The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1910-02-10
Cicely' S Cure.
By Katharine Canulh,


Richmond with a lazy laugh. 81 don't
70 around Dragging about it, but I'm
not exactly a weakling,
Cicely shifted. She had recently
taken up socialism as a fad. Her fads
seldom lasted long, but she made up
in energy what she lacked in persis'
tency, and Just no wshe was filled with
a fine scorn Of the monopolistic class
of which Stenton Richmond was an eX-
ample
Il don't believe it," she said with
a toss of her head. "Seeings beiey-
ing"
You wait" he said darllly. Just
you wait and see Meanwhile, | sup
pose you're going to say no again on
the plea that | cannot support my
self, let alone you"
Cicely nodded sagely.
Miss Perllman says that no girl
should trust a man to support her
when he cannot support himself"
Miss Perkman was the local leader
Of the socialistic cult and Richmond
mentally expressed an opinion Of her
teachings that would not have fat
tered her had she known.
But he saw that there was no use
arguing further with Cicely. She was
rooted in her fad. He rose and turned
away.
You'll come early tomorrow" she
called after him. He half turned at
the gate,
Perhaps" he said, and went down
/ the street, leaving Cicely dazed. U.s.
ually 1t was he who begged for the
privilege Of coming early that he
might steal half an hour with her
alone before the other guests arrived
Cicely was fond Of Richmond, but
her varying beliefs had such an un.
| pleasant way Of discouraging matri.
mony and she could not be false to
her standards. She shook her head
a little sadly and went into the house.
or course, Richmond would come ear
ly to the garden party. He always
did.
But for once Richmond stayed away.
Charlie Luscombe, coming late, dash
ed up the walk, broad grin upon his
face
Have you seen Richmond?' he de.
manded of his hostess. 81 say, it's the
greatest lark"
Il have not seen Mr. Richmond to-
day." said Cicely, coldly
He's right across the street." ex.
I
In fact"
whats that?" asked Tom Hebron,
coming up
"Sten Richmond on the stone pile"
laughed Luscombe. He's right across
the street, Must be a bet or some
thing"
Hebron raced down the walk and
across the street, Presently the rest
Of the guests followed and gathered
about Richmond, who, in his old
clothes, straddled a pile Of broken
stones.
Cicely was the last to join the crowd
and the only one who realized the
meaning of the trick.
Sorry, couldn't come to your par
ty," cried Richmond, but | had a
bet than | could earn an honest days
wages. I'm holding out pretty well.
"You ought to be ashamed of your.
SELF" scolded Cicely. And on the da,
Of my party Of all times"
"The better the day the better thu
deed" he quoted. 10 do not believe IL
hiding my light under a bushel."
you needn't let 1t shine forth from
the rock heap" she scolded, I'm
ashamed for you, STEM"
Let no manor woman-be asham
ed of honest toll" he detained ora
cularly. That's one of Miss Peak
mans pet texts. I'm getting right il
line for radical socialism"
'If you stop now, you will still hav,
time to dress and come to the party,
urged Cicely.
II know it," he agreed, "but it's
a day or die with me- 1 want to SHOW
that my muscles are useful for some
thing more than track athletics. II
be over this evening"
Indeed you won't" declared Cicel.
with asperity. Il shall not be a
home"
practice what you preach" h
warned. Don't preach about the no
bility of labor and then refuse to re
ceive the laborer.'
Il think you're perfectly horrid,
declared Cicely,
"And / looked for commentator,
he answered in mock surprise.