The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1912-02-22
BIghdng a
Social Career

Mrs. Trumbull's social aspirations
were, as a rule, the source OF mucn
fiippant Joy to her husband. 1t was
only when Trumbull himself was
called upon to shine at dinner parties
or disport in drawing rooms that he
ceased to consider in the light or
Joke hir wife's desire to set her small
feet firmly upon the next higher rung
of the ladder.
The cream Of the joke looked to him
particularly pale and blue the evening
she announced triumphantly that Mrs.
Fulton, the one wealthy woman or
their acquaintance. had invited the
Trumbulls to sit in her box at the
opera the following Thursday evening.
I'm perfectly willing for you to
spend your nights and Sundays rursu-
ing the aristocracy to its lair" pro-
tested Trumbull, "but you know I'm
not a parlor pet. I'm all right as
means Of support, but I'm sure to
make a donkey Of myself II try to do
the society act. Can't you go alone"
Mrs. Trumbull set her lips. THAT
would be impossible" she said. But,
of course, If you don't want to go
can tell Mrs. Fulton that you have
business engagement that will prevent
our going"
It was not until her lips began to
culver that Trumbull realized how
much it meant to her. He promised
to 90.
The night of the theater party the
weather turned cold. Trumbull, In
blissful forgetfulness Of the festivity.
entered the house in q whirl Of snow
and icy wind.ul
"Is that you, dearT cried Mrs.
Trumbull from, upstairs, where she
was fluttering about getting Trum-
bulls evening regalia ready for him
to put on.
yep" responded Trumbull, follow
ing the sound Of her voice up the
stairs.
His face fell when he saw the
clothes lying on the bed. "Oh!" he
calculated in a voice from which all
10y had fed. I'D forgotten this was
the evening of the blowout" He shiv-
cred audibly. Its an awful night"
Mrs. Trumbull tripped over to the
dresser and began a search for his
tie. 81 ordered taxi" she said.
cheerily. Its to be here promptly
at a quarter to eight"
In the taxicab Mrs. Trumbull
looked at her husband in undisguised
satisfaction.
You'll be the best looking man
there" she purred. 81 don't care II
Mr.. Fulton's ancestors did come over
with the pilgrim fathers and II they
do have a butler and five maids and
a governess, he's nothing but little,
dried-up shrimp. Anybody seeing you
two together won't hesitate minute
about selecting you as the one with
the money"
The spontaneity Of this wifely trib'
ute pleased Trumbull. He even grew
less sleepy under the enlivening infiu'
ence Of her honeyed words. How
ever, this didn't prevent his having q
heeting wish as he seated himself in
the chair Just behind his hostess that
he had had another strong cup Of cot
| fee. OF course he wasn't really
sleepy, but a cold wind always gave
him q queer feeling.
Mrs. Trumbull, glancing at his big
well-groomed figure and his clever
good-natured face. and now and ther
catching the low, well-bred tones Of
his voice, felt that 1t would take very
little more to make her sinfully proud
Of him. Every interested glance cas-
up from the seats below them sent 6
separate thrill Of delight through her
She was fairly radiant.
II When the first act was about hal
over her satisfaction was dispelled BY
an all too familiar sound. She cast {
terrified glance toward the rear Of thu
box. What she saw caused her to star
wildly to her feet. Too late!
Trumbull's head had fallen to on,
side, his eyes were closed, his mouth
was open. A sound closely resembling
the distant rumbling Of a railroad
train came from his parted lips. From
a rumble it quickly grew into a yer.
good imitation of an automobile horn
Higher and higher 1t rose, until tn
startling crescendo broke In a fierce
choking leviathan Of snore!
. The host jumped to his feet witt
the obvious intention Of renderin,
first aid to the injured. The hostes
gave sharp, quite involuntary Shrek
Mrs. Trumbull stonily fixed her unsee
ing eyes upon the glittering stage
, Trumbull, awakened by the vocifera
ton, but unconscious of the cause o
his awakening and considerably re
freshed by his little nap. sat LOOKING
about for the cause Of the disturbance
with the frank, innocent, intereste
eyes Of a child.
Mrs. Trumbull devotes most Of he
time now to settlement work. She r.
CARDS the empty life Of the societ
woman with scornful pity.
Legal Length Of Hatpins.
Any woman that appears in publ
in the state Of Michigan wearing