Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1909-11-11


seems that they left home the last q
last month, and they've been all
through the British Isles, Denmark.
Holland, and Belgium, and they are
going to finish Europe and be home
the first of next month. She could
hardly speak for tears. She says Mr..
MerrIlegs made out the itinerary be-
fore they sailed and that they have
lived up to 1t every day except Just
one, when he ate some lobster cross
ing the Irish sea, and they lost a day
that night. She says they drive a
great deal, because they can hardly
walk any more, and that she doesn't
believe that there win be museum
or palace in Europe that they won't
be able to say that they have driven
by when they go home. She said they
had come to the Louvre to see what
pictures they wanted for their new
house, and that they never meant to
take more than 20 minutes for the Sc
lection, and that they had been there
an hour already. She felt badly be-
cause the itinerary had them visit
Notre Dame, the Eiffel tower as high
as the elevator goes, and Versailles
this afternoon. She said they wanted
to try and call on the American con-
sui, too, to ask about a masseur. She
said Mr.. Merrilegs said he thought II
they could get hold Of good masseur
and keep him right with them that
they could manage to rub through to
the end.
Edna and felt dreadfully sorry for
her; but there did not seem to be any
thing to do except look sad, and we
did that as heartily as we knew how
until in a minute or two Mr.. Merri-
legs hove In sight with funny little
Frenchman dancing round and round
him. Mr.. Merrilegs looked almost as
exhausted as his wife, and called Edna
by my name and me by hers. His
wife asked him II he' had ordered the
pictures, and he said: mo; / haven't
any more time to waste here. I've
given Claretie the paper with the
sizes Of the spaces marked on 1t, an
he's to go through and measure till
he finds a famous picture to match
each space" Mrs. Merrilegs sort OF
nodded family and said: But we
don't want any martyrs in the dining
room, you know" and her husband
said, Eyes, yes, he understands; and
he says he'll find a Susanna to fit your
bath, too" Mrs. Merrilegs stood up
then with q very audible groan, and
they both shook hands with US in a
way that quite wrung our hearts.
Then they limped away with the little
Frenchman spinning gaily about them
and we went on alone.
In the very next room we met MI
Chopstone. He was awfully glad to
see us, and said, with our permission
he'd join us; but as he seemed joined
anyway, we didn't even dream Of re-
fusing. He asked If we'd told uncle
about the Chatelet, and then we re
membered that we had forgotten. He
said he was so glad, because he
couldn't get any seats except baig
noirs, and they looked queer, because
no one can see you. He asked If we
would like to go to the opera instead
and we we're Just discussing 1t when
we turned a corner and ran right or
to Betty Burleigh and the red-haired
man. His name is Potter, and, did you
ever! They looked so upset that II
can't have been an accident, their be
ing together. But how coud they have
arranged It? II they didn't arrange it
why did they look upset? Betty had
on a bright green cloth dress and
violet hat, and the red-haired mar
heightened the general effect so much
that we moved on as quickly as pos
sible. Mr.. Chopstope said very round
": you'd better fight shy Of her,
think" and Edna said dryly: "of him
too. don't you think?" I waited 9
minute. and then said It seemed drol
| to think that If we we're all English
we'd be pleased to call poor Betty
typical American.
We came home when the Louvre
closed and found uncle back with his
feet on the comfortable. He had had
big FIRE built, for he said 1t gave
him chills to look at the nymph ovel
his bed. He had put In a true Merrl
legIan afternoon, having been to the
Palais de Justice. Sainte- Chapelle
Notre Dame, and driven by the HOte