The Huttig news., 1913-10-04
LUCILE'S OTHER DRESS
BY E. w. MILLErT.

an 1mpromptu dance at the country club that evening and he asked me to go with him. The only frock l had suitable to wear was my embroidered swiss, and when I got it out was dis mayed to find it quite mussy and soiled.
 Why don't you wear your pink and white marquisette?" asked mother.
 I've worn it twice when I've been out with Arthur, I replied. q don't want him to think it's the only sum mer gown l own" Then I threw the embroidered swiss over my arm and started downstairs.
 Now, Lucille, don't have Tilly do up that dress unless she is perfectly willing called mother after me. q don't like to have extra work put on her in this hot weather
 called back that lilly need not do up my frock unless she wanted to. And, to tell the truth. she did not seem very enthusiastic when I first preached the subject
 lilly" I said, with a sudden inspi. ration just as 1 was about to leave the kitchen. "how would you like to have the whole day off tomorrow and go out the suburb where your aunt lives? If you'll do me this favor of laundering this dress this afternoon in a hurry. you may have holiday tomorrow. and I'll give you the money to pay your fare out to your aunts"
 Her discontented look turned into smile as spoke Then she took the gown with alacrity, and it certainly looked exquisite when she brought it up to me in my room two hours later
 You are as fresh as marguerite" said Arthur, admiringly, when he saw me that evening, so I felt repaid for all my trouble in getting the dress washed and ironed for the occasion.
 As we whirled away in his car. he asked looking down the street: Isn't that Louise Erwin?'
 Yes, I believe 1t is," I said, and waved my gloyed hand to Louise, who looked rather astonished.
 T wonder if she wouldn't like to go along" said Arthur, and slackened the speed of the car. There's sure. to be plenty of extra men at the club to- aight''
 "Oh, no. she is scarcely dressed for a party I answered, laughing. Your suggestion is awfully kind, but most | You know, Louise is quite old-maidy about wanting to have on the proper thing"
 When got home mother was up, as is usual with her. l almost wish that she was under doctors orders 10 be in bed before ten o'clock, for 1 know it's injurious to her to stay up iate l nearly always find her nervous and overwrought when I come in from any party or little trip.
 Lucille she said, aceusingly, 'I think it was extremely thoughtless of you to forget that you had asked Lou lse Erwin here to dinner. She seemed hurt at your going away as you did"
 Louise is foolishly sensitive, moth er," explained. "It wasn't as if l had invited her to dinner party. I just casually asked her to come up and help me make some fudge which | sion class picnic tomorrow"
 Well she made it." said mother. in a crisp tone.
 had net Carl Bates sister at the country club that evening and had agreed to go out to Evanston early the next morning to pass the day with her When l got home in the evening, after mother met me at the door with a reproachful face
 Well. I surely have had a day of iti" she exclaimed 'I was greatly Lucille, when lilly left the house this morning as soon as the breakfast dishes were washed. She said you told her that she could have a holiday and she looked so dreadfully disappointed at the thought of giving it up that. of course, had to let her go.
 ''The worst of 1t was" she eontin- ued, that Fannie had to be away on account of her mission class picnic and there was no one to help me gat lunch for. your Aunt Rachel, who dropped in"
 Dear mel, l replied. 'l do wish Aunt Rachel would have the kindness to let you know when she is coming
 q told her to come any time this week, never supposing you would de prive me of cook for whole day, complained mother q also had to get dinner I must say. Lucille. that I'm all out of patience with youi"
 Why. mother, darling," l cried, you would never speak te me so harshly if Aunt Rachel had not infiu- enced you. She is always criticising me- but I thought you loved me.
 of course, love you. Lucille" said mother, Out I'm so hot and tired that I'm afraid I'm feeling little cross You must forgive me, dear"
 What could I do but tell her that I forgave her?
 Poor. dear mother, What pity it Is that she permits small domestic oc currences to disturb her so greatly! It. would be a comfort to me if she had somewhat more poise and self control