The Winslow mail., 1914-08-08
NOTHING ELSE TO DO

BY AMELIA COHEN.

CO4dA VI A6T blouse III I'LL lII1IdISO
way.
"Gee!" she breathed to the stenog-
rapher from across the hall who had
brought her lunch over to Miss Fat
tershalIs office, where there was a
breeze. This weather is fierce! This
Is the sort Of thing that makes me
hate to work for living. l want to
put dynamite bombs under all the
hammocks wherein swing languid
ladies' in lace frocks reading the latest
thriller and getting away with bon
Oons while father or husband does the
toiling down town! Yes, l do"
why l never heard you talk SOL"
cried the stenographer from across
the hall. you've always been per-
fectly contented!"
THE best of us have our off days"
said Miss Fattershall gloomily. when
it gets to be 10 in the shade l general
ly abandon my noble theories and be-
come lady anarchist! Just as soon
as it gets cool you will find me back at
the old stand preaching patience, con-
tentment and contempt for the idle
rich!
Even now," went on Miss Fatter-
shall, with the perspiration trickling
down my complexion in little bitches
can still remember that the idle rich
have their troubles. Why, it was just
because she had nothing else to do
that my boss daughter Genevieve
Pye, picked up her foreign count-and
believe me, she has been busy ever
since! Her daily program has been
something like this: Seven a. M,
cable papa for funds. Eight a. m, see
Giuseppes creditors and stave them
off. Nine a. M, cable to see If papa
has got the first cable and urge haste.
Ten a. M, explain to Giuseppe why |
cannot pay his new gambling debts.
Eleven a. M, cable to papa for addi-
tional funds. Noon, see more Of
Giuseppe's creditors. After lunch
pawn my diamond earrings and pay
the grocery bill. Two p. NJ, cable papa
for more"
"Goodness!" gasped the stenograph-
er from across the hall, "if it's as bad
as that l should think she would pack
up and come home"
ooh, dear MOI" explained Miss Fat
tershall. "She likes too well to be
spoken of and to as countess. She
can stand eight months of horrors
over there just to pass four months in
Chicago each year and have all her old
girl friends turn green with envy and
rage at her note paper with Giuseppe's
gorgeous coat Of arms on it and at the
way the buffers announce, The Count
ess di Flippa Flazazza! whenever she
enters a room!
Think how you'd feel after you'd
gone to school with girl and knew
she didn't know any more than you
did and you had sWiped all her beaus
in those days without any effort at all
think how it would make you feel
if your name was Mary Smith and hers
sounded like the whole alphabet set TO
ragtime.
"I don't say that it's brainy form
Of amusement, but Genevieve appears
to find it worth while! At least she
endures Giuseppe for the sake Of it.
I saw him at the wedding and-well, |
wouldn't change places with Genev-
ieve, not even with all this hot
weather!
"And again." went on Miss Fatter-
shall meditatiVely, there's Mrs. Pye
herself! She's got the house on the
boulevard and the summer place at
Lake Geneva and the hunting lodge
UP in the mountains and the yacht to
look after and, come to think Of it,
that must take some time! Gee!
Wouldn't you like to feel that twice
every year you had to see that nine
hundred and forty-eleven rooms were
all cleaned and that there were enough
sheets and pillowcases for young
hotel with the monograms just right
and the refrigerator on the boat was
stocked for instant sailing to any spot
and that buttons were all on Papa
Pye's 60 suits Of pajamas and that
you hadn't forgotten any of the hun
dreds of birthdays and anniversaries
on your list and that Christmas was
looming up ahead with another list
and all the winters program of swell
dinner parties TO make! Besides get
ting your wardrobe Of SO dresses in
between!
Mercy goodness" Miss Fatter-
shall gasped and surveyed the stenog'
rapher from across the hall with
round eyes. Doesn't it make you
ache all over to think about it? And
every blessed thing l have to do after
working all day is to hustle home and
get into fresh clothes and hang up my
other dress and walk to the ice cream
parlor with Jimmy in the cool OF the
evening! Sa-a-a-y! I guess we don't
have it so bad after all"
NO" agreed the stenographer from
across the hall quite cheerfully, 1T
looks as though we had soft snap!"
Secret Is Out.