Norwich bulletin., 1909-09-29
IRE BULLETINS DAILY STORY
TRIUMPH OF GUSH

they got used to her. But they had to get used to her.
 Everybody has become so mummi- fled in conventionality that 1t IS frightful shock to have a person who is natural rush precipitately among others who are not. By natural IS meant enthusiastic. For some reason or other the less enthusiastic one be- comes the more well-bred one is sup posed to be. All the people who are passing the autumn at The Pines were excessively well bred.
 Just how well bred they were can be judged from Csntermark's com ment when he picked up the news paper and found that the north pole had been discovered. "Ah,D ne re- marked, evenly. Then, turning page he said: T see the Flicktons have returned from Europe and opened. their town house."
 Judge, therefore. of the mental dis array that ensued after Mrs. Dusen- bury arrived with six trunks, maid and a poodle. Mrs. Dusenbury was a widow who was reported by rumor to be 45. However, her bitterest enemy would have had to murmur sixteen" if placed on the witness stand and sworn to tell the truth as evidenced by Mrs. Dusenbury's peachy complex ion and youthful expression. Furth- CT. her fluffy hair was surpassingly golden.
 Mrs. Dusenbury bubbled, she efer- vesced, she liked everything and ev- erybody and liked them honestly, be- cause she couldn't help it. Mrs. Du- senbury had been born smiling on the universe and she would die wearing that same blithe smile.
 It is particularly annoying when some one else in your presence is ob- streperously happy while you yourself are grumpy. Therefore Mrs. Smith Jones, heretofore the arbiter of all social questions at The Pines, simply glared when Mrs Dusenbury fifteen minutes after her arrival, clasped her. absurdly dimpled hands, cast her eyes skyward and cried: "Oh, I'm simply going to love this place"
 'H'm!' Mrs. Smith-Jones had re- sponded. having received a disagree able letter that day. Are you, in- deed? How kind,'
 Mrs. Dusenbury then had turned frankly curious eyes upon her and nodded. t1 always love things" she said cheerfully, in explanation of her former remark, instead of writhing un- der her adversary's sarcasm.
  went into ecstacies over the Griscom girls crochet work.
 How perfectly loveIyl" Mrs. Du- senbury gurgled. Y never saw any thing SO sweet. You must be awfully clever to do such an intricate stitch!"
 Thank you" said the Griscom girl. doubtfuily. She was remember ing her bringing up and Mrs. Dusen-- bury hadn't been included in it.
 Mrs, Dusenbury swung away smiling and reappeared at the dinner hour breathless, with scratched hands and arms full of autumn branches.
 SAren't they simply exquisite?" she cried. Please get me that brass jar diniere," she carelessly commanded Cantermark. And he got it, though not for years had he done anything except press buttons and give orders.
 Mrs. Dusenbury liked the dessert. She admired Mrs. Griscom's style of hair dressing She told Cantermark that he had a great mind because he was reading Carlyle, and she adored great minds.
 Within three days everybody capit- ulated. Everybody always did capit- ulate to Mrs. Dusenbury. possibly be- cause she never expected them to do otherwise. While some of them, nota- bly, Mrs. Smith-Jones, insisted they did not like her or approve of her, they were forced to admit that she did not put it on."
 But all the guests held their breaths when it was announced that fleming ton Wayne was coming again to The Pines for a rest. Now, Remington Wayne is a very great man indeed everybody has read his novels and calculated his income--and The Pines habitues besides this knew that he was Gao w-frf n4.~s1 Narr1H nervous If he had not been so great they would have said he was just plain cranky and disagreeable.
 When he came everybody trod soft ly He disliked having his thoughts interrupted and abominated small talk and wanted to be let alone. He hated adoration and loathed admirers and above all he simply couldn't tolerate conversation about his books. He came to The Pines to get away from his writing table. The Pines was very proud of Remington Wayne and extremely careful to carry out his wishes. Therefore an anguished si- lence fell when Mrs. Dusenbury effer- vesced when he was presetned to her.
 MT. Wayne" she repeated. Not .Mr. Remington Wayne? Not really2 Why, how perfectly lovely to meet you. I've heard of you so many years, of course, and I never dreamed I'd be lucky enough to know such a distinguished author Now, tell me just how you thought up that queer story about the evil eye and the auto mobilei"
 Remington Wayne under his griz- zled brows metaphorically shot fire from his eyes as he glared down at Mrs Dusenbury. What he found him. self gazing at was most enthusiastic, boaming face all pink and white and dimpled, and two brown eyes that glowed with the soft assurance of one who is always favored by fortune. His glare changed into cough.