Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1912-08-03
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new auto9" asked Philippa.
'Has he an auto?" asked Miss Pen.
dleton in deep surprise. THE last l
heard OF him he couldn't pay his office
rent"
HE is an extravagant young man."
said Mrs. Bassett,
Philippi arose impulsively. "Where
is Mr. Bassett?T 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,"
Does Mr.. Raymond smoker" asked
Miss Pendleton archly.
raymond neither smokes. drinks,
nor plays cards, and think may add,
never swears," said Mrs. Bassett. '1t
/ were young lady | should hesitate
TO accept attentions from young men
addicted to those vices"
Philippa chuckled. "Too bad Mr..
Bassett smokes, isn't it?" she commes.
Grated. "And chews, too" she added,
remlniscently. 'Tve seen him splitting
all over the flower beds. Does EN-
good, he says"
A dull flush stained Mrs. Bassett's
cheek. 'T didn't raise Mr.. Bassett,"
she said tartly.
"You married him, though" muir
INJURED Philippa as she skipped through
the flower garden and In at the wicket
gate. The Bassett cat, respectable
gray tabby, lay summing herself under
the rose bushes. Philippa "sicked"
Wrinkles on her venomously
N. a
toilet She took down pair of
French heels and their silk-stockins
mates The bronze curls she flung up
In loosened abandon, coaxing out the
maddening little ringlets. The new
pink froclx was vastly becoming. Her
dimpled elbows were bare, and her
white throat and neck cleaned
through filmy lace.
The appealing toot of Dicky's auto
mobile Glove the air, and Philippa
gathered up Wrinkles and Haunted ont
trlumphantly, her giddy heels clackirg
over the pavement
The Bassets were on their porch
Pa Bassett, Mrs. Bassett, and Ray
mond, the good-loolSing young SUR
geon, their son. He glowercd on
>
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.
ITO get pointers on Raymond" dim
pied Philippe. "IIe neither smokes.
chews, CANDLES nor swears." !
Mutt" said Dicky.
"You do all those things, Dicky," re-
proved Philippa,
1.-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 Philippa pensively.
so that's it," said Lambert slowly.
you're going to turn me down for
Bassett. and want to rub 1t in"
"Raymond's model of conscious
virtue" said Philippa, with side
glance at Dichy. He turned the ma
chine around in silence, and silently
they Hkidded along. The twilight was
deepening as Philippa laid q hand on
bis arm. He turned to her miserably.
Her NIKE eyes were full of tremu-
ious light. tits you, Dicky, it's you'll"
she cried softly. you're to rescue me
from the Bassetts and a halo"
Dicly 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. J
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 a vigor-
GUS individuality through forty years
of marital vicissitudes. "Shes fine
piece of goods, and SOS her mother.
A little kerless now, but the bit and
rein'll steady her"
"Such illusions, fatherl" said Mrs.
Bassett, drawing the corners of her
shawl around her. ''Miss Pendleton
was hero this afternoon she said,
turning to her son.
"Yes?" he said without interest.
There's girl after my own heart"
she replied.
Raymond shrugged mis- shoulders. He
caught the tinkle OF Philippa's man.
dolin and ground his teeth impotently.
He, the Woodworking young surgeon
with balance at the bank and a
steadily increasing practice, had lost.
And to what? A penniless young law
yer with nothing but the gift of CAB
and unlimited nerve.
''You'd like Miss Pendleton IL you
knew her better" his mother was say
ing.
A gay little French song of Philip
pas fioated out on the fragrant sum-
mer night
"Confound Miss Pevdleton!" mutter-
ed young Bassett yrimly.
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All In the Name.
"How about love in cottage?"