Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-02

nave gwen ner up ana 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. q don't know her very well. myself, but she wears ray ishing clothes. What have you got against her. Celeste?"
 'T?" exclaimed young Mrs. Allison. with surprise. "Oh. nothing, except her habits-but she has something against me"
 'fUm," said the aufy-haired blonde. comprehendingly. Have you been telling her what pity is that her husband is so ugly, or did you warn her against wearing lavender next her fsce?"
 Neither" responded young Mrs Allison, cheerfully "'ior. I will add. am such painfully tactless person as you all think have been known 10 mak quite charming personal re- marks 10 people on the spur of the moment. and very often" she added sadly, T think of the lovsliest and most plausible lies imaginable-afte ward"
 'I 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 untF~thfulness. 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. "and asked me if had anything on hand for Saturday afternoon. I said hadn't I've been feeling like going to the matiuee,' she told me. Let's go tomorrow, then That suited me perfectly, so We de cided on what to see and where to meet and all that Of course I un- derstood that it was to be a Dutch treat, as We all do that way, you know"
 i ing circle nodded afirmatively.
 Well" continued young Mrs. All | son, her voice becoming aggrieved. ! Saturday afternoon came, as the nov elists say. and I had met Mrs. Nor rison Morse. who was so late that I vas cross. Then we went to the ' matineei"
 Young Mrs. Allison paused, as if re- hectins on the unhappiness of that past occasion. You all know how stupid the play was" she went on. finally, with considerable heat, and { 1 remarked to Mrs Morse that it was i too bad we had wasted our time and our moHey on it She gave me the strangest look. but I was dense as a ! porpoise."
 ! PorDoise?" murmured the fluffy haired blonde. inquiringly. 'Is a DOT. 7 poise dense?"
 I'm sure don't know" returned young Mrs Allison. blandly. 'Tm not connected with the zoo myself, but 1t sounds all right. doesn't it?"
 "Oh, very we'll" said the fuYy- haired blonde with resignation. "Let 1t pass"
 And" young Mrs. Allison contin- ued, taking up the thread of her mar rative. between the second and third acts I remarked that it was a pity we hadn't bought our seats earlier. SO that we might have obtained bet ter ones"
 The fluffy haired blonde burst out laughing What an appreciative guest you were, Csleste!" she cried.
 That's just it." admitted young Mrs Allison gloomily. When I tried to pay her for my ticket l discovered that she had invited me to go-in- yited me, you understand. And when tried to explain my mistake 1t was like sharing condolences with a stone wali.|
 NO wonder you bate her. said the fuffy-haired blonde.
 z ~of course not agreed young Mrs Allison. Tt is dangerous for anybody 10 try to be polite to me-"