The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-12

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well.
They were both pleasant people to look
at as they sat talking on her porch, about
fortnight before the season at Wapiti
opened. Willy was one of those tall, thin,
rather awkward men, with certain definite
quality and distinction which most people
found more attractive than mere good
looks unaccompanied by agreeable charac-
teristics.
AS for Mrs. MacChesney, capability and
efficiency were written all over her. She
was in middle age, of an agreeable plump
ness, with dark, quick, bright eyes, wavy
gray hair and placid, benevolent, mother
ly expression.
In further explanation of her present in
tentions, Mrs. MacChesney went on to say
that she had decided to devote herself ex-
clusively to the development of her new
scheme.
"And that p" asked Gaines pa
tiently.
chat" said Mrs. MacChesney, tap
ping the table gavel-wise with one gloved
forehnger, is this. We have before us
a white summer To explain" seeing his
bewildered expression, women, the world
over, will wear little but white. 1t is the
absolute decree Of fashion. / have it from
the best authorities. The costumes, whether
linen, lawn, lace or embroidery, must be
white, and white must be all the accessories,
hats, shoes, stockings, parasols, gloves, even
shopping bags"
"It's great, Mrs. MacChesney, simply
great. can't pick flaw in it." said
Gaines enthusiastically.
The result of his commentator and her
conviction was that, by the time the season
opened, the Snowflake Laundry was in
admirable running order, and Immediately
began to do fourishing business.
As the summer at Wapiti was fast APP
preaching that imaginary zenith known as
the height of the season, it was given an
especial flip of interest, thrill of excite
ment, by the coming of Rose O'Hara, the
great Irish-American soprano, who arrived
with her French maid and English secretary
to remain until September.
An entire suite had been reserved Cor her
at the Ritz-Wapiti. 1t was the bridal, or
royal, or something of that kind. The
boudoir, hastily constructed of unseasoned
planks, had riffs in the walls two or three
inches wide. The bedrooms and bath were
of sagging canvas. In the boudoir, one
might apply ones eye to the cracks between
the boards and view the panorama of
family life next door. In sleeping chamber
or bath one must perforce hear the most
intimate of whispered conversations in the
adjoining apartments. IF one pinned for
seclusion in Wapiti, one must climb above
timber line to get it.
But Rose O'Hara was an experienced
traveller From rear window she could
almost lay her cheek against steep
mountain, all rocks and scrub pine and
sage bushes How she loved it! She drew
in the cool, dry, pure air in great inhala-
tons. 1t was all magic and mystery.
) Upon these ecstasies Ernestine presently
impinged, CONSERVATION, even despair writ
ten all over hands, eyebrows, shoulders.
God forgive her, but she had been i'll in
New York and had not wished to trouble
Madenoiselle, so she had rashly, time had
proved how rashly, asked Miss Hodgkins,
the secretary, to attend to the packing of
the trunks, and now, she herself had been
unpacking, and to her horror, oh, what
horror she had discovered that there was
She could accuse no one of spite, but that
even an English secretary could have
thrown beautiful gowns into trunks after
such fashion,
"That viii do, said Rose O'Hara per-
emptorily; and then, like all great generals,
she issued her commands briefly and to the
point: Find out where the things may
be most satisfactorily pressed and laun-
dered. Give the people to whom you send
them the least possible time to do them.
will take my meals here in my apartment
until they are finished"
There was, naturally, but one place to
send them - the Snowflake Laundry, and
it maintained the high standard Mrs Mac
Chesney had set for it. Miss O'Hara's
x beautiful and innumerable white garments
lwere promptly returned to her the next
evening
With the slightest of knocks, the maid
burst into the boudoir. There Rose
OHara reclined languidly upon couch.
With British calm, Miss Hodgkins
presented the paper bearing the letter
head, Snowflake Laundry"
Miss O'Hara took it with indifference
coupled with impatience. Then, as her
eyes ran over the items and fell upon the
total amount, they widened, her jaw
dropped
'1ncredible!" she cried. Impossible!
This Is some error. This IS surely the bill