Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1911-06-09

De more caF6Iul ABOUT nOiQlnS your
shoulders up! If you had taken my
advice you would be as fine-looking as
that man.
why | do believe that man has
already registered" said Mrs. Wilber.
ton. Men do things so precipitately.
l am willing to wager that he did not
ask word about the rates or the
hours Tor meals, or whether his room
had hot and cold water"
Cor whether the chambermaid had
family, or whether tight sleeves
would be worn in 1999," Wilberton in
terrupted. Il shouldn't be surprised
if he had his trunk checks in his hand
and didn't have to block the line while
he searched for them at the bottom
of an alligator-skin suit case"
MEN have pockets" Mrs. Wilber-
ton began with dignity.
Women are the architects of their
own dresses" retorted Wilberton.
And he rose and went to the reg.
lister.
ITS Brown" he announced upon
his return. william j. Brown. How
fortunate it is not Jones or Smith,"
"The husband of Mrs. Brown! Per.
haps he is Mr.. Brown!"
mo, l think he is Colonel Brown.
He registers from st. Louis, and that
is in the colonel belt"
why that's where she's FROM
81 wonder how they left the seven
thousand other Browns of ST. Louis!"
Il was sure there was a mystery
about that woman as soon as laid
eyes on her."
1T is a mystery where she keeps
herself She hasn't been seen out of
her room. She hasn't been in the
water, and she wasn't in the parlor or
on the veranda last night. and Mifiin
says she wasn't at breakfast -"
Jeremiah Wilberton, should think
a man of your age and responsible
ties"
"Oh, that's all right. Charley Her.
pei was giving me the details, and he
hasn't either age or responsibilities"
"Well, you seem to have remember
ed"
Just that instant aforementioned
that Stacy was waiting for me to play
billiards."
And he sauntered away.
mo, he isn't her husband" said
Wilberton confided as they entered the
dining room for dinner 81 know he
isn't, for he has room in the annex,
while she is in the cottage.
She turned TO he soup silently.
Wilberton dallied with slice of to-
mato Suddenly a shrek rang out.
Goodness mel" cried Mrs. Wilber-
ton, starting nervously. "Those chill
dren!" as the shrek was repeated.
"Why on earth they are permitted in
the dining room, and why on earth
mothers haven't any more sense and
consideration---"
"She didn't bring her boy" said Will
berton, pleased.
Il daresay" Mrs. Wilberton began
coldly, after a pause, 'she is one of
those intellectual persons who regard
children as membranes and has the
poor little thing locked in room this
very minute simply starving-Why,
isn't that Mr.. Brown?" she interrupt
ed herself excited as the arrival of
the morning walked thoughtfuly down
the dining room. 1T is! And-look!
he is going straight toward her ta-
BILE! | knew they must be acquaint-
ed"
'Ill BET his chest measurement is
one hundred" declared Wilberton un-
der his breath, as Brown sat down. Il
shall certainly incite him against the
cook"
"See!" whispered his wife. "She has
turned pale. And he doesn't look in
her direction! / wonuer what on
earth!"
"His appetite's all right declared
Wilberton. 81 hope he'll get indiges-
ton so that he will be in proper mood
for the cook"
"Oh!" gasped Mrs. Wilberton on the
veranda some two hours after dinner.
There was a chorus of similar gasps
from the other women.
Helen Alvyne Brown was entering
the parlor. She was dazzlingly beau
tiful, her dark hair piled high, rose I'm
it, a cloud gray princess gown perfect
ly fitting her long, exquisitely rounded
body, and not jewel save the fiercy
opal blazing in one ring on her right
hand There was a slight flush in her
cheek and she was smiling and talk
ing vivaciously with the enchanted
Herpel who was leading her to the
piano.
There was a complete cessation for
a moment of feminine chatter and
positive wave of masculine "whews"
as she touched the keys. She smiled
up at Herpel and laughed: What
shall it be-" And without waiting for
his stammering reply began the Jewel
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