The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1911-11-23
The Right Of
Free Speech

In hot water again. Celeste?" in.
quired the fluffy-haired blonde, with a
solemn parade Of sympathy.
Young Mrs. Allison nodded. She
opened her mouth to explain, bu,
closed it again with decision. The
sewing circle waited politely while
she took seven stitches on q drawn
work bureau scarf. But finding that
she maintained resolute silence, thu
duffy haired blonde besought an ex.
PLANTATION.
Whats the trouble now. deari' she
asked. !:
Young Mrs. Allison laid down the
bureau scarf and sighed. "Oh, its
my fluent conversation. 40 usual" she
said. -.
The gushing young woman In hello.
trope breathed q sympathetic "Ah!'
but the fiuny-haired blonde giggled
and young Mrs. Allison glared at her
resentfully. y - -
DO you know Mrs, Morrison
Morse?" demanded Mrs. Allison. with
. dark frown.
why. yes. I d." said the fluny.
haired blonde. with interest. II met
her the other day at the bridge club.
She dropped In Just in time for 70
freshments and"
I'm sure she did," interrupted
young Mrs. Allison. fretfully. "she's
always dropping In somewhere. She
drops in to tea at dinner time and
when she accepts luncheon invita-
ton she usually arrives after you
have given her up and the SOUP is
being served. She simply loves to be
CASUAL"
The gushing young woman In hello
trope emitted another soulful mono
syllable.
well" commented the fluffy haired
blonde, doubtfully. Il don't know her
very we'll, myself, but she wears raw.
ishing clothes. What have you got
against her, Celeste?"
"I?" exclaimed young Mrs. Allison.
with surprise. "Oh, nothing, except
her habits-but she has something
against me-"
"Um." said the nuhy-haired blonde,
comprehendingly. Have you been
telling her what a pity ;: Is that her
husband is so ugly. or did you warn
her against wearing lavender next
her face?"
Neither" responded young Mrs.
Allison. cheerfuIly. ""lor, I will add,
am such painfully tactless person
as you all think. have been known
| to max quite charming personal re.
marks to people on the spur of the
moment. and very often" she added
sadly. Il think of the loveliest and
most plausible lies imaginable-after-
ward"
Il don't believe it," said the fluffy.
haired blonde, with a sigh on her own
account. There are many virtues,
my love, that your warmest friends
cannot claim for you. but your most
radical enemy couldn't accuse you of
untruthfulness. Now. what is this
trouble with Mrs Morrison Morse,
anyway"
She called me up on the telephone
the other day." explained young Mrs.
Allison, meekly, land asked me If I
had anything on hand for Saturday
afternoon. said hadn't. I've been
feeling like going to the Matinee she
told ME. Let's go tomorrow, them
That suited me perfectly. so we de.
clded on what to see and where to
meet and all that. Of course I I'm.
derstood that 1t was to be a Dutch
treat. as we all do that way, YOU
know"
The different members of the sew.
ing circle nodded afirmatively.
We'll" continued young Mrs. ALI.
son. her voice becoming aggrieved.
Saturday afternoon came, as the not.
elists say. and had met Mrs, MOI.
rison Morse. who was so late that \
was cross. Then we went to the
matinee!"
Young Mrs. Allison paused, as n re.
Meeting on the unhappiness of that
past occasion. you all know how
stupid the play was" she went on.
nnally. with considerable heat, "and
W -li .. Sc tHdC IL was
too bad We had wasted our time and
our money on 1t. She gave me the
strangest look. but was dense as a
porpoise."
Porpoise?" murmured the fluffy.
haired blonde. inquiringly. is Dor.
poise dense?"
I'm sure don't know" returned
young Mrs. Allison, blandly. I'm not
connected with the zoo myself, but
1t sounds all right. doesn't it,"
! "Oh, very WELL" said the fluffy.
haired blonde with resignation. tat
1t pass"
And" young Mrs. Allison cont,n.
ued. taking up the thread of her mar.
rative. between the second and third
acts remarked that 1t was a pity
we hadn't bought our seats earlier.
30 that We might have obtained bet.
ter ones"
! The fluffy haired blonde burst ont
laughing, What an appreciative
guest you were. Celeste!" she cried.
That's Just It," admitted young
/ Mrs. Allison gloomily. "When T +r,.S