Amador ledger., 1909-04-02
Cupid Ian the
Blizzard.
BY CEClLY ALLEN.


precedented November blizzard work.
ed together for the good Of Roland
Baxter.
The SilverHess wedding was sched-
uled for Denver. The absentminded
Mrs. Graves and the relentless biz
zard met in Chicago.
Polly Hess had recently moved to
Chicago, and when her brothers fan
Gee wrote that the wedding would oc-
cur directly before Thanksgiving day
and would she please have ducky
frocl1 of leaf green chiffon cloth to
wear as maid of honor Polly instantly
decided that Chicago was n very big
city and one in which n new dress
maker must be sought with discretion.
Upon her musings entered Mrs.
Graves, whose faculty for switching
from one topic of conversation to an
other with lightning rapidity was as
amusing to her friends as 1t was be-
wildering to new acquaintance. Said
Mrs. Graves:
"Of course l can help you out. My
friend, Mrs. Baxter-you never did see
such clothes. BY the way, didn't Mrs.
DAILY look like a trump at the club
meeting Thursday? Now, Mrs. Baxter
my dear-did you ever hear worse
violin music than we had on that pro-
gram7 Her address-oh, yes-672 Bou-
| levard. Dear child, however did you
train your lashes to curl like that"
An hour later Roland Baxter, look
ing into the wonderful violet eyes be-
medlately decided that eyes, lashes
and the owner thereof had dropped
straight from heaven.
The Baxter maid was standing In
the private hallway of the Baxter
apartment explaining to Polly Hess
that Mrs. Baxter was not yet up
| Would Miss Hess call later in the
day? Mrs. Baxter expected to be home
all afternoon.
And at this instant the eldest scion
of the house Of Baxter added earnest
ly: you'll surely find her here about 4
Do come back. She would be sorry
to miss you"
Then by exerting all his will power
he managed to stand perfectly still
and watch the violet eyed angel take
her departure.
Polly Hess walked through the
sharp November air, feeling oddly be-
wildered,
1T must have been the place, and
her name is Baxter, but Pm afraid
her prices are way beyond me. She
must be dreadfullys smart, and I sup
pose she. has to go out late to thea
tiers and things to see the styles, but
she ought to be up by 10 o'clock
Maybe she has good forewoman
Anyhow, I am coming back. Dear
me, it must be lovely to be able to
buy frocks without figuring on the
rent the dressmaker makes you help
to pay"
At $50 Roland Baxter strolled into
his mothers drawing room. The tea
things were arranged on convenient
table, but the afternoon lowered, and
guests would probably be few. Mrs
Baxter closed her magazine.
Anything wrong at the Office, Ro-
land?" she inquired.
mo. Just thought I'd knock off
It's a hideous afternoon downtown
and pretty women around a tea table
can make you forget the worst wealth
| err"
His astute mother was for once non
plused. Roland a willing sacrifice on
| the altar of her afternoon tea table!
And then the maid announced Miss
Hess.
"Oh, dearw mourned Mrs. Baxter as
she laid down her magazine. II Won
der what charity she represents"
Polly Hess paused, bewildered, in
the doorway. Then, with a laugh
t1nged with dismay and just a little
hysteria, she cried:
ooh, now 1 know there is some
thing wrong. Please, please forgive
me. I've made such a dreadful mis-
take"
Mrs. Baxter stood midway between
her chair and her flushed guest.
perhaps If you would EXPLAIN
Eyes, do let me explain. was
looking for a dressmaker, and Mrs.
| Graves
Mrs. Graves! Do not say another
word. 1 can say it for you. Mrs.
Graves admired a new frock I was
showing her yesterday. She asked me
for the address Of my dressmaker.
You asked her about dressmaker,
and she gave you my address when
she thought she was giving you the
dressmaker's. That's just like her"
The two women laughed in concert
and then suddenly paused. Both had
caught the rumble of masculine laugh
ter and realized that Roland had risen
and was standing, altogether expect