New-York tribune., 1910-11-06
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR NOVEMBER .,
Who Helped Waddy Kick In
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not wordl He's d wretch! And you're
wretch! He shall pay for this. III not
stand it, l won't No no, nol'
Tantrums? Say, If she don give q lively
exhibition for the next few minutes, pacin
I'D and down the room like Young lady
tiger durin' thunder storm, snatchIn'
book off the table and chuckin 1t into the
corner, bitin' her lips, stampin her feet, and
buttOnin and unbuttOnin her gloves as she
went! A hot show | was gettin 10 sub
nit any explanations. But the first lul
there comes 1 Jumps in with the smooth
language.
Lovely lady" says I, if You'll Just lis
ten here minute, perhaps l can
81 won't l won IT, she squeals. You
go back and tell Mr.. Barnes that / don't
care when he comes. He won { find me here
when he does There! That's what YOU
can tell him. and
WELL. there's no tellin' what observa-
tiOns was comm next; for lust then,
as luck would have it, in butts party or
the third part. I'd heard Jeems havln an
other argument with some one at the door,
and I was lust tninkin how this must be his
busy dav, when all at once some one an
nounces in q good hearty voice:
There there now, Cant l hear her my
self And if YOU won't tell her m here.
will You cant bluff me. Pooh!
And we both ks out into the hall IN
time to see Jeeus brushed up against the
wall. while in sails q buxom, full CheSted,
high coiored party with q nush-bowl hat
we'll down over her ears and her elbows
stuck out aggressive. For q minute She
looks us over, while We takes stock of her;
but if there was anyone OF the three that
didn t feel perfectly at home, 1t wa n { on her
side of the fence.
Excuse my rushin' the inside guard,
says she, snilin generous and good natured;
but ! stood about all the hot air from that
man of YOURS l could use. It's Mrs. Wad-
leigh Hilton Barnes. amt it,
And all Mrs. Barnes could do was to gasp
out that it was.
Thought YOU was actin like YOU was to
home, even If YOU did have your things all
on, SAYS the stout party wInkln' faCetiOus
at me. And | expect this here is Mr..
Barnes
You're in wrong" says I. I'm doing
the goat act too
Which gives Mrs. Barnes a chance to get
her breath back again. Pardon my curl
OSlty, she remarks sarcastic but who are
you2
"Whv. I'm Mrs Sam Brittman," saws
{
be YOU don't know Sam; but I'll bet YOU We
heard OF him. No: Well say, 1t was him
that landed Slat AlcGee, that slick Chicago
crook that's been dom all this upstate
postottlce work. Never had Il chain nipper
on his wrists, that boy, until nv sam got
him right only last week. Uh-huhl Why,
the papers was full of it.
Really" says Mrs. Barnes. Hftin' her
! eyebrows. i seem to be honored. y po-
hceman WIFE
But if the cuttin' part of that got over, it
didn't have any effect. Rounds. nv dear"
puts in Mrs. Sam Hes been rounds
man ever since a year ago last Nav. And
now that he's had show 10 make good. he's
out for Lieutenant. Sec That's where YOU
fit in, Deary, and with that she steps up
real friendly and kitteuish to tuck stray
lock OF golden hair behind one of Mrs.
Barnes little pink ears
a ND YOU should have seen the look on
l. Mrs Wadleigh II Barnes face as this
happens! Maybe You e heard how she was