The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1909-07-01


TAore elaborate than the ten guinea
one, and IL l had bought 1t ! shouIu
have worn It: said didn't see why
because a silly old Duchess chooses
to dress like a charwoman, that u
who do know how to put my clothes
on, should appear in a black cape
and elastic slde-boots."
.Then there's nothing more to be
said" l remarked as went out
I knew that Daphne's naughtiness
would bring on one Of mothers ner-
yous headaches. II ever we do any
thing she doesn't approve she always
INDUCES in one--I say INDUCES be-
cause generally we do what she wants
II we see signs of one coming on,
and deep In my innermost heart
think they are used as mild form
of birch now we are grown up.
But the afternoon Of the Bazaar
Daphne was really very heartless.
was sitting beside mothers couch In
the darkened drawing room bathing
her aching brow with eau de cologne
rags-for | could not go to the
Bazaar and leave her-when the door
opened and Daphne entered. She
wore her gray wisp, a slender, DELI
cate gown, which fitted her tightly,
and fell in wonderful folds about her
hips; her lovely face, with its sea
blue eyes and crimson mouth, was
Just rose flushed with excitement,
and on the sunshine Of her fair hair
the hat was poised.
"Goodby," she said, "and take
great care of mummie, Elizabeth"
Then the door closed softly, and
she was gone.
I'VE are utterly ruined" groaned
mother. ooh, II only l had obedi-
ent daughters; Daphne is really too
trying! And Mrs Howard Jones will
be there, dressed in a nurses uni
form, which is sure to appeal to the
Duchess at once. Oh dear, why did
MT Daphne wear her black serge and
a quiet haiti"
But Daphne Is quite charming"
I said, wringing out another rag and
placing it on the burning forehead,
land perhaps the Duchess will take
a fancy TO her"
MY dear" said mother, "do you
know that Her Grace has founded
twelve cots, and is president Of a
Girls Tract Society, and ever 80
many more things-she has two
grown-up sons she added thought
fully.
AT they are at the Bazaar it'll
be all right, said at once.
Mother sighed despairingly "oh.
men always admire her; It wouldn't
matter II she wore a sack as far as
they are concerned, but the Duchess
that is quite another matter"
1t must have been several hours
later when a taxi buzzed up to the
door, and a soft rustic with fra.
GRANGE OF white violets announced
Daphne's home coming.
She flung the drawing room door
open and tossed a great bouquet Of
pale pink roses on to a chair; then
she opened her arms with a dramatic
gesture and said;
ut is we'll"
"Good Ravens. child, are you
mad?" cried mother. How did It
go on? -No-dont tell me, I'm sure
it was dreadful. and she stopped up
her ears. Daphne ran forward and
knelt by the sofa she took her moth
er's hands determinedly in her own
soft ones. Now listen" she said,
while preach a little sermon. All,
how much wiser our dear, kind, silly
mothers would be IL they would leave
everything in the hands OF their
worldly, designing daughters.
"oh, don't keep US m suspense, 4"
almost shrleked poor mother; "tell
us the worst"
WELL" said Daphne, "to begin
I confessed l could not make a red
fanel jacket to save my life. The
Duchess said she was so glad, be-
cause she couldn't either; she said
she couldn't thread needles. We
talked about bridge, and the Duchess
asked me who made my gown. She
said l was a dear, and would you let
me go anC stay with her for the
shooting?" Daphne grew reminis-
cent. "Her son, Lord Mclean, was
there; he is rather a nice boy,V she
said musingly.
But Daphne, we thought 1
broke in; she motioned me to 81.
lence.
The Duchess and he and I had
tea together in a Jolly little tent, and
we laughed at all the funny philan-
thropic people. told them about