The Lafayette advertiser. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], La.) 1865-19??, 1912-09-17
COULD NOT SAY
NO TO ADELAIDE

Major Atkinson, according to his
wife's testimony, doesn't know how
to say no to Adelaide, his niece. This
assertion is borne out by the fact that
when Adelaide asked him to appear
In juvenile costume at what she
called a Kid party" which she was
to give at his summer home. he con-
scented with an outward smile and an
inward groan.
81 WISH" he said to his wife in pri-
vate, that Adelaide hadn't insisted
upon my taking part In this ridlcu-
lous affair Of hers. In fact, / don't
see why she wants to give such a
%nonsensical party"
"Why do you aid and abet herr" de-
manded his wife. when l suggest
Cd that she think of something newer
and more dignifed, you Immediately
said, Lee her have any kind Of party
she pleases.'"
swell. one doesn't like to be always
interfering with her pleasures. There's
no particular harm In her having q
ehild's party, Is there? But l know
shall feel like a perfect idiot dressed
In the little girls early Victorian COS
tune that Adelaide has picked out for
me-" He glanced into the mirror and
sighed as he stroked his CRAVING Van
dyke beard.
The afternoon OF the party AIDE
iaide, after tying the strings OF a
quaint little sunbonnet under the ma
jor's beard, drew away and surveyed
him from the top OF the s%unbonnet to
the tips of his white stockinged and
black slippered feet.
Uncle, you're certainly the most
overwhelmingly funny sight I ever be-
held" she declared. "Im sc glad l
found those p%antalettes in grandma's
old trunk. They're perfectly killing.
You'll make the hit of the evening""
II suppose I'm what you'd call a
screaming success" said the major,
somewhat wryly. "You don't think
I'm too complete, do you?"
mo, you're ~just-just lovely" AIDE
laide squeezed the large sun Drowned
hand Of her uncle, half Of which was
neatly incased in a white lace mitt.
"Brt with that cigar IN your mouth
you're a sight to behold"
"Well. / must have a little smoke
before your guests come, Adelaide.
I'll Just take my magazine and read
and smoke on the lawn until the
festivities begin"
A little later, as Mrs. Atkinson and
Adelaide were putting the finishing
touches on their own costumes, they
raw a striking looking couple alight
from a motor a and approach the
major, who rose with his accustomed
-sourtliness and greeted them.
"Good gracious, Adelaide! Your
uncle appears to be absolutely uncon-
scious Of his absurd attire" exclaim-
ID Mrs. Atkinson. HE is taking
those people around the garden as
un~concernedly as ii he were dressed
tn q business suit. They must think
he IL crazy! Here, I'll slip on a long
boat over my short skirt and run out
md explain"
The major welcomed his wife with
; smile. I'm glad you Joined US, my
dear, for I wish you to meet Profess
cor and Mrs. Lee of the university,
who have heard fattering reports of
garden and have come way out
from the city to e u rare roses.
We are honored, I'm sure"
II think" said Mrs. Atkinson to the
visitors, after acknowledging the in
PRODUCTION, that you r seeing some
thing else quite as rare as our
roses" She laughed and looked at
her husband.
by Jove, I'd forgotten this fool
rig" exclaimed the major, with some
temper. II wonder what you a
have thought Of me-"
WELL" laughed Professor Lee. "the
friends who told US about your roses
said that some of your neighbors con-
sidered you rather eccentric to de-
vote so much Of your time to flowers.
When We introduced ourselves l
thought you were perhaps q tribe un-
usual in your Dress"
Unusual! I should think So" ex-
claimed the major. Then. turning
severely to his wife. he said: Il
can't see. my dear. why you ever per-
United Adelaide to 90 up such an
ldiotic party. I fear you give that
girl her head too much" He glanced
down at his costume again. This is
really preposterous. Il that you call
lng, Adelaide? Yes. wen be there at
uuce. You see, Mrs. Lee. the party is
Beginning and rye promised my niece
20 be In the grand march. You'll join
%. won't you?"-Chicago Daily News.
Pct Funny Stories.
Authors are not above having a pet
STORY to be told over and over again
On occasion-and Oh, too.
Emerson Hough. who in his novels
deais with extremely serious topics,
res : keen sense Of humOr and never