The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1912-04-05
Giving A
Demonstration

Dear" said little Miss Dimple, as
she snuggled up to her husband of six
months, 1--we just had a letter from
Ruth and she's coming down to visit
u.s."
and" suggested Dimple, help
fully, as she paused.
And, dear, 1 want you to be nice to
her! Won't you, please? know she
thinks you don't like her very well,
because you never paid any attention
to her when you came to see me. Don't
you see, dear, she may think that she
isn't welcome unless you're specially
nice! You'll be obliging, won't your"
Mrs. Dimple ran her fingers through
his hair, to make him pleasant and
good tempered. She had found many
similarities between her husband and
her cat in the last six months, particu-
larly in their response to certain treat
ments.
why, of counsel" he replied. "What
on earth made Ruth think 1 didn't like
her? 1 think she's a peach-next best
to the one picked! Tell her to hus-
tie down, and we'll show her a bully
time!"
Little Mrs. Dimple Immediately sat
down and wrote to Ruth, and thus her
beloved sister arrived in the course of
time.
Dimple met her at the train and
brought her home in a taxi. Mrs.
Dlmple's eyes opened wide at the I'M
usual extravaganza She wondered,
but she said nothing and was glad her
husband was keeping his dislikes so
well hid, for she was sure that he was
really hiding his feelings. She was
positive that he rather disliked Ruth.
The first morning after Ruth's ar
rival Dimple announced that he had
made plans to get away from business
In the afternoon to take them out.
why" exclaimed Mrs. Dimple,
and stopped. She could hardly believe
her senses. Hadn't he been quite I'M
abie to get away from his work, even
Tor an hour, when her best chum had
been married. Dear" she objected
when she had caught her breath, chow
can you? Besides, I've got an engage
ment at the dentists and can't DOS
sibly break it,"
well, you go to the dentists" said |
Dlmple, "and Ruth and I will see the
town. | can't very we'll put it off, as |
I've made all arrangements" Then
ne left before Mrs. Dimple could make |
up her mind what to say.
Its funny" she confided to Ruth. |
He's never been able to leave his
work for a day before, and we've new
er afforded taxi, but he's Just the
dearest man and he's doing these
things because he promised mel" She
felt better for the assurance.
Ruth and Dimple didn't get back to
supper that night. Mrs. Dimple met1
them at the door, some hours later.
bravely keeping back the tears while
she assured them that the dinner. cold
In the dining room, didn't make any
dlference and that she was glad they
had dined at the downtown restaurant,
since they had happened to be near it
just at dinner time!
The next night her husband had
tickets for the opera, and Mrs. Dim
pie dressed in her best and was hap
py. But when, on entering the thea
ter, she found herself following the
usher into box, she felt her knees
snake, and she looked hard at her hus.
band, fearing his sanity. She really
didn't have clothes for sitting in boxes.
so she sat behind Ruth, who, all in
white and wearing violets, was fitted
lor almost any scene of social splen-
DOR. Her husband, of course, sat with
the guest, and talked every minute.
Mrs. Dimple didn't know he could be
so entertaining. She wondered why
she had never been able to draw him
out.
entertainments for every night and
1or some afternoons were planned BY
Dlmple. Mrs. Dimple, worn with the
late hours as we'll as with worry, soon
began to look forward eagerly to her
departure But when the time
arrived for her to leave Dimple begged
so hard for her to stay that she agreed
TO remain another week at least.
Mrs. Dimple sought out a private
telephone booth that day, and, putting
In long-distance call, succeeded in
having telegram sent to Ruth to re-
turn nome Immediately.
huth's done!" she announced to
her husband, when he reached home
that night. Then when he breathed a
aeep sigh of relief she looked at him
"ltherlngly and told him in plain lam
guage what she thought of hypocrites.
Dimple, however, is still trying to
persuade her that he merely aimed +o