Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1910-12-02
Mr.. CIammington
Louise was entertaining her first

around Louise. but this was different.
The boys" had always been in and
out with tennis rackets and golf clubs
and had called her Lou" and helped
themselves to freshly baked cookies
out Of the family cooky jar in the
pantry and all concerned had enjoyed
themselves laughingly and hugely.
But this youth was attired in even
ing clothes, which did not appear to
bother him in the least. He had
handed his card to the maid and had
waited in state in the reception room
while the startled Louise, through the
open double doors of the library, re-
ceived the bit of pasteboard.
"Cecils cousin from Boston-met
him at her dance" she whispered to
her mother.
In another minute she was saying:
How do you do, Mr. Clammington?"
in rather a shaky voice.
She was disappointed because she
evidently expected her to shake hands
with him. Not that Louise was unac-
customed to social usages, but the
boys" never shook hands when she
met them. A sensation of strange
ness enveloped her as she sat down
across the room from him and tried
to act natural. Her loss for words
was amazingly new and unusual, be-
cause the joyous noise that her daugh-
ter's boy and girl friends could make
when they convened at Louise's house
usually made her mother flee upstairs
in search Of peace.
Tonight, however, after she had
been presented TO the correct young
man. Louise's mother did not flee
farther than the library, for it did not
appear she would be distracted from
her book by the volume of the con-
versation. In fact, the quiet was
painful. Mr.. Clammingtons youth
possibly was the excuse for his pau
city of ideas, but lack Of years never
before had kept Louise quiet.
Il was afraid" said Mr. Claiming
ton, that this might be pretty soon
to call after the dance. but"
"Oh, no, not at ALL" said Louise.
Il did want to call" persisted Mr..
IL was so glad you
told me might"
Il am glad" said Louise politely,
II trihe vaguely. Wasn't ii lovely
dance?"
Just lovely" agreed Mr.. Clam
mington. II don't know when I've
gone to a dance that was-er-loye-
lier.'
Cecil always does give such love
Iy parties" said the young woman,
sitting painfully stiff in the mahog-
any chair.
Does she?" inquired Cecil's cous-
In.
"Oh, she F,ssrtainly does!" said
Louise. I think she is the sweetest
girl"
"Oh, l don't know" said Mr.. Clam
mington with daring. DO you like to
dance?"
81 love to-" asserted Louise.
"You are a beautiful dancer" said
Mr.. Clammington.
"Oh, mercy, MOI" protested Louise.
Mr.. Clammington nodded with con-
viction. "Yes, you are" he said,
firmly.
"Oh, my, no." repeated Louise.
That is just fiattery, because you are
such an elegant dancer yourself!"
"You really don't think so?" urged
Mr.. Clammington.
"Yes, | do" said Louise. "All the
girls say SOL"
"Do they?" asked Mr.. Clammington.
THAT Is nice-but I'm glad you think
so. Do you ever go to Boston?"
"Ive never been there" confessed
his hostess.
"Oh, you must come to Boston,
said Mr.. Clammington. Il should
lust love to have you come to Bos'
ton. You'd like 1t. We have fine
dances there. Don't you think you'll
come TO Boston this year?"
81 can't really tell" said Louise.
I'm going east to school"
81 hope you'll come to Boston" re-
peated the young man. you remind
me so much OF girl | used to know.
You look just like her. 1t is prefectly
"why, think that is wonderful"
said Louise. Wouldn't you really be
able to tell us apart?"
"Never!" asserted Mr.. Clamming-
ton. That's what made me notice
you first. That and your fine Waiting.
II was so good of you to let me call"
"Oh. not at ALL" said Louise.
Eyes, 1t was" said the young man.
When he had gathered up his hat
and gloves and stick, with which he
nearly demolished the hall lamp in
his confusion, Mr.. Clammington bow
ed himself away.
"You can't imagine how have en-
joyed calling" he said as he was de-
parting. ut has been such an inter-
esting evening""
Louise's cheeks were pink and her
eyes bright as she came out into the
library and relaxed into chair with
her usual grace.
Isn't Mr.. Clammington just fine?"
she asked her mother. "He-he Is so
different from the 'boys'!"
''He wore a beautiful dress suit"
said her mother cautiously. Then
she sighed. For she foresaw the end
of the reign of goling, cooky-eating
boys" and the entry of a procession
OF Clammingtons in dress suits.
1T is so different talking with
man." mused Louise, as she
picked up the card with Mr.. Clam
mington's name on 1t and blew on a
bit of dust carefully. did you no
tice that he wore crush hat
r?"-Chicago News.