The Tupelo journal., 1911-02-17
CHAPTER III. (continucd.)


1T might be scarlet fever" Max
broke in cheerfully. 81 say, scarlet
fever on a Mongolian-what color
would he be, Jimmy? What do vel
low and red make? Green?"
Orange" Jim said shortly. 81 wish
you people would remember that we
are trying to eat"
The fact was, however, that no. one
was really eating, except Mr.. Harbi-
son, who had given up trying to III
derstand us, considering, no doubt,
our subdued excitement as our nor
NAL condition. Ages afterward l
learned that he thought my face al
most tragic that night, and that he
supposed, from the way glared
across the table, that l had quarreled
with my husband!
Il am afraid you are not WELL" he
said at last, noticing my food un-
touched on my plate. I'VE should
not have come, any of U.S."
Il am perfectly WELL" ! replied fe-
verishly. 81 am never i'll. II ate a
late
He glanced at me keenly. Don't
let them stay and play bridge to-
night" he urged. Miss C%aruthers can
be IN excuse, can she not? And you
are really tagged. You look it."
Il think it is only i'll humor," I
said, looking directly at him. Il am
angry at myself. l have done some
thing silly, and l hate to be silly"
Max would have said Impossible"
or something else trite. The Harbi-
son man looked at me with interested,
serious eyes.
rs it too late to undo it?" he asked.
And then and there ! determined that
he should never know the truth. He
could go back to South America and
build bridges and make love to the
Spanish girls Cor are they Spanish
down there?) and think of me always
as unmarried woman, married to a
diIettante artist, inclined to be stout
the Artist, not land with an Aunt
Selma Earuthers who-made buttons
and believed in the Cause. But never,
never should he think of me as a silly
little fool who pretended that she was
the other mans wife and had a lump
In her throat because when a really
nice man came along, a man who
knew something more than polo and
motors, she had to carry on b decep-
ton to keep, his respect, and be Sc
date and matronly, and see him
change from perfectly open admira-
ton at first to a MISUNDERSTANDING
host's-wife attitude at last.
TT can never be undone," | said
sober1y.
Well, that's the picture as nearly as
I can draw 1t; a round table with a
low c~enterpiece of orchids in layen-
ders and pink, old silver candlesticks
with fligree shades against the som
Der ~wainscoting; nine people, two of
them unhappy-Jim and l; n OF
them complacent-Aunt Selma; one
puzzled-Mr. HARRISON; and the rest
Historically mirthful. Add one sick
Japanese butler and grind in the mills
of the gods.
Every one promptly forgot Takahiro
in the excitement of the game we
were all playing. Finally. however,
Aunt Selma, who seemed to have Ia
kahiro on her mind, looked up from
her plate.
That Jap was %speckled," she as
serted. Il wouldn't be surprised If it's
measles. Has he been shifting,
James?"
Has he beer snifiingg" Jim threw
across at me.
81 hadn't noticed it," / said meekly,
while the others choKed.
Max came to the rescue. "She re-
fused to eat it," he explained, dis
tinetly and to everybody, apropos abb
solutely of nothing. 1T said on the
box, ready cooked and predigested.,
She declared she didn't care who
cooked it, but she wanted to knoW
who predigested It,
AS every one wanted to laugh, every
one did it then, and under cover OF
the noise / caught Anne's eye, and we
left the dining room. The men stayed
and by the very frmness with which
the door closed behind us, | knew
that Dallas and Max were bringing
out the bottles that Takahiro had hid
den. / was seething. When Aunt
Selma indicated a desire to go owe
the house lit was natural that she
should want to: It was her house, IN
a wayl / excused myself for a minute
and few back to the dining room.
It was as / had expected. Jim
hadn't cheered perceptibly, and the
rest were patting him on the back,
and pouring things out for him, and
saying. Poor old Jim IN the most
m~addening way. And the HARRISON
man was looking more and more puz-
zled. and not at all hilarious.
descended on them like 2 thunder
bolt. ...
That's itfv / cried shrewishly with
my back against the door. Leave
her to me-. ali Of you, and pat each
other On the back, and say it's gone
Splandidly! on. ! s1know yotls every
9ne4 Nh. Harbistn got Np ere
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