The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-09

A H&Q&M breezily stirring the dinng-room atmos- phere of the Hotel Riverside, at Reno SES Nevada, with their exchange of bespangled - gossip, paused instant and stared phil
 osophicaly at their soup-p1ates.
 S 'If you will learn eat your soup as
 part of the programme of your getting your D. L. 1t will make it easer, soohed Mrs. Trent, frail, resigned-looxing who getting her divorce upon grounds of extreme cruelty, because her husband objected to her playing bridge.
 "Ady D. L-7" Mrs. Wick1if-Ames lifted nterro- ezting eyebrow.
 ~Your decree of liberty You will learn our pzrlanee," sang out Mir Bobby Stanton to the tyro. "Just think get mine tomorrow"
 Mir. Bobby looked sn1iling1y about the Round Table and coplacently received the of congratula ton
 ''Tomorrowt" enviously sighed Mrs. Ripley, who had been in residence only three months She reached under the table for sympathetic clasp of Mrs. Trents hand. There a bond between them, because Mrs. Ripley was also getting her decree upon the extreme cruelty charge-her husband would allow her to .rse any artistic facial embellishments
 How do you feel, MT. Bobby?" queried Captain Wi11oughby looking up from his nervous perusaI of mining stock quotations in the Reno Herald
 How do fee1?" said Mir. Bobby slowly. 'tWen, to tell you the truth my friends somewhat like a ragged animal that's let loose and doesn't know what to do with his freedom"
 "Oh I can't imagine it's being like that" purred Mrs. Ripley, with finished uplifted glance the artist, Mir. Pecinovsxy.
 aNor l." enphatica11y agreed Mr. Pecinovsly, whose period of waiting for his decree had been spent in making water-coIor studies of Mrs Ripeys golden head and planning bonds.
 tfYou wish to bring you another kind of soup, uladam?"
 The waitress low voice recalled Mrs. Wick1if-Arnes the ordeal of eating.
 ''Yes-get something else-anything,' she an swered, waving away the menu-card anything that doesn't look like this
 More than one of the Divorce Colony looked after the waitress she walked out of the dining-room carrying the rejected soup like goddess uplifting offering.
 "She is certainly good-looking for waitress e- claimed Mrs. Trent, speaking in tone somewhat re- sentfu if the waitress with the beauty of her Greuze face had infrnged upon Divorce Colony rights, which were imperia1ly exclusive
 "A waitress?" cried Mrs. Ripley suddenly leaning forward with narrowing eyes the last futter of the little white apron disappeared Waitress? I'll wager she's carried tray before in her life. She certainly has amateurish way with it. Did you notice what arstocratc-1ooking hands she has7 And what an air of distinction in her bearing7"
 sT just noticing n1yself-and did you notice her hair7 It's like burnished copper She Botticellis Smonetta out of running" remarked MT. Pecnovsky, taking his appreciatve eyes for the fraction of inent from Mrs Rpleys masterfully pencil1ed eye brows
 AI believe she belongs the Divorce Colony" broke in Mrs Trent breath1ess1y Doubtless her brutal husband will pay her expenses, she has work to stay in residence"
 Maybe he thinks he can her baclr' suggested Mrs. Ripley with dramatic force.
 Perhaps hers is M. A. too, murmured Mrs. borrowing 1anguidly into the conversation-
 @.M A. caseT questioned Mrs. WickIf-Ames, irri- tated again by her ignorance.
 'sAGenta anguish case" Mrs. Farrington-W Wentworth informed her quickly. Her husband had caused her mental anguish by his stubborn preference for purple ties and red wallpaper.
 '.She certainly has look of having nedured," rnented Mrs Wick1if-Ames, decisvey, her presson growing marked.
 She has, indeed" the universal cry from all the women at the Round Table.
 Captain Wi1oughby put down his paper with fnality and helped tessellate the fascinating story When the waitress appeared she held the yelled attention of every one-Mr. Bobby excepted, though he appeared to be lost in distracted thought.
 Forget about your next plot, MT. Bobby and rouse yourself to notice her." said Mrs Trent, the new waitress bore away the fsh-plates. theni They had just discovered this charming rnys- Inent she had begun service in the dinng-room, two days before the Brokers Table? Had his pulse not quickened with when had to din- that evening and found that she had been ferred to the Round Table?
 "Yes, tell what you think, MT. Bobby" urged Captain WiIloughby You always such in teresting stories about people"
 MT Bobby's brave persistent optimism struggled buoyanty to assert itself Almost he allowed himself
 fine burst of artistic speculation. Then suddenly the
 memory of past disil1usionments stirred actively like pail it settled smothering1y upon the little flicker of his glowing fancy. His ingenious contribution to the dramatic mosaic in hand died upon his lips