The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1915-05-13
Dill Pickle in a New Role

VI tue WlnuOW, out cOuiQ see nothing
through the treacherous tears.
After moments silence, her
mother said gravely:
You are sure, dear, that you were
not at fault? You know Bob's proud,
independent spirit. He'll surely take
you at your word"
A petulant shrug was Margery's
answer
Il don't care if he does. But he
won't, you'll see," she asserted conf
IDENTIFY as she gathered up some an
gularlOoking parcels. Besides"
she Strengthened up with all the i'm
pressive dignity Of her five-feet-one-
in-her-stockings, besides, l wasn't
a bit unreasonable, either. / only
asked him to get some stationery en-
graved with his family crest, and he
just laughed; said it was stupid and
snobbish and un-American, and |
don't know what all. It's the first
thing he's refused me since we were
married, and / think he's the unreas-
enable one" and she shifted after
the manner of scpoiled child.
voice.
"Oh, we talked good deal about
it," Margery admitted with slow re-
luctance, ''and | tried to show him
that with such fine old name he
ought 70 be proud of it and do as the
Van Amsterdams and other old fam
lilies are doing, and use the coat-of-
arms on our house linen and silver
and-and-limousine-when We get
it. 1t would be SO classy, mumsy,
dear" and AIargery's eyes danced
with anticipatery pleasure.
Her mother shook her head.
Embarrassed and trifle nettled
by the wordless disapproval, Mar
gerry hurried on in confused explana-
tiOn.
But Bob only laughed; he said
was a little snob; he made remarks
about the effete aristocraey, and a
whole lot of other rubbish. When |
told him he was a democrat and IA
--plebeian he laughed all the harder.
That made me angry" and Margery
glanced bit anxiously at the clock.
Il must catch the next car, mother.
Will you come with me?" and she
snatched up her parcels and started
for the door
mo, I'll so home, dear A happy
day to you. And-I-wouldn't-"
she started to say, then thinking bet
ter of it she kissed her daughter ten
derly and hurried away.
Margery stood for a moment look
ing down absently at the toe of her
dainty pump.
Mother doesn't approve, can
see that" she admitted with frown.
Il suppose she's right, but, oh, dear,
we can't all be sensible" Margery
sighed as she stopped to pick a
thread from her skirt. "He might
have done it if only to please me. !
wonder" she mused as she took a
last survey of herself in the glass, 81
wonder If he really will be mean
enough to take me at my word and
= not speak till We make up" and d
shadow of anxiety had crept into her
face when she left the room.
As she hurried down the street
Nora called after her.
Did We want the pickle, NUM-"
"Oh, ! came near forgetting it,
Margery exclaimed. flushing with an
noyance as she caught a glimpse of
an amused smile on the face of a
passing neighbor. What a bother
that would have been!" She reached
out daintily- -gloved hand for the
dripping. slippery eonfection which
. she saw to her dismay was wrapped
but loosely in single piece of par.
affine paper, quite innocent of a
: confining string. A car was COM
ing with precipitate directness that
: left no time to cover the plebeian par
, eel more securely, so clutching 1t gin
gerly. she tried to conceal it among
her parcels and fastened on. As the
r onrushing electric approached the
, corner shrill voice yelled after her:
You've dropped something
t aam," and small boy, grinnine
, wickedly, overlook and handed hel
; the elusive pickle Just as she stepped
- aboard the crowded car.
! Breathless and embarrassed, pain
fully CONSCIOUS of the amused faces o1
> the curious passengers, she sat dowr
| in the nearest seat next the aristo
; cratic Mrs. Van Houten, whom she
l had recently met at an afternoon
: function.
Good morning, Mrs. Osterhout
Lovely day." greeted her neighbor
glancing with well-bred curiosity a.