The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-03-19
His Misplaced
Confidence

Mrs. Braithwaite opened the kitchr
en- door In answer to timid knock
and q small girl handed her nots.
She read:
monday chicago. Dear madam Mrs.
Wendt Cannot come to wash monday
for am telling weary bade and
will come to wash next monday your
Truly MRS. WENDT'
When the small messenger had
been sent on her way with nickel
and the last piece Of cake In the
house Mrs. Braithwaite considered
the situation.
IL never have washed before, but
what woman has done woman can
do" she murmured. "I'll just cole
brate my monthold wedding anniver.
sary by making 1t my first washday.
It was nearly IL o'clock before Mrs
Braithwaite began to put her plan In
to execution.
Presently she stopped to rest mo
ment and ruefully contemplate her
Redeemed hands robbed OF cuticie In
more than one place. Then the We
ter boiled over In the wash boiler on
the gas stove. She raised the lid. NIL
ing the tiny kitchen with steam, ana
at that moment there came a tap at
the door. Lid In hand. Mrs. Braith-
waite answered the summons and was
confronted by a graceful figure In
gray suit.
II couldn't ring the front door bell
because of the newly painted steps,,
explained the caller. "Is Mrs. Braith-
waite at homer"
81 am Mrs. Braithwaite."
"PhiIs wife! How perfectly do
ughtful to meet you! am Evelyn
Du Bois. You will excuse my callins
at this unreasonable hour, but I'm
passing through the city and took the
opportunity between trains to make
the acquaintance Of Pills wife
Please, may I come in?"
"T beg your pardon" Mrs. Braith
waite said. painfully conscious OF her
abbreviated skirt and the boiler lid IN
her hand She led the way into the
sitting room through the piles OF a.
sorted clothes on the kitchen floor.
This, then, was the sirl Phil had
been engaged to!
-. Mrs. Braithwaite looked around her
Ia dismay. Never before had the LII
tie sitting room shown such disorder
She gathered up an armful OF thinga
from chair and begged her caller t.
be seated.
"Phil and have known each other
for years. Miss Du Bois observed
Hes much older than I. you know
y Imagine you are nearer his age. He
always said he never would marry Q
brunette, but there's no depending
upon a mans word, as I suppose you
have learned already. What dea,
home! And so very. very tiny! Some
how, can't imagine Phil crowdina
his six feet OF stature In here. Of
course he keeps up his singing. Mrs
Braithwaite. and you play his accsm
paniments?"
Mrs. Bra1thwaite shook her head
and became conscious Of the sweep
ing cap. She removed II, attempted
to smooth back her hair and felt the
curriers'. AID embarrassed flush stained
her cheeks.
my hair curls naturally" Miss Dp
| Bots volunteered with q superior
| smile. How do you keep your hands
In condition to play the plano when
you must wash? I never dreamed that
Phil would ask his wife to do the
washing He was always SO consider
ate and"
my husband hasn't the faintest
idea that I'm washing" Mrs. Braith
waite broke In Indignantly. THE WON
an failed to come"
"Of course" Miss Du BOis
acquiesced with a politely incredulous
air. She consulted her watch, adding
as she rose: Positively. It Is nearly
luncheon time"
Mrs. Braithwaite rose also. nerv
GUS something Juggling at her throat
Phil would never forgive her for let
ting Miss Du Bois go without some re
/ freshment But the pantry was
empty! Saturday they had dined
downtown; Sunday they had dined
with friends.
You must let me give you q bits
and sup" Mrs. Braithwaite urged
while you lay aside your coat In
the hall. will prepare It quickly"
Seated at the table, brave with pref
ty new napery. cut glass and silver
Miss Du Bots helped herself daintily
to bread, butter and Jelly. begging ia
be excused for emitting eggs. which
she never ate.
did you have q caller to-day?
asked Braithwaite of his wife when