New-York tribune., 1908-02-16
CONGRESS WIFE
CohrrgI TouD
Confined from D4gs 70

IN the Secretary's home town etc, etc. Miss
Gavlord was smiling cordially and giving her
undivided attention to the candle shades on
the dining table beyond
d" How very enlightening'' | suggested.
when the tail of the tourist comet had passed.
Isn't it, thought she laughed Earlier
in the afternoon | made myself into an expert
mental station. and Selzing each guest by the
hand. said first and fervidly that was charmed
to see them. that the day was lovely, that |
had thrown my father out OF the window that
morning and that they would find chocolate
and punch and kind friends in the next room;
and, she finished gaily, ten people passed
before anything aStrav was discovered IN my
greeting.
Such pretty girl who had evidently been
assisting in the dining room came up Just
then and slipped her hand into Miss Gaylords'
at her side
oh. Reba. Reba. why didn't YOU come
when l signaled awhile ago. mourned the
Was that what YOU were shaking YOUR
head about Why, | thought you wanted
me to give more attention to that old man l
was serving, He IS a very important poll
tician. isn' hee" pleaded the girl charmingly.
important That historic afternoon-call
rounder2" exclaimed Miss Gaylord, maintain
ing her pretense of disaPProvaL Why. my
dear, when your mother was wearing sack
aprons over in Georgetown convent. Arnold
Terry was going about in these same gray
gloves and frOck coat, seeking whose punch and
cakes he could devour, and what delicious
Young woman he could convince OF his m
fluence over the Electoral College III favor OF
her hosts presidential aspirations And here
| was holding Reggie D'Orsay, the only eligible
man in the diplomatic corps. firmly by the
hand and wireessing you TO trOt up and meet
fate halfway. And the worst OF 1t Is the
youngsters must have suspected cradle snatch
ing designs in my fervid greeting. for he side
stepped his good by and forgot his walking
stick IN his anxiety to escape the clutches of
a old maid hostess. Truly do | sympathize
with Squatting Bull in her matchmaking dis
couragements III marry at sight the next
man she maneuvers for my benefit, just to be
obliging.
But, by the way Squatting Bulls last
consultation with me was hardly about the
heart She found | was playing bridge at the
German Embassy yesterday morning, and
didn't she call me up there to ask whether
Paris London would be the best place to
buy a hair switch, as she thought of going
abroad next MONTH | had to be serious.
when was dying to suggest that she persuade
the Presidents youngster to pull out the tail
Of his calico pony and get better match than
I'd seen her wear And of the
other people at nv table looked as if thev'd
been on a weeks diet of twopenny nails when
| came back and | had to lose the price of
several annexed CoIttureS before Mrs. Senator
Small would stop holding up her lOrgnon like
a tomahawk and calling me Mrs. Gaylord.
You We no idea. Eta, how fascinating Miss
Gaylord Is, but even through her clever tirade
| could not help feeling what a crazy life this
Is in Washington At least it very uprooting
to q new Congressman wife
A FTER Miss Gaylord'S | found my way to
where the lighted windows of Secretary
Shumway'S modest house blinked at me in a
seemingly homelike appeal. The interior too
had coy suggestion of The Young Man
and the Home" and there were two of the.
Secretarys children in the hall, helping the
Jolly companion of my mornings quest of
with his coat
Lost any trife like a six-foot husband7''
he asked. with a smile as boyishly friendly as
the youngsters at his side
Lost him again | affirmed
Have you looked behind the statuary1'
he inquired
He's gone farther than that this time He
showed a yard of railroad ticket with the
destination punched. | replied with appro-
pirate gloom
A sort of prearranged vanishing," he sug-
geSted
Yes. personally conducted by Mr. Tcalc.-
argued.
on well. then. We needn't worry When
the last trumpet call comes. | intend to grab
for De Witt Tcae's coat tails. confident that
lirIPible balloon could nm str.i,rI,.r