Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-02-02
Cupid In the
Blizzard.
By CECILY ALLEN.
copyrighted, 1905 by Associated
Literary Press.

precedented November blizzard work
ed together for the good Of Roland
Baxter.
The Silver-Hess wedding was sched-
nled for Denver The absentminded
Mrs. Graves and the relentless biz
gard 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
pnd would she please have a ducky
krOck 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 a 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 rapldlty was as
amusing to her friends as it was be-
wildering to new acquaintances. Said
Mrs. Graves:
"Of course l can help you out. Ny
friend, Mrs. Baxter-you never did see
such clothes. by the way, didn't Mrs.
DAILY look like a trump at the club
meetlng Thursday Now, Mrs. Baxter,
my dear-did you ever hear worse
Eiolin music than we had on that pro-
gram? 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-
meath these same curling lashes, i'm
mediately decided that eyes, lashes
aud 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
NIL afternoon.
And at this instant the eldest scion
of the house of Baxter added earnest
iy: You'll surely find her here about 4.
DO come back. She would be sorry
to miss you"
Then by exerting all his viii 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
at must have been the place, and
her name is Baxter, but I'm afraid
her prices are way beyond me. She
must be dreadfully smart, and l sup
pose she has to go out late to thea
ters and things to see, the styles, but
she ought to be up by 10 o'clock.
Maybe she has a good forewoman.
Anyhow, l 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 a 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.
"No. 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.
ooh, dearw mourned Mrs. Baxter as
she laid down her magazine. 81 won
der what charity she represents"
Polly Hess paused, bewildered, in
the doorway Then, with a laugh
tinged with dismay and just a little
hysteria, she cried
"Oh. now I 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
"AIrs Graves! Do not say another
word | can say it for you. Mrs.
Graves admired a new frock l was
showing her yesterday. She asked me
for the address Of my dressmaker.
You asked her about a 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
ant In attitude and expression
"My son, Miss Do tell me your
name and stop for a cup Of tea" muir
INJURED Mrs. Baxter, eager to relieve
the girls embarrassment. Miss Hess?
My son. Roland, light the alcohol