
behaved abominably. You dropped opera
glasses on the heads of the bald, you
that the entire house stopped to look at
you, and you, overcome by shame, left at
the end of the first act-weeping."
This" said Mrs SkittleWorth, pensiVe-
ly, sis the hand of Mrs. Bletchley. She
learn?"
more. Not one of your guests would
speak. Geissler, who can dabble about
founders shares by the hour, was dumb.
Skittleworth told me that had better re-
to speak to, and the Evans boy declares
that it was a most enjoyable evening, but
that you all left because the play was dull.
It's the best play in London. What was
the catastrophe? Everybody is wanting
to talk about it, and no one knows any
ten days-surely that's long enough. Tell,
and I'll carry the Evans boy off through
the roof, if 1 can't smuggle him out any
other way"
"Did any one tell you it was Toms
fault?" began Mrs. Skittleworth, cautious
ly, one eye on the door and the other on
the iron-work exhibits.
"They said Singleton gave the party
HE did not. 1t was that man Geissler
the Chicago Jew. Ugh! Tom. and he
sive founders shares whatever those may
be. Things that grow up in night out
of nothing and are sold by telegraph l
hate Geissler. could never send him any
thing at dinner without hoping that the
fat, or the drumstick, or the stuffing would
choke him, and then I would never have
the Inner Sepulchre. I know the shame
full story now, but it almost reconciled me
to the man for the moment-the very best
box in the Inner Sepulchre-a flve-guinea
hot "a ted hOrdaS-nOSi-
tive hordes. Do you know that he got 1t
for twenty five shillings? That was his
ineffable meanness."
But a Chicago Jew is not always
mean?" l adventured :.
''Then he was a Levantine dragoman; |
thank you for that. His father hauled
mids for pence. And the worst of 1t is
that he doesn't look like Jew, and ne
ought to- We provided the dinner-he the
box"
Mrs Eva Van Agnew, the younger sis
ter, and Geissler; both in one cab-tWo;
Tom and -four; and Miss Dormil and the
Evans boy-six. That was all. 1 never
allow fortuitous concourse of atoms at my
table; and, besides, we have no extra leaf
in it. / had Immense trouble in cajoling
Mrs. Dormil to let her daughter go alone.
She wished to assist. Heaven knows,
despise her as honorably as despise most
women; but when she strips for FESTIVITIES,
/ always think that she should be hidden
from the wise and prudent and'-how does
it go? She makes me feel very undressed;
with draughts blowing all over me- And
you know, you can't say: Won't you put
a Counterpart over your shoulders, you
dear fat thing?" So they dined, and L
was glad, because 1 know neither of the
young people would remember what they
ate-they were in that stage; and Geissler
was talking founders shares to Tom and
Eva Van Agnew was trying to talk to, me
and watch Geissler at the same time
Geissler wouldn't throw a word to her
There must have been quarrel In the
cab" 1877
Miss Dormil and the Evans boy?"
because he had inflicted himself upon T2a
me four twilights out of the seven; He
would arrive at half-past four, and stay
till half-past six, telling me that Miss
Dormil was an angel and he was rutflan,
and did I think Mrs. Dormil could be
brought to overlook his unworthiness? L
liked it own l liked it immensely, even
when he repeated himself for the twentieth
time. and used to smash my drawing room
ornaments trying to make clear the In
tensity of his feelings oh, it's relief to
catch young man devoid of nerves and
the less honorable emotions, who does not
talk cheap French novels. and knows eX.
actly what he wants, and is humble ABOUT
it, He confessed all his little sins In the
past to me, and I know exactly how his
fut,lre is going to be arranged. and there