The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-03-03
WOES OF BRIDE.ELECT
ey BENNETT JOHNSON.

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YOU get the clotles9 never saw any.
thing so gorgeous in all my life. Your
hat is a dream, and that veil is an.
other. You are a marvel! What for.
especially
The other yeelg woman smiled CON-
placently. DO strike YOU that way!'
she inquired in cratitiod tones Then
must be all right. for that is pre-
cisely the effect intended to pro-
duce. II it had been shade less l
should have considered my toilet q
failure. | wanted to make 1t impos-
sible for any one to think Of me as
anything but the most fashionable
thing on EARTH"
We'll. you've done IT," declared the
girl in the new fall suit. why"
You know" explained the gor.
geously appareled one, that Harry's
family had never met me before We
were engaged They lived miles away
across town. After we were engaged
Harry said they We're all coming to
call on me- Naturally was anxious
to make a good Impression"
Well. that was easy said her
friend. 1T never is what one would
, call hard work to look at you!"
Watt" said the fashionable one
in hollow tones For two weeks !
| went around from breakfast time TIL
the lights were out at night, 80 dressed
up that nobody dreamed Of asking me
to dust the living room, as usual, or do
anything but ornament the place.
Then bushel Of tomatoes came the
day mother had to 90 TO luncheon. Go
on ! told her. heroically. I will
make the chilli sauce and the catch.
up!'
"We never leave such things to the
cook. In fact, to get rid of the cook
7 told her to take the afternoon of, so
that | would have a clear field in the
kitchen. | suppose there are won
derful individuals who can work up a
bushel of Tomatoes while attircd In a
neat blue serge with white collar and
cuffs, like the angelic persons we see
in the pictures, and emerge unruffied.
but when tackle anything like
tomatoes get into il up to my elbows.
There were tomatoes on the walls,
and tomatoes spattered in my hair
and over my face and my apron was
a sight.
"Everythng on the stove started
boiling at once and was hot and nus
trated when the bell rang.
"'Let It ring said to myself. It
rang again. You know there Is some
thing intensely human and personal
about doorboll that you aren't an
SWcring II seems 50 accusing and re-
proachful Just as said for the fourth
time Let it ring, dropped preserv
ing spoon splash into the catchup and
rushed madlv 20 the door
| Il had remembered that the dress
maker WAS to send home my dress
that afternoon for the dance that
/ ripht. ! wrenched open the front
door to catch the figure descending
the steps.
oh, yes, it vas IIarrys mother.
dear. It couldn't have been any one
else on earth, you know. There she
stood gazing at her daughter-ln-law-
elect, who resembled at that moment
0,.xA, tvA1 lat d
and squashcd tomato Harry's moth.
| er Is one Of those neat, perfect wom-
! en-. to whom hair out of place is a
| perfectly unexplainable phenomenon.
! l know she burst into tears at her
sons fate the instant she withdrew
from my presence. And the tomato
catchup all burned up while | was sit.
ting in the best parlor chair smear
ing it with tomatoes and acting as
though | was quite happy.
The mon came to clean out the
furnace the other day, and mother and
| took the same time to clean the
storeroom You know what store
room does to you--it puts cobwcbs In
| your hair ard grimes yon with dust,
| and you get SCOT on your nose and
wear the gown that is worse than
your worst one When the bell rang
this time-it being the maids day out
mother said oh. bother That
must be Mrs Phipps for the sewing
society stuff, DO run up and hand
her the bundle | left in the front
hall!'
y ran, incidentally tumbling over
the furnace mans litter and putting
my hands into a basket OF SCOT and
ashes. which | busted off on my apron
as went. Yes, il was IIarry's mar
ried sister. who takes two hours every
day TO dress and hyphenates her
name
II will say nothing of the day Harry
introduced me to a cousin of his whom
we met by chance. when it had been
raining and had no umbrella You
know what my hair looks like when
II gets damp-eNactly like straggly
shoe laces,
Nor will mention the time met
Harry's younger sister. 1t was in a
beauty parlor. where l had my hair
pulled back from my countenance and