The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1913-03-06
WOES OF BRIDE-ELECT
BY BENNETT JOHNSON.

He"e - q uitdhl, anu Thai ven Is an
other. You are a marvel What for
especially?"
The other young woman smiled com
placently. DO strike you that way?'
she incurred in gratiaed tones. Then
must be all right, for that is pre-
cisely the effect I intended to pro.
duce. If it had been a shade less
should have considered my toilet a
failure! l wanted to make it impos-
sible for any one to think of me as
anything but the most fashionable
thing on earthl"
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 were all coming to
call on me- Naturally | was anxious
to make a good impression"
We'll, that was easy" said her
friend. ut never is what one would
call hard work to look at you!"
"Waitl" said the fashionable one
in hollow tones. For two weeks
went around from breakfast time till
the lights We're out at night, so dressed
up that nobody dreamed of asking me
to dust the living room, as usual, or do
anything but ornament the place.
Then a bushel Of tomatoe0 came the
day mother had to go to luncheon. Go
on!' 7 told her, heroically 4 viii
make the chill sauce and the catch
up!'
I'VE never leave such things to the
cook. In fact, to get rid OF the cook
told her to take the afternoon off, so
that l would have clear field in the
kitchen. suppose there are won
derful individuals who can work up a
bushel of tomatoes while attred in
neat blue serge with white collar and
cuffs, like the angelic persons we see
in the pictures, and emerge unruhled. |
But when I tackle anything like
tomatoes I get into it 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 signt.
Everything on the stove started
boiling at once and was hot and fus-
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 doorbell that you aren't an
swering. 1t seems so accusing and re
proachful. Just as said for the fourth
time Let it ring I dropped a preserv-
ing spoon splash into the catchup and
rushed madly to the door
q had remembered that the dress
maker was to send home my dress
that afternoon for the dance that
hight wrenched open the front
ioor to catch the figure descending
he steps.
"Oh yes, it was Harry's mother,
lear. 1t couldn't have been any one
Use on earth, you know. There she
TODD gazing at her daughter-in-law-
,lect. who resembled at that moment
cross between an inebriated cook
nd a squashed tomato. Harry's moth a
r is one Of those neat, perfect wom-
n. to whom hair out of place is
erfectly unexplainable phenomenon. p
know she burst into tears at her q
ons fate the instant she withdrew ],
rom my presence. And the tomato 81
atchup all burned up while I was sit
ing in the best parlor chair smear N
lg it with tomatoes and acting as "
hough l was quite happy. al
"The men came to clean out the pl
1rnace the other day, and mother and b.
took the same time to clean the
.oreroom. You know what a store &c
pom does to you-it puts cobwebs in ca
our hair and grimes you with dust, 81;
nd you get SCOT on your nose and gi
ear the gown that is worse than I'M
our worst one. When the bell rang &c
lis time-it being the maids day out pi
mother said. Oh, botherl That on
ust be Mrs Phipps for the sewing lie
,ciety stuff Do run up and hand ru
II the bundle | left in the front an
Ill wi
81 ran, incidentally tumbling over Lol
e furnace mans litter and putting 80
Y hands into a basket of SCOT and nc
hes, which ! busted off on my apron ou
went. Yes it was Harry's mar sh'
I'd sister, who takes two hours every Ias
y to dress and hyphenates her
me. ms
q viii say nothing Of the day Harry o
troduced me to cousin of his whom lok
met by chance, when it had been
ming and | had no umbrella. You rs
ow what my hair looks like when pic
gets damp-exactly like straggly eHs
oe lacesl a f
Nor will I mention the time | met and
irry's younger sister It was in 4
auty parlcr where | had my hair gol
He'd back from my countenance and boa
d cream all over my face. Are you gre
Ie to imagine me smiling in self wri
ssessed way and saying, SO glad to DOL
et you, at last? kin
Well am now waiting for the aat
i which is to bear me in all my ore
.sent splendor to make round OF nte
Is on mother, married sister, young n
.r;c+or and ooucin M vou hlar1o IL