The Holbrook news., 1912-08-30
Every girl should" said Mrs. Bas

new auto?" asked Philippa.
 Has he an auto?" asked Miss Pen. dleton in deep surprise. "The last ] heard of him he couldn't pay his office rent"
 'He is an extraTagant young man, '' said Mrs. Bassett.
 Philippi arose impulsively. Where is MT. Bassett?" she asked amicably.
 "Out in the barn." answered his spouse. Smoking a dirty old pipe, suppose. He can't come in the house with it"
 Docs MT. Raymond smoke?" asked Miss Pendleton archly.
 Raymond neither smokes, drinks, nor plays cards, and think I may add, never swears," said Mrs. Bassett. ''If I were a young lady I should hesitate to accept attentions from young men addicted to those vices"
 Philippa chuckled. "Too bad MT. Bassett smokes, isn't it?" she commes- erated. And ehews, too," she added, reminiscently. i've seen him splitting all over the flower beds. Does 'em good, he says"
 A dull flush stained Mrs. Bassett's cheek. 'T didn't raise MT. Bassett, !" she said tartly.
 "You married him, though" mur- mured Philippa as she skipped through the flower garden and in at the wicket gate. The Bassett cat, a respectable gray tabby, lay summing herself under the rose bushes. Philippa "sicked" Wrinkles on her venomously.
 After tea Philippa made fetching toilet She took down a pair of French heels and their silk-stocking mates. The bronze curls she flung up in loosened abandon, coaxing out the maddening little ringlets. The new pink frock was vastly becoming. Her dimpled elbows were bare, and her white throat and neck gleamed through flmy lace.
 The appealing toot of Dicky's auto mobile clove the air, and Philippa gathered up Wrinkles and Haunted out triumphantly, her giddy heels clacking over the pavement.
 The Bassets were on their porch Pa Bassett, Mrs. Bassett, and Ray mond, the good-looking young sur geon, their son. He glowered on Philippa's escort and his new automo- bile with unmitigated hatred.
 You're a peach, Philippa!" said Dicky as they drove off.
 Thank you" answered Philippa de murely.
 What did you want to go calling on that old crank for?" he asked
 'To get pointers on Raymond" dim pied ,Philippa. +'He neither smokes, chews, gambles nor swears."
 ''Muttl" said Dicky.
 You do all those things, Dicky," re- proved Philippa.
 "Two beers is my limit" said Dicky.
 Isn't he the limit?" whispered Philippa to Wrinkles. "And he swears a little swear"
 "You never heard me-" retorted Dicky.
 "Even this auto isn't paid for, and he has loads of horrid office debts" said PhiIippa pensively.
 50 that's it." said Lambert slowly. You're going to turn me down for Bassett, and want to rub it in"
 "Raymond's a model of conscious virtue" said Philippa, with a side glance at Dicky. He turned the ma chine around in silence, and silently they skidded along. The twilight was deepening as Philippa laid a hand on his arm. He turned to her miserably.
 Her nixie eyes were full of tremu- lous light. 'Tt's you, Dicky, it's you!" she cried softly. You're to rescue me from the Bassetts and a halo"
 Dicky stopped the car abruptly and took a palpitating pink vision in his arms. Two young lips were crushed on his, and Wrinkles squirmed out from strangulation.
 As they turned in at the Carston's, Philippa strengthened Dicky's necktie with an unmistakable air of posses sion. Young Bassett, straining his eyes through the dusk, saw the little byplay.
 Miss Carston called this afternoon" said Mrs Bassett acridly.
 Pa Bassett bit off the end of plug of tobacco. He had preserved vigor- ous individuality through forty years of marital vicissitudes. She's a fine piece of goods, and sos her mother. A little kerless now, but the bit and rein'H steady her"
 "Such allusions, father!" said Mrs. Bassett, drawing the corners of her shawl around her Miss Pendleton was here this afternoon" she said, turning to her son.
 ''Yes?" he said without interest.
 "There's girl after my own heart" she replied.
 Raymond shrugged his shoulders. He caught the tinkle of Philippa's man. dolin and ground his teeth impotently. | He, the hard-working young surgeon with a balance at the bank and a increasing practice, had lost. And to what? A penniless young law yer with nothing but the gift of gab and unlimited nerve
 You'd like Miss Pendleton if you knew her better" his mother was say ing.
 A gay little French song of Philip pas f1oated out on the fragrant sum-