The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1911-08-25
He Didn Care

Now, john" cried Mrs. Prill in
tones of evaporation.
Prill continued removing his coat.
Then he tossed it through the open
window from the screened porch into
the living room. Next he determined
! ly shed his vest. his collar and his tie,
and with a relieved "Whew!" sank
into the hammock.
You are perfectly maddening!"
went on his wife when she had wit
messed his deed. How can you"
Thud! Thud! Pr;lrs shoes hit the
porch floor as he kicked them OF.
Next he sighed with content
IF the McSloys should come now"
tearfully began his wife.
Prill raised himself in the hammock
and spoke heatedly. For four con-
secutive nights" said he. Il have sat
on my own front porch in starched
and melting agony, all for fear the
: McSloys would call! / have worn a
! coat that was constructed by fiend-
! ish tailor for arctic exploration
! work and a vest that originally start
ed out in life as mustard plaster.
! have endured the glare of the lights
! from within the house which you in
sisted on keeping lighted so the Nc
! SlOys would know we we're at home.
l have choked to death up to a late
hour because you wouldn't make any
lemonade till you finally gave up hope
of the McSloys for that evening. Now
I'm through!
why, the dumb animals in the
parks are treated with more consider
alton by their keepers than l have
been treated in my own homs!"
You might consider me q little!"
retorted his wife. You know perfect
ly we'll that Mrs. McSloy doesn't in
clude every one in her calling list.
and she is on the membership commit
tee of that club l want to join, and
Mr.. McSloy runs out to the golf club
in his machine Saturdays, and it would
be splendid if he liked you and would
pick you up sometimes, and l should
think"
Il know you would, Celia" inter
rupted her emancipated husband in
languid content from the hammock.
Il know just what you would think.
and l am going to spare you the re-
cital, because the weather is far too
hot for you to exert yourself by talk
ing when you don't have to! l know
your every little thought, darling!
And somehow at this minute it would
mt make a blithering bit Of difference
if King George himself in his cor
onation robes and with his crown tuck
ed under his arm should walk up those
front steps, l should rely on his com
mon sense as a man to understand
that nobody but lunatic would keep
, on his coat and the trimmings II he
didn't have to-"
, Men," observed Mrs. Prill agitated
ly, ARE the densest, stupidest, most
J selfish things! If you knew how ii
would make me feel if Mrs. McSloy
) should catch you looking like this
: you'd put on your coat and shoes and
' collar at once! Mrs. McSloy always
5 looks as though she had come out Of
2 bandbox, and"
"She can go right back into 6
e bandbox for all of mel" persisted
a Prill, airily I'D have you understand
; that I'm just as good as the McSloys!
And all their relations! This toady
' ing makes me tired! Isn't this M
! own house? Why should l have t.
e consult McSloy about my wearing ap
e parel? You'll be wanting me to tele
: phone him to ask whether l shall
wear my blue pajamas or my pinl
n ones! If Mrs McSlOy's delicate con
Il stitution can't stGnd the shock of see
ing a man without collar. don
r think I'd bother about knowing her
Il 1 were you!"
5. Their first call, too" mourne
IS Prill. And first impressions coun
SOL"
a FUDGE" said Prill. You are tn
IS slave of conventions"
p "John!" Kissed his wife, as sh
lie sprang TO her feet. There are tn
p McSloys!"
lie An automobile was chugging SLOW
&C ly down before the house.
Then came the sound of a larg
IN body heaving and scrambling. Pri
Or tumbled out of the hammock. H
E. hurtled through the open window int
u the living room, i'll whose dark fas
nesses reposed most of his wearin
IN apparel. AS he disappeared there wa
n a crash. He had overturned tn
e. fernery.
10 Throw in my snoes!" he calle
III softly.
E There was bang and growl as b
~ bumped against rocking chat
Ut Something tore as he struggled wit
his vest. When he CROPPED for his coz