Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1910-02-26

had encircled its camp. Palatial in
size. the Nolan residence was equally
palatial in its furnishings. and only
the magic word from the magic lips
of a single member of the magic realm
of the nristocracy" was necessary to
send monogrammed coaches in long
lines to the Nolan doors, to ill the cost
ly rooms with distinguished faces. 10
ill to overnowing with happiness the
yearning heart of Mrs. Michael Nolan
But the word had not yet been spO-
ken.
1t was now late in the afternoon
at the Nolan home. Phyllis walked
across the drawing room, irritation
plainly marking her pretty pink and
white face. The music of string
orchestra stationed in the conserva-
tory ceased. She addressed a servant
who stood at attention at door at the
right which led to the dining room.
pitcher" she said discouragedly, Il
don't think any one else Will come, so
tell the musicians they can 60"
Yes, Miss Phyllis"
At this point Mrs. Nolan came storm
ing IN, carrying a huge bunch OF hot
house grapes in her hand.
pitcher, | noticed those caterer men
are drinking all the champagne. and
want it stopped" she ordered loudly.
Pitcher bowed and went out.
IF our guests won't come here to
drink It, at least we will drink 1t our
selves" Mrs. Nolan announced to Phyl-
lis. well. we have done tt-sent
out 400 cards. and who's been here
that anybody wants to see? This Is
the second time we've gone to all this
trouble and expense for nothing and
nobody, and If you'll take my advice 1t
will be the last"
Mamma. Pitcher will hear" the girl
protested.
The mother bit a grape from the
bunch. She deposited the skin and
stones in a Sevres vase on the marble
mantel.
'Phyllls. what did you have to pay
that musician she asked.
"Well. his price is thousand dol
lars"
Good gracious"
But | got him for $3.50. promised
the Advance would help him."
"Seven fifty for playing twice. II
rather hear the band" Mrs. Nolan pl
off another grape.
"You don't understand, mamma. EV
erybody's wild over that violinist'"
at seems there wasn't nobody wilt
enough TO come here"
''There wasn't anybody" spok
Phyllis. correcting her mother.
"Wen, was there?" retorted tn
mother as she dropped the grape ski
in another vase.
ooh, dear" Phyllis walled disconsC
lately as she seated herself before
small stand, don't rub it in, mamma
can't help it."
"Now, who's blaming you, child
consoled the mother. '"rhere, don
cry. I'm not so disappointed abou
myself, but | can't bear to see 20
snubbed right and left. You are goo
enough to go with any of these people
and you shall too. It's that newspape
that's at the bottom of It, Peopl
won't have it, or us because Of 1t. an
l mean to tell your father so too. An
that's why these at homes is II
good"
Are no good. mamma" tearfully.
"Well, are they? 1t would have bee
better to put your $3.50 into sutfr;
, getting. That's what gets you in wit
the right people-not that ! care
vote, but don't want the men TO sa
can't"
Sylvester Dolan interrupted the cor
versation between mother aud daugl
ter by appearing before them with hi
, bosom friend Max Powell, who bC
lieved himself to have the makings c
MASTER poet 1t was with deepcs
? pride that the Nolan son presente
Powell long haired, Sallow faced an
seedily dressed. 10 his mother aud sic
ter. Sallow faced? Indeed. his cour
. tenance had that sickiy greenish ye
, low hue that comes from long dc