Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1911-01-20
CHAPTER III. (contInued.)

TT might be scarlet fever" Max
Aroke in cheerfully II say, scarlet
fever on Mongolian--what color
would he be, Jimmy? What do vel
low and red make? Green?"
Orange Jim said shortly. Il 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 I'M
1erstand us, considering, no doubt,
our subdued excitement as our nor
NAL condition. Ages afterward
learned that he thought my face al
most tragic that night, and that he
supposed, from the way | glared
across the table, that had quarreled
with my husband
Il am afraid you are not WE'LL he
said at last, noticing my food I'M
touched on my plate. I'VE should
not have come, any of us"
Il am perfectly we'll" l replied fe
varlshly. Il am never i'll. I'll ate
late luncheon"
He glanced at me keenly. Don't
let them stay and play bridge to-
night" he urged. Miss Caruthers can
be an excuse, can she not? And you
are really tagged. You look it,"
IT think it is only Ill humor," /
said, looking directly at him. Il am
angry at myself I have done some
thing silly, and hate to be silly
Max would have said Impossible"
or something else trite. The Harbi-
son man looked at me with interested,
serious eyes.
us ltstoo 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 Tor are they Spanish
down there?) and think of me always
as a married woman, married to a
dilettante artist, inclined to be stout
the artist, not land with an Aunt
Selma Caruthers who made buttons
and believed in the Cause. But never,
never should he think of me as silly
little fool who pretended that she was
the other mans wife and had 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 the decep-
ton to keep his respect, and be Sc
date and matronly, and see him
change from perfectly open admfra-
ton at first to q hands-off-she-is-my-
host's-wife attitude at last
ut can never be undone." said
soberly.
Well. that's the picture as nearly as
1 can draw It; a round table with
low centerpiece of orchids in laven-
ders and pink, old silver can5lesticks
with lligree shades against the SON.
Der vainscoting; nine people. I've Of
them unhappy-Jim and 1; one 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. II wouldn't be surprised II it's
measles. Has he been smiling.
James>''
Has he been snifiing?" Jim threw
across CT me
I hadn't noticed it, i said meskiy,
While the others choKed.
Max came to the rescue she re-
fused to eat ii" he explained. dis
dnctiy and 70 everybody, spropos abb
solately y nothing 1T said on the
oox. ready cooked and predigested.
She declared she didn't care who