The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1911-02-24
On Retiring
Early

inquired the young woman with the
r%etrousse nose "One of the girls told
me the other day that going to bed at
8 o'clock and drinking a quart of but
termilk a day would positively beauti-
fly the worst complexion in the world"
1T would ruin my disposition" said
young Mrs. Allison with a grimace.
Besides, dear, If one went to bed ev-
cry night at 8 o'clock, what would n
want a complexion for?"
The young woman with the retrous-
Sc nos considered.
WELL" she said finally, "of curse
you wouldn't need to do it forever.
Secure the complexion and then stop.
And" she added in a hopeful voice,
probably while you're doing it o
could take every Saturday night Off"
The f1~uffy-haired blonde giggled rem
iniscently. II was just thinking" she
said, defending herself against the sus-
picious looks that were cast at her.
II was just thinking about the night
last week that l retired at 8 o'clock
myself.
ut was IN Tuesday night" explain.
ed the 'fuffy-haired blonde. 81 was
awfully sleepy, because George had
been calling the night before and had
stayed unpardonably late"
"Er-George Featherstone Ralston?"
inquired young Mrs. Allison. with a
| polite smile.
sThn onrn>b rnfI fh@ a,,err tr@
blonde, resignedly. Hes a terrible
bore, of course, but he's my second
cousin a few times removed, and he
seems naturally obliged to hold forth
to somebody about the charms of that
eastern girl he's engaged to-. He has
apparently selected me for an audi
ence."
groaned in unison and folded up their
sewing by way of welcoming the ap-
preaching tea tray.
Therefore, On Tuesday night" went
on the fuffy-haired blonde, 81 went up
stairs almost directly after dinner and
took down my hair and put on my XII
mono, and lay down on my couch with
q Lew uONCl anu d UOA VI mdTSuIudl-
low chocolates"
How about your complexion" muir
INJURED young Mrs. Allison, with a sigh
of sympathy.
"Oh, those?" said the fiu~ffy-haired
blonde. well, you see, l didn't eat
any dessert at dinner, so l was entitl-
ed to eat something of the sort, wasn't
II"
Certainly" said young Mrs. Allison.
obligingly. by all means. Go on
with your story, dear"
WELL" resumed the fluffy-haired
blonde, "the chocolates were uncom-
monty good, and my couch is ever so
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 a quarter to 9, so, of
course, it 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. In distinctly foolish about
Hallowell myself"
The iuffy-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, 81 sim.
ply fell into my best clothes, and did
my hair, and hunted up my beaded
| slippers-they're always lost when ]
want them-and descended to the Ii.
| brary in exactly II minutes, with cor.
dial haste and a so-sorry-to-keep-you.
waiting SMILE" She paused dramatic.
ally.
1T was not Hallowell!" she said,
with patient fnality. CAS- a matter OF
fact, it was not anybody for whom !
was willing to outrage my habit OF
leisure. 1t vas George-George Feath
| erstone-Cousin George Featherstone
Ralston. Againi
HE had a picture of his fiancee
which he had received that day and
he wanted to show it to M first of
all, he said. Really, it was almost pa.
thetic. 1 begin to like Cousin George
| out of sheer kindness of heart"
There was a chorus of questions.
"Oh, yes, he showed it to me-" con.
cluded the iuffy-haired blonde. HE
thinks she is beautiful. She really did
| have rather nice y But l assure
| you, in all seriousness, she grinned at
me from the photograph"