Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1910-02-03

size, the Nolan residence was equal.
palatial in its furnishings. and onl.
the magic word from the magic lip
Of single member Of the magic realm
Of the aristocracy" was necessary {,
send monogrammed coaches In Ionl
lines to the Nolan doors. to I'LL the cost
~ rooms with distinguished faces. t
oil to overlooking with happiness tho
vearning heart OF Mrs. Michael Nolan.
But the word had not vet been spo
ken.
II 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 Il servant
who stood at attention AT door mt the
right which lea to the dining room.
Pitcher" she said discouragedly, IL
don't think any one else will come. SO
tell the musicians they can go"
Yes. Miss Phyllis"
At this point Mrs. Nolan came storm
ing in. carrying 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 it our
selves" Mrs. Nolan announced to Phyl-
lis. We'll. we have done it--sent
out 400 cards. and who's been here
that anybody wants 10 seei This is
the second time we've gone to ali this
trouble and expense for nothing and
nobody. and if you'll take my advice IL
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.
Phyllis. what did you have to pay
that musician" she asked.
We'll his price is a thousand dol
lars"
Good gracious!"
But | got him for $50. | promised
the Advance would help him."
Seven fifty for playing twice. Id
rather hear the band" Mrs. Nolan bit
of another grape.
you don't understand. mamma. Ev-
erybody's wild over that violinist."
at seems there wasn't nobody wild
enough TO come here"
There wasn't anybody" spoke
Phyllis. correcting her mother.
"W'el. was there?" retorted the
mother as she dropped the grape skin
in another vase.
"Oh, dear" Phyllis walled disconso-
lately as she seated herself before a
small stand. don't rub it in. mamma!
can't help it,"
Now. who's blaming you, child?"
the mother. There. don't |
'ry. I'm not so disappointed about
myself. but | can't bear to see you
right and left. You are good |
enough to go with any of these people |
md you shall too. It's that newspaper !
hats ut the bottom Of it. People
won't have ii. or us because Of il. and
mean to tell your father so too. And
hats why these 'at homes is nc
'ood."
Are 10 good, mamma" tearfully.
"Well. are they! Ii would have beer
'etter to put your $50 into suffra
citing. That's what gets you in with
he right people-not that ! care 10
e. but don't want the men to say
can't"
sylvester DOlan interrupted the con-
'rSation between mother and daugh-
r by appearing before them with his
)som friend. Max Powell. who be-
wed himself to have the markings of
master poet. 1t was with deepest
'idp that the Nolan son presented
DWELL. long haired. Sallow faced and !
eddy dressed. 10 his mother and sis
r. Salow faced: Indeed. his coun-
nance had that sickly ereeniSh vel.
W hue that comes from long de-