The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1912-03-07
The Right of
Free Speech

quireo the fluffy haired blonde. with a
solemn parade Of sympathy.
Young Mrs Allison nodded She
opened her mouth to explain, bur
closed 1t again with decision The
sewing circle waited politely while
she took seven stitches on a drawn
work bureau scarf But finding that
she maintained a resolute silence, the
fluffy haired blonde besought an ex-
PLANTATION.
What's 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 fluffy-haired blonde giggled
and young Mrs Allison glared at her
resentfully.
do you know Mrs Morrison
Morse?" demanded Mrs Allison. with
a 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 a 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 fluffy haired
blonde. doubtfully, Il don't know her
very well, myself, but she wears raw
ishing clothes What have you got
against her, Celeste?"
Up 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 a ply is that her
husband is so ugly, or did you warn
her against wearing lavender next
her face?"
Neither" responded young Mrs
Allison, cheerfully. "yor. | will add
am | such a painfully tactless person
as you all think. | 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 DISQUALIFICATION
ward"
Il don't believe H." said the fluffy
haired blonde. with a sigh on her own
account There are many virtues,
my love, that your warmest friends
cannot claim for you, bat your most
radical enemy couldn't accuse you of
untruthfulness, 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 If |
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-
cided on what to see and where TO
meet and all that. OF course I un.
derstood that it was to be a Dutch
treat. as we all do that way, you
know"
The different members of the sew
ing circle nodded affirmatively.
Well" continued young Mrs ALL
son, her voice becoming aggrieved,
Saturday afternoon came, as the nov.
elists say, and | nad met Mrs. Nor
rison Morse, who was so late that I
was cross. Then we went to the
matinee!"
Young Mrs. Allison paused, as If re.
Meeting on the unhappness of that
past occasion. you all know how
stupid the play was" she went on,
finally, with considerable heat "and
| remarked to Mrs. Morse that it was
too bad we had wasted our time and
our money on it. She gave me the
strangest look, but was dense as a
porpoise."
"Porpoise?" murmured the fluffy
haired blonde, inquiringly. as a por-
poise dense?"
I'm sure don't know" returned
young Mrs. Allison. blandly I'm not
connected with the ZOO myself. but
1t sounds all right, doesn't it?"
"Oh. very WELL" said the fluffy
haired blonde with resignation. Let
It pass"
And" young Mrs. Allison contin.
ued, taking up the thread OF her mar.
rative, between the second and third
acts | remarked that 1t was pity
we hadn't bought our seats earlier,
30 that we might have obtained bet
ter ones"
The fluffy haired blonde burst out
laughing. What an appreciative
guest you were, Celeste!" she cried.
That's just It." admitted young
Mrs Allison gloomily. when | tried
to pay her for my ticket | discovered
that she had invited me to go-in.
vited me. you understand And when
| tried to explain my mistake it was
like sharing condolences with a stone
wall"
mo wonder you hate her." said the
fuffy-haired blonde.
"Of course not" agreed young MIS-
Allison ut is dangerous for anybody
to try to be polite to me-"
incredible.