The Ely miner., 1911-05-26
On Retiring
Early

Oo you ever go to bed at O'CLOCK!
inquired the young woman with the
retrousse nose. lone of the girls told
me the other day that going to bed at
. o'clock and drinking quart Of but
termilk a day would positively beauti-
~ the worst complexion in the world .
1t would ruin my disposition" said
young Mrs. Allison with a grimace.
Besides, dear, If one went to bed ev,
cry night at o'clock, what would one
want complexion for?"
| The young woman with the retrous-
Sc nose considered
| WELL" she said finally, ''of course
you wouldn't need to do it forever
Secure the complexion and then stop.
And" she added in hopeful voice,
probably while you're doing it you
could take every Saturday night off. .
| The fluffy-haired blonde giggled rem.
iniscently. Il was just thinking" she
said, defending herself against the sus-
| pfcious looks that were cast at her
Il was just thinking about the night
last week that retired at o'clock
| myself.
1T was on Tuesday night" explain
ed the f1uffy-haired blonde Il was
aWfully sleepy, because George had
been calling the night before and had
| stayed unpardonably late"
"Er-George Featherstone Ralston p
inquired young Mrs. Allison. with a
polite smile.
The same" said the fiuffy-haired
blonde, resignedly. Hes terrible
bore, OF course, but he's my second
cousin few times removed, and he
seems naturally obliged to hold forth
to somebody about the charms of that
eastern girl he's engaged to. He has
apparently selected me for an audi
ence."
The other members of the circle
groaned in unison and folded up their
| sewing by way of welcoming the ap-
preaching tea tray.
Therefore, on Tuesday night" went
on the fluffy-haired blonde, Il went up
stairs almost directly after dinner and
took down my hair and put on my XII
mono, and lay down on my couch with
| new novel and box of marshmal-
| low chocolates
How about your complexion" MUIR
INJURED young Mrs. Allison, with sigh
| of sympathy.
"Oh, those?" said the fluffy-haired
blonde. We'll, you see, l didn't eat
any dessert at dinner, so l was entitl-
| ed to eat something of the sort, wasn't
II"
Certainly" said young Mrs. Allison.
obligingly. by all means. Go on
with your story, dear"
We'll" resumed the fiuffy-haired
| blonde, 'the chocolates were uncom-
| monty good, and my couch is ever so
deep and comfortable, and / was just
| coming to the chapter in my novel
where the villain proves to have been
| in love with the beautiful heroine ali
along, and, owing to his peculiar psy.
Geological circumstances, the poor
| man had been grossly misunderstood
and all that, you know-when the
| door bell rang!
1T was only quarter to 9, so, of
course, it seemed likely that it was
| caller for me. Then quite suddenly
it occurred to me that Tuesday is al.
ways the evening that Hallowell Fem
calls-not every Tuesday, you under
stand, but sometimes"
Quite SO" said young Mrs. Allison,
amiably I'm distinctly foolish about
Hallowell myself"
The fuffy-haired bonde nodded. my
small brother had rushed to the door,"
she explained. Then, instead of com.
ing up and telling me who was there,
he simply shouted for me at the top of
his lungs, and slammed the front door
behind him. She smiled grimly.
"Of course she continued, Il sim.
| ply fell into my best clothes, and did
my hair, and hunted up my beaded
slippers-they're always lost when ]
want them-and descended to the Ii.
5rary in exactly IL minutes, with cor.
dial haste and so-sorry-to-keep-you.
waiting smile" She paused dramatic.
ally.
"It was not Halloweil!" she said,
with patient finality. "As matter OF
fact, it was not anybody for whom !
was willing to outrage my habit OF
eisure. 1t was George-George Feath.
erstone-Cousin George Featherstone
Ralston. Again!
HE had picture of his fiancee
which he had received that day and
ne wanted to show it to me first Of
all, he said Really, it was almost pa.
thetic / begin to like Cousin George
out of sheer kindness Of heart"
There was chorus of questions.
"Oh, yes, he showed it to me" con-
cluded the fluffy-haired blonde. "He
thinks she is beautiful. She really did
have rather nice eyes. But l assure
you, in all seriousness, she grinned at
me from the photograph"