The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1911-10-19
The Right of
Free Speech

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
fluffy haired blonde besought an ex.
PLANTATION
Whats 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 futfy-haired blonde giggled
and young Mrs. Allison glared at her
resentfully.
do you know Mrs. Morrison
Morse?" demanded Mrs. Allison. with
q dark frown.
why, yes. do" said the fluffy
haired blonde, with interest Il met
her the other day at the bridge club.
She dropped in just in time for re-
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 young woman in hello
trope emitted another soulful mono
syllable.
WELL" commented the fuffy-haired
blonde. doubtfully, Il don't know her
very we'll, myself, but she wears raw
ishing clothes. What have you got
against her. Celeste?"
~" exclaimed young Mrs. Allison.
with surprise. "Oh, nothing, except
her habits-but she has something
against me-"
"Um," said the fluffy-haired blonde,
comprehendingly. Have you been
telling her what 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 such painfully tactless person
as you all think. l 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 maginable-after-
, ward"
Il don't believe H." said the fluffy
haired blonde, with sigh on her own
account There are many virtues,
NV love. that your warmest friends
cannot claim for you, but your most
> radical enemy couldn't accuse you of
untr .thfulness. 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
had 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.
!: That suited me perfectly. so we de
meet and all that. OF course l un
}. derstood that it was to be a Dutct
l treat. as we all do that way, 70,
: know"
. The different members Of the sew
y ing circle nodded affirmatively.
= WELL" continued young Mrs. All,
son, her voice becoming aggrieyed
Saturday afternoon came, as the nov
! elists say, and | had met Mrs. Nor
rison Morse, who was so late that
y was cross. Then We went to tn
}, matinee!"
Young Mrs. Allison paused, as If re
Meeting on the unhappiness of tina
!, past occasion. You all know hoy
," stupid the play was" she went or
finally. with considerable heat, IAN
l remarked to Mrs. Morse that it wa
l. too bad we had wasted our time an
our money on it. She gave me tn
= strangest look. but | was dense as
r porpoise."
> "Porpoise?" murmured the fun,
l.. haired blonde. inquiringly. rs a Dol
n poise dense?"
u I'm sure don't know" returue
. young Mrs Allison. blandiy. I'm nc
u connected with the zoo myself, br
1t sounds all right, doesn't it,"
"Oh. very WELL" said the fun,
haired blonde with resignation TX
It pass"
And" young Mrs. Allison CONT,
ued. taking up the thread of her ma
rative. between the second and thir
acts ! remarked that it was a pit
We hadn't bought our seats earle
?" SO that we might have obtained be
80 ter ones"
The fluffy haired blonde burst q,
laughing, What an appreciatiy
u guest you were. Celeste!" she cried.
TX That's just it," admitted your
" Mrs. Allison gloomily. when | trie
to pay her for my ticket | discovers
that she had invited me to go-i
vited me. you understand. And whe
BIS tried to explain my mistake it W;