Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1913-08-19

eat It out of your hands. Shall 1t be
California or Nova scotia7 And pre-
fer my bride served In light gray
tweed" Tom really is adorable, and
I let him snuggle up just one cousinly
second Then we both laughed and
began to plan what Tom was horrible
enough to call the resurrection razoo
But I kept that delicious rose en-
broidered treasure all to myself. !
wanted him to meet 1t entirely unpre-
pared.
was glad we had both got over our
excitement and were sitting decorous-
" at several inches distance apart
when the Judge drew the grays up to
the gate, and we both went down to
the sidewalk to ask him and the lovely
long lady to come in. They couldn't.
but we stood and talked to them long
enough for Mrs. johnson to get good
look at us from across the street, and
was afraid would find Aunt Ade-
line in q faint when I went into the
house
Miss Chester was delightfully."- gra.
rious about the dinner-I almost called
Il the debut dinner-and the expression
On the judges face when he accepted!
| was glad she was sitting sidewise to
him and couldn't see. Some women
like to make other women unhappy.
but I think 1t is best for you to keep
them blissfully unconscious until you
get what you want Anyway, like
that girl all over, and I can't see that
her neck Is 80 absolutely impossibly
flowery. However, I think she might
have been a little more considerate
about discussing Alfred's London tri-
umph over the Italian mission. As
punishment / let Tom put his arm
around my waist as we stood watch
Ing them drive OF and then was sorry
for the left gra. hcrse that SHE'D and
came in for a crack Of the judges irri-
tated whip.
Then I refused to let Tom come In
side the gate and he went down the
street whistllng, only when he got to
the purple lilac he turned and kissed
his hand to me. That Mrs. Johnson
Just couldn't stand, and she came
across the street Immediately and call
ed me back to the gate.
"You are tempting Providence, Mol
ly Carter" she exclaimed decidedly.
Don't you know Tom Pollard Is moth
ing but fly up the creek? AS hus-
band he'd chew the rope and run
away like puppy the first time your
back was turned. Besides being your
cousin, he's younger than you. What
do you mean"
Hes Just a week younger. Mrs.
johnson, and I wouldn't tie him for
worlds, even If married him." said
meekly. Somehow l like Mrs. johnson
enough to be meek with her and 1t
always brings her to a higher point OF
excitement.
"Tie, nonsense: marrying Is roping
in with ball and chain. to my mind.
And q week between man and
woman in their cradles gets to be If.
teen years between them and their
graves. I'm going to make you the
subject of a silent prayer at the next
missionary meeting, and l must go
home now to see that Sally cooks up
few of Mr.. Johnson's crotchets for
supper" And she began to hurry
away.
"I don't believe you'll be able to
make 1t a silent session about me.
Mrs. Johnson" called after her. and
| she laughed back from her own front
gate. Marriage Is the only worm IN
the bud of Mrs. Johnson's life, and her
laugh has a snap to 1t even II 1t is not
very sugary sweet
When told Judy about the dinner
party and asked her to get the yellow
barber to come help her and her neph-
ew wait on the table she grinned such
wide grin that was afraid OF being
swallowed. She understood that Aunt
Adeline wouldn't be interested In 1t un
| til l had time to tell her all about It
Anyway, she will be going over to
Springfield on a pilgrimage to see MT
Henderson's sister next week she
doesn't know It yet, but do,
After that / spent all the rest OF the
evening in planning my dinner party.
and had a most royal good time.
always have had lots Of company, but
mostly the spend the day kind with
relatives or more relatives to supper
That's what most entertaining IN Hills
boro is like; but rs ] say. once IN
awhile the old slow PAGER wakes up.
I'll never forget my first real dinner
party, as the flower girl for Caroline
Evans wedding, when she married the
Chicago millionaire, from which Hills
boro has never yet recovered. was
sixteen, felt dreadfully naked without
a tucker In my dress and saw Alfred
| for the first time in evening clothes
his first. can hardly stand thinking
about how he looked even now.
haven't been to very many dinner par
ties in my life, but from this time on
| I mean to indulge In them often. Can
die light, pretty women's shoulders
black coat sleeves, cut glass and dow
ers are good ingredients for a JOY
drink, and why not7
But when I got to planning about the
gorgeous food I wanted to give them
all l got into what l feel came near
| being a serious trouble. 1t was writ
| Ing down the recipe for the nesselrode
pudding they make in my family that
undid me. Suddenly hunger rose up
from nowhere and gripped me by the
| throat, gna wed me all over like a bone
then shook me until was limp and un-
| resisting. | must have astralized my
self down to the pantry. for when
became conscious I found myself IN
company with loaf Of bread, plate
| of butter and huge Jar OF jam.
sat down by the long table by the
window and slowly prepared to enjoy
myself. cut OF four slices and but
tered them to an equal thickness and
then more slowly put long silver
spoon into the jam. ! even paused to
admire in Judy's mirror over the table
the effect Of the cascade Of lace that
fell across my arm and lost itself In
the blue simmer Of old Rene's master
piece of a negligee. then deep down
buried the spoon In the purple sweet