The enterprise., 1914-08-20

I'm glad did come over" returned
Mrs. Wallingford. POSSIBLY can help
you with Melissa Trip. To begin
with, why not show her to the man.
agers?"
81 haven't any too many friends
among them now" explained Violet.
'Gracious heavens, there she is!''
The ring at the bell however, proved
to be only MIR. Daw and Mr.. Walling-
ford
81 see you're getting new maid"
observed Blackie as he inspected the
contents of celaret that had been
ingeniously built in among the book
cases. "I'll guess I'll have rye. Jim.
How about you? We have so many
servants now, vi. that we don't get
any service
II don't know anything about new
maid" his wife returned. "Blackie,
your scheme of having a cellaret in
every room in the house was all right,
but you'll have ~ get combination
locks. It's no fun to find three serv-
ants half soused in different rooms all
on the same day. What about this
maid?"
I'VE just passed her coming up the
drive" replied Blackie. Say when.
Jim. She had paper alligator skin
suit case in each hand and was bring
ing father along to see that the place
is strictly moral"
'I'm afraid my machine splashed a
| little splushing on father and maybe
on daughter" confessed Wallingford
regretfully. "Father was real nice
little man, and think he apologized,
but daughter has snub nose and /
could see it work"
Don't drink that. Blackie!" COM
manded Violet, taking the glass of rye
from his hand. Il need it. know
your maid by the snub nose. She's
Melissa
"She looked it every inch" respond
ed Blackie.
''1f that was Melissa, have another.
You'll need two. BY the way. who is
Meissa?''
"Honest, is she that awful?" walled
Violet.
"she's worse. if anything" answered
Wallingford with chuckle. she has
round fat wafer of rouge on each
cheek bone and wears green hobble
skirt trimmed with yellow beads"
Violet frightened. II guess get
laugh. anyhow" she decided. But
who's father? Old Man Trip was aw-
full dead when l knew Martha"
From the rear hall there came a
faint buzz. and the four Of them waited
in silence until a CLASSY eyed butler
appeared. openly grinning. to an
nOunce:
miss 'Tripp and Professor FlopAe."
CHAPTER XII.
1.-THE Lama's Goat"
TN the front parlor Melissa Tripp, q
buxom young woman who was
pinched so much in the middle
that she bulged every place else,
cast herself bodily upon Violet Bonnie
with gurgling gush.
'I'd have known you anywhere" de-
clared Melissa, standing back to sur
vey her mothers friend. 1--we had
your Autographs and photographs in
my bedroom for years and years and
years. It's astonishing how slightly
you've changed since | was a little bit
of a girl There is no difference at all
that | can see, except that you've put
on lot of flesh"
"Of course, child, you don't mean to
be catty," returned Violet resgnedly.
II thank you for the compliment, but
may as we'll tell you in the begin
ming that I'd as lief have firecrackers
set off under my chair as to have any
body say years and years and years or
mention fat" Suddenly her brow
cleared, and she smiled serenely.
"How much you look like your moth
er" she observed in satisfied retalia-
ton.
Melissa stiffened Immediately. "How
funny" she said, and forced laugh.
''You don't remember what mother
looks like, l guess"
"I'm not so old that Pm losing my
memory, too," retorted Violet, though
very cheerfully, as she distinctly re-
called the awesome features of Martha
Tripp, whose mere appearance in any
gathering was a signal for snicker.
II remember her so perfectly that l
can seem to see her standing before
me now"
Melissa stiffened still more. "Really,
Pm very rude," she confessed, taking
refuge in her society manners. "All0w
me to introduce my dancing master
Professor Flopsie, Mrs. Daw."
t Professor Flopsie, lean little man
7 with lean little whiskers. mustache
| and hair. all of them parted exactly in
} the center, advanced three PAGES, toe
, ing out nicely and bowling gracefully
with each STEP Strengthening, he
threw back his head and shoulders and
elevated his right hand as one about
to take his partner for the cotillion.
r He seemed almost to be waiting for
: the music. Not knowing what else to
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