Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1910-02-04

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. We'll. we have done it-sent
ont 400 cards. and who's been here
that anybody wants to see: This is
the secoud time we've gone to all this
trouble and expense for nothing and
nobody. aud IL you'll take my ADVICE II
will be the last
Mamma. Pitcher will hear" the girl
protested.
The mother bit grape from the
bunch. She deposited the skin and
stones In a Sevres vase Oh the marble
mantel.
phyllis. what did you have to pay
that musician" she asked.
well, his price is a thousand DOL
lars"
Good gracious" ,
But | got him for $3.50. promised
the Advance would help him."
Seven fifty for playing twice. ia
rather hear the band" Mrs. Nolan Dill
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"
"Tbere wasn't anybody" spoke
Phyllis, correcting her mother.
"Well. 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 1t in. mamma!
can't help it."
"Now. who's blaming you. childY'
consoled the mother. There. don't
cry. I'm not so disappointed about
myself, but | can't bear to see you
snubbed right and left. You are good
enough to go with any Of these people.
and you shall too. It's that newspaper
that's at the bottom OF 1t. People
won't have it, or us because OF 1t, and
| mean to tell your father so too. AND
that's why these at homes Is no
good"
"Are no good, mamma" tearfully.
"Well. are they? 1t would have been
better to put your $3.50 into suffra-
getting. That's what gets You in with
the right people-not that care to
vote. but don't want the men TO say
can't"
Sylvester Dolan interrupted the con-
versation between mother and daugh-
ter by appearing before them with his
bosom friend, Max Powell. who be-
lleved himself to have the makings OF
q master poet. 1t was with deepest
pride that the Nolan son presented
Powell. long haired. sallow fac and
seedily dressed. to his mother aid Sis
ter. Sallow faced? Indeed. his coun-
tenance had that slckly greenish yell
low hue that comes from long de-
vouring Of the muses. and long abb
stinence from the devouring Of food.
Hello. mammal he cried enthusi-
astically. Here's a friend Of mine I
want you to know-Mr. Powell, the
poet"
How do you do, Mr.. Powell? You
look as If 1t would be easy for you TO
write poetry. Do you know. poetry
Just sets me wildp'
Sylvester patted Powell on the back.
"Well. this lads going to make a
big noise in poetry l'ome day. Phyllis,
you must have heard of Powell. MY
sister. old man.
Won't you have cup Of tea, Mr..
PoweIl?" invited Mrs. Nolan, visibly
impressed 10y the presence OF q poet at
her home.
Powell started confusedly to utter
his thanks. He did not seem over
delighted at the Offer. ~.
Sylvester saw the difficulty. lea:
he exclaimed. "Absinth for Poweh!
Mrs. Nolan expressed her regret at
not having any absipth and left the
room. followed b. Phyllis, to arrange
for something for Powell to eat. POOR
fellow! He looks hungry" she WIS
pered to Phyllis.
Sylvester caught the poet by the
arm.
"One minute. POwow." he cautioned
"Be sure you don't mention anything
to the folks about my little actress
friend. don't, want. them to know