The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1911-01-05

On Retiring
Early

termilk day would positively beauti-
fy the worst complexion in the world"
1T would ruin my disposition" said
young Mrs. Allison with 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 1t forever
Secure the complexion and then stop.
And" she added In a hopeful voice.
probably while you're doing 1t you
I could take every Saturday night off. >"
The luffy-haired blonde giggled rem
iniscently. Il was just thinking" she
said. defending herself against the sus-
ricious looks that We're cast at her,
II was just thinking about the night
last week that l retired at S o'clocl:
myself.
1T was on Tuesday night" explain
ed the fluffy-haired blonde. Il was
awfully sleepy, because George had
been calling the night before and had
stayed unparIonably late"
"Er-George Featherstone Ralston?"
Inquired young Mrs. Allison. with
polite smile.
THE sans said the fluffy-haired
blonde, resignedly. He's a terrible
bore, of course, but he's my second
cousin a few times removed, and he
seems naturally obliged to hold forth
10 somebody about the charms of that
eastern girl he's engaged to. He has
apparently selected me for an auli
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
stairs almost directly after dinner and
took down my hair and put on my XII
mono, and lay down on my couch with
a new novel and box of marshmal
low Chocolates"
How about your complexion" muir.
INJURED young Mrs. Allison, with a 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
~"
Certainly" said young Mrs. Allison.
obligingly. by all means. Go on
with your story, dear"
Well" resumed the 1uffy-haired
blonde, the chocolates were uncom.
monty good, and my couch is ever so
deep and comfortable, and l was just
coming to the chapter In my novel
where the villain proves to have been |
in love with the beautiful heroine all
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, 1t seemed likely that 1t was
a 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, T sim
ply fell into my best clothes, and did
my hair, and hunted up my beaded
slippers-they're always lost when l
want them-and descended to the Ii.
brary in exactly II minutes, with cor
dial haste and a ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
waiting smile" She paused dramatic.
ally.
1T was not Halloweil!" she said,
with patient finality. LAS a matter of
fact, it was not anybody for whom |
was willing to outrage my habit OF
leisure. 1t was George-George Feath.
George Featherstone
Again!
He had a picture Of his flancee
which he had received that day and
he wanted to show 1t to me first of
all, he said. Really, 1t was almost pa.
thetic. I begin to like Cousin George
nut of sheer kindness of heart"
There was a chorus Of questions.
"Oh, yes, he showed 1t to me-" con-
cluded the fluffy-haired blonde. HE
she is beautiful. She really did
have rather nice eyes. But I assure
you. In all seriousness. she grinned at