The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-28

lace and smelling salts, told how you could bury East Indians alive for indefinite periods, which she could attest by magazine article she had at home she hadn't lost It; and indicated her intention of calling the Prophet without delay to bury him alive, but to sample of the first baby steps in his new religion She said this smiling but not with out an underlying seriousness and sort of faint defiance Then Miss Gibbs declared she would go, too, and the boom began
 After this grew accustomed to seeing the Prophet ensconced in touring cars, and surrounded by cooing band of worshipers His turban and his sneaky black face made startling amidst all those parasols ard French bonnets. and the reverence with which he was treated not a little galling to behold. But Santa Dominica was too lazy not to be tolerant; and though there a good deal of chatter and resentment, nothing aggressive attempted It was indeed the charm of Santa Dominica that you could be any kind of a fool you liked, and not be bothered by tyranncal public opinion; and perhaps 1t this that had made 1t such of wealth and culture It of the few places in America where the grocer and the plumber unable to enforce their iron yoke If people wanted prance barefooted the grass at daybreak and welcome the rising with Oriental salutations they were free to do 1t to their hearts content in Santa Dominica The permission may have been trife grudging and won't say there not suggestions of riding prophets rails, but all ended things ended
 in Santa Dominica, in talk and touching the bell for the waiter
 It shame about Enor Wentworth, though. Her oldlacelady mother tco unconsdered social asset for to miss her very much, but to have divine Elinor Wentworth withdrawn from circulation quite annoying. She of those exquisite blondes who fragile, too ethereal, world where people muttonchops and have jostle and fight You thought of her a flower, which at a breath could be extinguished forever-as an angel, whose little foot had but touched the earth and whose ,ryfoo c%;I myself go about Elinor, since everybody knows that the personal element entered into my admira- tion She insipd little person to sit next to- for after you had gazed into the blue of her eyes, and goated over her golden hair, and stifed gasp at much radiant perfection there didn't seem anything left to continue with. She exhaust ing lovely landscape, and impossible to talk to- at least that is always how found her. But a decoration, delicate masterpiece of human faience Elinor undoubtedly was joy forever And you can imagine my exasperation all our evaporation, at learning were to set eyes her again, except perhaps in a motor with that sooty Hindoo. Yes the adherents of the new religion he'd decided to do without us; their telephones were being disconnected invitations dinner came back through the Dead Letter Office; thirty-six of our friends had climbed to higher plane and had drawn up the ladder after them
 Of course, Fred Mccall was the hardest hit of any, body Fred. you know, had been engaged to Elinor and being specially earth-bound person had not been included among the elect He had lost Elinor before be aware of what had happened, and you