Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-08-21


s1cian, you know-kept me In Wen
ma, but I'm looking forward to re-
newing an old friendship. I've had
a glimpse of her, Of course, since I've
been back, but only for a moment"
He spoke so naturally that Mrs.
Lawdon was disappointed. He
glanced at his companion, wondering
how that astute cotillion butterfly,
Charlie Lawdon, had ever been SO
''let in" The whole surface of their
world had been rippled by the plunge
of this particular little c1od into it's
distilled and filtered depths. There
was no denying Mrs. Lawdon's gaudy
and perfumed plebeianism.
''Do you know Mrs. Evelyn well?"
she asked abruptly. "I've only met
her once or twice, but they're old
friends of yours, aren't they?"
"They are two of the best have"
he answered. "Cass and I were col
lege mates-and Patty, oh we'll, I
remember her with long red silk legs
and short brown silk braids,' he
laughed reminiscently. 'She was
funny child, always tired; she was
born tfred-but, here we are; let me
help you"
The carriage drew up before the
main entrance, whose white columns
seemed vast in the soft electric il
Elimination from the dull glass
globes guarding the doorway. The
footman rang the bell and returned
for Wendham's simple suitcase and
Mrs. Lawdon's elaborate travelling
empedimenta. The rest Of her col
lection was in charge of her maid,
due later in the servants trap. A
large hat trunk, however, she had In
sisted should accompany her; in
deed, the valued millinery must not
be out of her sight, and with diff
Guilty it had been installed, to the
, detriment of the speckless knees Of
the footman, who now deposited 1t
resentfully upon the veranda.
The door swung open, revealing
the subdued, rich tones Of the in
terror, where the glow of antique
velvets, heavy with furnished en-
broideries, met the eye. Grape
wound torsion columns of the Span
ish renaissance formed the door
ways, while a dreamy-eyed madon-
ma in the brocade and jeweled robes
of the sixteenth century smiled from
canvas that filled the wall space by
the stairs; two macaws, of ostenta-
tious plumage, swung in gilded rings,
adding a final touch of old world &C.
centricity.
The new arrivals entered and a
moment later Mrs. Evelyn, in a
floating teagown, was extending
languid greetings. Evelyn, however,
made UP in heartiness for his wife's
tepid cordiality. Nobody minded
Patty, anyway; it was Just her way"
Mrs Lawdon, not being familiar with
her hostess's peculiarities, at once
| took umbrage. Only the joy of be-
ing within the Evelyns' exclusive
| portals prevented her from immed1-
| ate rudeness. She cOntented her
self with a mental note to "get
I even," and noisily devoted herself
| to Mr.. Evelyn and Alice Rawlins,
who entered in her cross-country rid
ing trousers, high boots and gray
| frock coat, as alert and vigorous as
a young Amazon.
| "HaIIo Kate have some tea have
a highball? Pat, there, will never
think to ask you. Better warm up
a bit before we go to red up as the
countries say. Oh, Boyd, it's bully
| to meet you again. Of course Cass
| looked out for you'll see it in your
| eve. But it takes the new woman
to look out for herself. What, no!
James! What's yours, Kate-tea
James, take Mrs. Lawdon's furs,
and send them UP to the blue suite
| 1t is the blue suite, isn't it, Patty?
| And send Mrs. Lawdon's maid and
| things there when they come. And
Nellie-see who's here-Boyd Wend-
| ham! Arise and make So Awnings.
A tall, slender, whitehead wo-
man rose from behind the elaborate
tea-table where she had been presid-
| ing, and advanced cordially. "Oh
Boyd" she exclaimed, sit is good te
see you" Her lovely, high-bred face
lost it's cameo whiteness in a soft