Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-06

Tantrums? Say, if she don't give lively
exhibition for the next few minutes, pacin
I'D and down the room like young lady
tiger durin' a thunder storm, snatchln
book off the table and chuckin' it into the
corner, bitin' her lips, stampin' her feet, and
buttonin' and unbuttonin her gloves as she
vent A hot show l was gettin' to sub
nit any explanations. But the first hull
there comes | Jumps in with the smooth
language. :.
Lovely lady," says I, eff you'll just lis
ten here a minute, perhaps l can"
81 won't, won't!" she squeals. You
go back and tell Mr.. Barnes that l don't
care when he comes. He won't find me here
when he does There! That's what you
can tell him, and"
VIELL, there's no tellin' what observa-,
w tions was comm next; for just then.
as luck would have it, in butts a party OF
the third part. I'd heard Jeems havin, an
other argument with some one at the door,
and was Just thinkin' how this must be his
busy day, when all at once some one an
nounces in good hearty voice:
There. there now! Can't hear her my
self? And if you won't tell her I'm here,
will. You can't bluff me- Pooh!"
And we both looks out into the hall in
time to see Jeems brushed UP against the
wall while in sails buxom, full chested,
high colored party with mush-bowi hat
we'll down over her ears and her elbows
stuck out aggressive. For 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. it wa mt on her
side of the fence. =,
Excuse my rushin' the inside guard.
says she, smilin' 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, wlnkln facetious
at me. "And l expect this here IS Mr..
Barnes?"
You're in wrong" says I. I'm doing
the goat act too
Which gives Mrs. Barnes chance to get
her breath back again. Pardon my Curl
osity," she remarks sarcastic; but who are
your" >,
"Why, I'm Mrs. Sam Brittman," says
the Jolly one. PLEASED to meet you. May
be you don't know Sam; but Ill bet you We
heard of him. No? Well, say. it was him
that landed Slat MCGEE, that slick Chicago
ONe~SN
postoffice work. Never had chain nlpper
on his wrists, that boy. until my Sam got
him right only last week. Uh-huh! Why,
the papers was full of it"
Really" says Mrs. Barnes, liftin her
eyebrows. 81 seem to be honored. po-
liceman's wife!"
But if the cuttin' part of that got over 1T
didn't have any effect. rounds. my dear,
puts in Mrs. Sam. Hes been rounds
man ever since year ago last May. And
now that he's had show to make good, he's
out for Lieutenant. See? That's where you
fit in, Deary," and with that she steps up
real friendly and kittenish to tuck stray
lock of golden hair behind one of Mrs.
Barnes little pink ears.
A ND you should have seen the look on
"A Mrs. Wadleigh H. Barnes face as this
happens! Maybe you We heard how she was
born on North Charles-st., Baltimore, and
was brought up in the swell country house
set down there, and graduated from that
into the Newport and Meadowbrook bunch
when she was married? So expect her OPP
portunities for minglin' with the Mrs. Sam
Brittman type had been some limited. And
she don't know whether to throw another
cat fit, or faint.
CT don't believe understand" she
gasps out.