New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-12-21

wrong fork mOre'n once or twice. don't mind little
family gaherins at Pinckneys or the Purdy now
l can even look butler in the eye without ieelin
shvery along the spine But these torty-covcr affairs
at the Twombley-Crane with a dinner dance crush
Afterwards and buffet supper at onc-thirty a. NJ
that's where | get off,
Sadie likes to take EN- in once in awhile though,
and as long as she'll spend what there's LETT Of the night
with friends in town. and don't keep me hangin round
until the brewery trucks and milk wagons begin 70 get
busy ] ANT got any kick comm.
1t was one Of these fussy functions | was dodgin.
I'd hal my dinner at home peaceable and quiet while
Sadie drcssin and at that there was plenty OF time
left for me % tow her into town and land her at the
Twou ,ev-Cranes' where they had the sidewalk can
opy out md an extra carriage caller duty. I'd quit
at the mat though, and was slopn down the front
steps when I'm held up by this sharp-spOkcn old girl
with h4 family umbrella and the string bonnet.
"Yoecg man., says she, plantin' herself square in
front o. me- is this Mr.. TwOmblcy-C Crane S house,
"Th is where il begins says |, lookIn' her over some
amusel for that lid Of hers was the quaincs thing
on Fura-avc.
@Hu-aoh," saws she. Looks more like the way into
a circus. What's this thing for;" and She waves the
umbrella scornful at the canopy.
"WAv," says |, this is to protect the guests from
the rude tarcs Of the common herd; also its useful IN
case q q shower"
~Oi Ill things" says she, sniffiin' contemptuous.
~Ii YOU don't like the idea, says |, suppose men
ton j, TO Mr. Twombley-Crane: Maybe he'll take IT.
down
"That1l DO, young mani" says she. "Dont try to be
smart with me! And don't think I'm asking fool qucs
t,a- just out Of curiosity I'm related to Iwombey-
Crane"
"Eh," says I, gawpin' at her
"CCusn by marriage says She
Ill take it all back then says |. Excuse my
ge''in' 50 gay. Come a visit, have YOU
"lc-e-cs,' says she hcsitatin; chat is, spose we
have. We amt made up minds exactly
"We,' says |, gain around.
Mr. Lcavitt is behind the tent there usual says
She and he My land! guess it's jest well he
IS She gasps as limousine rolls up the front Of the
canopy, ivcrcd footnan hops of the drivers seat,
whsk open the door, and helps unload Mrs. X. Taylor
French.
QUITE some wishbone in front and more or less
~ spinal column aft Mrs X. Taylor is cxposn' as
she brushes past us up the strip Of red carpet So you
could hardly blame the old girl for bcin' Jared.
Young man, says she, turnin on severe "whats
going here tonight
DINNER dance that's al, says |.
@You mean they're having lot Of company in, says
She
] mods
"rhea That settles it," says she. ave don't 90 a step
nearer tonight. But where will stay goodness only
kuows."
She plin off, her chin in the air, when it struck
me tha, these really jay relations Of the womb
leyCrancs maybe ought TO lend EN- helpn hand.
81 trails along until She brings up beside another party
who seems 70 be watin patient just under the front
windows.
Hes tall, stoop-shouldcred gent, with a grayish
mustache and a good deal Of gold watch chain loopcd
across his vest In each hand he's holdin' package
careful by the strings and between his feet is one OF
these extension grips that you still in out
In the kerosene circuit
Excuse me- am, says |, "but I'm more or less
friend Of the family, and if you've come special TO
visit EN-, maybe you'd better wait while let 'cm know
You're here. My names McCabc and il youll give