The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-10-01
The Right Of
Free Speech

Young Mrs. Allison nodded. She
opened her mouth to explain, but
closed 1t again with decision. The
sewing circle waited politely while
she took seven stitches on drawn
work bureau scarf. But finding that
she maintained resolute silence the
duffy-haired blonde besought an ex-
PLANTATION.
What's the trouble now. dear?" she
asked
Young Mrs Allison laid down the
bureau scarf and sighed. "Oh. it's
my fluent conversation. as usual" she
said.
The gushing young woman In hello
trope breathed a sympathetic "Ah!"
but the flutty-haired blonde giggled
and young Mrs. Allison glared at her
resentfully.
do you know Mrs. Morrison
Morse?" demanded Mrs. Allison. with
dark frown.
why. yes, do" said the fluffy
haired blonde. with interest Il met
her the other day at the bridge club.
ouo uIopPSu al JuSt III limo iOT ge-
freshments and"
I'm sure she did," interrupted
young Mrs. Allison. fretfully. She's
always dropping in somewhere. She
drops In to tea at dinner time and
when she accepts luncheon invita-
ton she usually arrives after you
have given her up and the soup is
being served. She simply loves to be
casual!'
The gushing yoAng woman in hello
trope emitted another soulful mono
syllable.
Well" commented the huffy-haired
blonde. doubtfully. 81 don't know her
very we'll, myself, but she wears raw
ishing clothes. What have you got
against her, Celeste?''
II" exclaimed young Mrs. Allison,
| with surprise. ooh, nothing, except
her habits-but she has something
against me-"
"Um," said the fuffy-haired blonde,
comprehendingly "Have you been
telling her what a pity is that her
husband is SO ugly, or did you warn
her against wearing lavender next
her face?"
Neither" responded young Mrs.
Allison, cheerfully. -,or. will add,
am l such painfully tactless person
as you all thiRk have been known
to max quite charming personal re-
marks to people on the spur of the
moment, and very often" she added
sadly. Il think of the loveliest and
most plausible lies imaginable--after-
ward"
/ 4 don't believe it," said the FUZZY.
haired blonde, with sigh on her own
account "Thete are many virtues,
my love, that your warmest friends
cannot claim for you, but your most
radical enemy couldn't accuse you OF
untrdthfulgess. Now, what is this
trouble with Mrs. Morrison Morse
anyway"
she called me up on the telephone
the other day." explained young Mrs
Allison, meekly, land asked me II !
mad anything on hand for Saturday
afternoon. said hadn't. I've been
feeling like going to the Matinee she
told ME. Let's go tomorrow, then.
Ihat suited me perfectly. so we de
cided on what to see and where te
meet and all that. OF course | un
derstood that 1t was to be Dutch
treat. as we all do that way. yo,
know"
4 The different members of the sew
ing circle nodded afirmatively.
/ Well continued young Mrs. ALI
son, her voice becoming aggrieyed
Saturday afternoon came, as the nov
EXISTS say. and | had met Mrs. Nor
rison Morse. who was SO late that
was cross. Then we went to the
matinee!"
Young Mrs. Allison paused. as II re
meeting on the unhappiness of tha
past occasion. you all know how
stupid the play was" she went on
nnally, with considerable heat, "ant
remarked to Mrs. Morse that It was
too bad we had wasted our time ant
our money on it She gave me the
strangest look. but was dense as {
porpoise."
"Porpoise?" murmured the fluffy
haired blonde. inquiringly. rs por
poise dense?"
I'm sure don't know" returned
young Mrs. Allison. blandly. I'm mo-
connected with the zoo myself. bu
1T sounds all right, doesn't it?"
oh. very WE'LL" said the fluffy
haired blonde with resignation. lie
it pass"
: And" young Mrs. Allison contin
ued, taking up the thread of her mar
rative, between the second and thirt