The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1911-06-08

-A'tSA uiPHiIS OuHu lutO various
things which he should have left alone,
thompson LETT the kitchen, still hold
ing the onion in his hand On his way
to the living room he passed through
the nail and there, spying the Sunday
nat OF Mis-. Thompson, he was moved
to separate the feathers and other BIZ
Jouterie Which adorned it and to
drop the recently acquired redoleut
root into the nest thus arranged.
After this frisky decd he went into
the living room and soon forgot his lit
tie joke.
Owing to 4 series of domestic cata-
clysms Mrs. Thompson dressed for
the tea given by Mrs. Lawton-Mrs.
Lawton was quite the most aristocrat-
Ic person among Mrs. Thompson's ac-
quaint2nces, SC she was particularly
anxious to make good appearance.
though she hated teas-ln good deal
OF hurry. She entered the street
car which would take her nearest her
destination very much out OF breath
and with one glove still only partly on.
She was too much occupied with her
glove Tor few moments to be CON
sclous of eXtraneous things, but pres
emily her thoughts became less con
centrated and she began to Perceive
faint odor of onions in the air. She
looked suspiciously at the woman who
sat next to her and the woman who
sat next to her looked suspiciously at
her. Before long the other woman, sniff
ing the air with obvious intent, rose
ana took seat as far away from
Mrs. Thompson as possible.
Well murmured Mrs. Thompson,
inc snantly to herself, IF people will
SOAK themselves in onions they have
to expect to be annoyed by the odor."
However, she was somewhat sur
prised to realize in a few moments
that, in spite Of the departure of the
woman the scent of onions still hung
In the atmosphere. With a slight ex-
clamation of annoyance she glanced
sidewise at the woman on the other
side of her and after a minute or so
followed the example of the first WON
an. For short time she seemed to
have escaped the penetrating odor, but
when the little breeze caused by her
hasty movement had died down, the
onion odor once more demanded her
attention. 1t became so insistent that
she breathed a sigh of relief when
she reached her corner and left the
car.
She was having fairly good time
at the tea when the acquaintance with
whom she had been talking suddenly
put up gloved hand and murmured
behind it: Truly, it is horrible sus-
picion, but l am becoming more and
more convinced every minute that our
hostess is going to serve onions au
naturale on this festive occasion"
1t was at this point that Mrs. Thomn-
son began to feel distinctly uncomfort-
able. Just how she could shed an
onion flavor everywhere she went she
was totally unable to imagine, but if
the odor had no connection with her
why did it follow her about SO per.
sistently?
She was still turning this question
over uneasily in her mind, when Mrs.
Perkins, who lived two blocks from
her, approached her and invited her
to drive home with her in her electric
runabout When they had gone only
a little distance Mrs. Perkins gave a
sudden exclamation of disgust.
DO you smell onions?" she asked
Mrs. Thompson shifted faint heart
edly. II believe | do" she muir
INJURED, meekly.
Il do believe" concluded Mrs. Per.
kins, vehemently, that our chauffeur
has been sleeping in the carl"
She was in the depths of depression
when Thompson reached home. With.
out delay Sac poured her tale of WOO
into his ear. AS she proceeded, his in.
itial expression of indiscriminate sym.
party became tinctured with under.
standing. Then the bright light of
comprehension spread over his face.
the corners of his mouth quivered with
mirth and at the climax he gave vent
to shout of laughter.
"Oh, my dear" he said when he was
able to speak. you certainly will kin
me when | tell YOU
So he did tell her. but he was no
longer laughing when he reached the
end of his tale. In truth, he was
obliged TO address the latter part to
her indignant back as she few angrily
up the stairs.
The price of peace was new hat
bigger and more wonderful than the
one with the onion favor.