The Colorado statesman., 1915-10-02
PICKLES
BY JEAN pIckERSoN.


found large motor van turning in
at the gates of the next estate, the
Willows.
Dorothy Masters from her couch
hammock on the western terrace
caught a glimpse through the trees
of the big van as it flashed up the
| avenue door.
"PerrydilIs Pickles!" she groaned,
in despair, and then, turning to her
amiable little mother, who was read
ing near by, Dorothy went on: Moth
er, dear, Perrydills Pickles have ar
rived"
mol" denied Mrs. Masters, in as
constituent.
Il shall never forgive Major Blum
for selling the Willows to such impos-
sible people," pursued Mrs. Masters,
folding her plump hands on her book.
why, they say, Dolly, that Mrs. Per-
rydill actually began the business by
making pickles in her own Kitchen,
and it became so profitable that her
husband gave up his position, what
ever it was, and helped her. Now they
have two immense factories and a
number of small ones here and there!"
Fancy" commented Dolly, wrin-
king her pretty nose.
You can imagine what they will
, do to the Willows" complained Mrs.
Masters, as il it really mattered to
her, anyway; paint the house red
or green-have iron dogs and deer
on the lawn and drive big red car"
Dorothy laughed.
Don't worry, mother; perhaps they
have exquisite taste, after all-only,
somehow, seem to smell vinegar and
pickles every time their name is men-
toned. 1 wonder if there is a fam
| ily?"
"A girl, believe-and your father
said there was a very clever son who
carried off all honors at college,"
Perhaps Bob knows him.
Hardly. 1 hope that Bob won't
fall in love with the girl"
Dorothy laughed again.
Don't borrow trouble, mother. It
may be that the girl won't look at
Brother Bob"
Mrs. Masters bristled.
She is more than likely to notice
him. Dolly she said, in an offended
tone. Your brother is very hand
some and an extremely fascinating
young man.
Poor Miss Perrydill Pickles!"
Knocked Dorothy.
81 beg your pardon!" said a cool
little voice.
Mrs Masters and her daughter
jumped visibly.
| Below them on the shaded path
stood young girl of striking beauty
albeit her hair was a rich red and a
few golden freckles powdered her ap-
| ple-blossom complexion. She wore a
simple dress of white linen and she
carried white parasol.
IT beg your pardon" she repeated,
compos<dly, but l am wondering if
you wiI be so kind as to let me use
your telephone? They have not con-
nected ours and it is very important
that I should talk to New York at
once"
Mrs. Masters was all cordiality at
once.
"Ot course she cried, rising anil
leading the way into the house. Pray
make use of it at your pleasure until
your own has been installed. Moving
is such a bore, isn't it ~
'I think it's rather fun said the
girl, furling her parasol and shooting
an odd glance at Dorothy's splendid
young figure.
"Oh, do you? Just fancy! I'm
sure you are Miss Perryiill from the
Willows. Yes? Let me introduce you
to my daughter Dorothy-I hope we
shall see a great deal of each other
this summer"
Dorothy added a pretty speech to
her mothers, but Lima Perrydill only
nodded and said that they went out
very little-were perfect hermits, in
fact. l
After that she went into the house
with Mrs. Masters, and when she left
1t was by another door, so thu Doro-
thy did not see her again that after
noon. Mrs. Masters came back to the
terrace.
"Well?" she asked Dorothy.
Pretty as picture said Dorothy,
generously. Poor Bobby"
Bob hates red hair" said Bob's
mother She looks like little spit
fire."
Bob likes that kind" insinuated
Dorothy.
Il asked her about the family
there's the mother, who has retired
from the business-the father. who is
L
should Judge from what she said
and brother, whom she mentioned
casually. We must call as soon as
they are settled"
You vowed you wouldn't, Mother
Masters!"
There is no harm in one call-if
they are mpossible-why, the ac-
quaintance can die OUT