Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-10-23
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Now. you see. Horatio, the bishop will
be detained in London over Friday. and
as DR.. Dibble is laid up with his throat.
that IS why the Progressive Mothers have
asked You to deliver the address at the
opening Of the bazaar"
Dear, dear!" sighed Horatio. ignoring
the all-important matter Of the address.
"Such large sum. such an incredible
sum! Fancy losing anything SO huge as
five thousand pounds!' he smiled at the
thought. IT'S nke-it's like the mu-
som cab. Now. il 1t were Ave shillings.
or even five pounds. I could really SYM
pathize: and. speaking OF sympathy. Har-
riet. I think will go to the rectOry this
morning and see If there is anything
You'll do nothing OF the kind" Har-
riet had finished her breakfast and now
rose majestically to her full height OF
five feet three inches 0ncluding her mar
celed pompadour and military heels).
you'll go straight to your room and
write your Progressive Mothers address.
You may make light Of our poverty and
the humiliating dependence 1t entails on
the hospitality OF my cousin. Hiram"
Second cousin-in-law," gently correct
ed Horatio.
She swept the interruption aside. You
may even scott at my relationship to
Cousin Eleanor, but you shall not make
light Of this opportunity. 1t is not only
an honor. Horatio. but there Is also
"a Harriet hesitated.
'Honorarium?' suggested her husband.
She nodded. 81 don't know how much.
but we cannot afford to ignore 1t. and.
besides, there Is no knowing what 1t may
lead to. Poor. dear Or. Ddbble must be
in his eighties, and another OF these at
tacks-'
Horatio raised hand in protest. my
dear, I beg Of you not to impute such
mercenary motives to my anxiety about
DIR. Dibble's health"
gazing with an expression Of horror at
Horatios outstretched hand.
'Horatio!" she exclaimed.
He examined the back Of his two hands,
then turned them over and held them
out with the air of a schoolboy expecting
to be scolded.
II assure you. my dear, I scrubbed
them with all my might. but the water
was so cold, SO very cold,'' he shivered
at the recollection.
Harriet shook her head. TT isn't that -
she said.
pense is killing me-
"Your cuffs. Horatio.'
Her voice had in 1t a note of anguish.
For the moment all the pitiful make
shifts Of the last few months, ever since
Horauo resigned from his last pulpit, and
their present dependence on the bounty
of q distant relative, seemed to find con-
centrated expression in HOratio's frayed
cuffs. Harriet was on the verge OF
tears.
Come to your room." she said. Il will
get my scissors"
They paused at the first landing Of the
long oak staircase, Harriet for breath,
Horatio for Harriet.
II wish you thought more of your APP
pearance, Horatio." she painted. cousin
Hiram. though he is only an American.
is so particular about his shirts"
If I had Cousin Hiram's money I
might"
mo, you wouldn't, Horatio. You'd
spend it all on charities and angora cats
and-and mechanical toys" she added,
indignantly.
Dutch laughed Horatio. putting his
arm around her, "and satin slippers like
the Countess Rates"
1.-THE CONTEST" snapped Harriet.
Horatio felt her shrug Of aversion at
the mention Of Kate Clendennin's name.
He knew what Harriet was thinking,
knew what she would say If she spoke.
Kate had something no woman OF forty
nine can forgive-she had youth. Kate
had other things equally unforgivable,
slippers, and a title-a title after all is a
title even If it is only a German title, and
Harriet classed German titles in q vague
category with German silver, German
measles, cousins German auO-<IefInans!
They're coming now said Horatio,
interrupting her thoughts.
What? Who?'
''The satin slippers" he repeated, in a
stage whisper and pointed upward.
His choice Of words moved even Har-
riet to reluctant mirth, for the countess
had put on heavy walking boots. and the
sound Of them now descending the un-
carpeted oak stairs was anything but
satin.
Go be continued tomorrow