The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1915-07-13

s A Man and His Wife,

The impulse that drove Isabel to &C
ton may not have been . lofty one.
but it produced the desired result. For
three days she thought Of little but
the coming dinner.
Jennie was a good cook and wait
ress, but the mistress def fingers put
! the touch of elegance on all the prepa-
rations. It was she who planned the
color scheme for the repast, selecting
yellow and white as the motif 1t was
she who thought of laying yellow It's
sue paper under the open work OF the
dinner cloth to match the yellow lin
ings she had made for the candle
shades.
Her hands arranged the golden DAT.
fodils and the yellow bon-bons and
fancy cakes. She sailed the almonds
herself and the furnishings of the va
rious dishes were her hand-work.
In her determination to show what
she was capable of she endeavored not
to consider unduly the expense of the
dinner. She ordered the fish that Jen-
ME had suggested-filets of founders
with Holandaise sauce. There would
also be appetizers served in the parlor
| oAASC JOhA AdO AAbAStCO uPOA NoShtdAAo.
/ With all the work that Jennie had
to do she could hardly be expected to
take time to make the caviare dainties,
so they were prepared by the mistress.
Powdered hard-boiled egg-yolks gave
the desired touch of yellow even to
these trifles.
There had been a moment of secret
dismay on the part of the young house
keeper when Jennie had asked her tim
idly if she did not think that she ought
to have somebody in to help wait on
the table. IF there was only six,
could manage alone" the girl said.
But to serve the dinner and wait on
eight people is kinder hard"
A Trained Waitress
for the Occasion.
I'm afraid it is" Isabel acknowl
edged. Yet to get trained waitress to
assist would cost good deal.
Then, as if in reply to her unspoken
protest, there had come telephone
message from Mrs. Maitland. Her sus-
band had been called away suddenly
on business, and she, herself, was laid
up with sharp attack of rheumatism.
SO, after all, there would be only six
people at the dinner.
Isabel informed Jennie of this
change in the plans, and was glad to
see that the maid considered herself
quite competent to manage half-doz-
en-" as she put it. But" she added,
maybe you'd best get a woman for
couple of hours to help wash the dish
es. I've friend who'll come to give
hand with the dishes and in the kitch-
en- for fifty cents
So that was settled. Fifty cents mat
tered little at this juncture, Isabel
thought. When one must pay SO much
for dinner, what was half dollar
more or less?
And the dinner was a success. When
at the close of the evening, Isabel
looked back over the occurrences of
the past three hours she knew this
was true.
The table had been beautiful. Even
Mrs. Simmons had exclaimed with ad
miration when she saw it. Each dish
had been perfect in its way, and Jen-
ME had waited quickly and quietly.
The guests had praised the cocktails.
Now, in the little parlor, they were,
seemingly, having a good time. Mr..
Marsh had just sung several comic
songs, such performances being his
speciality. At present he was chatting
with Ella Sanger.
Adelaide Simmons and John were
bending together over some photo
graphs which the Hamiltons had taken
while on their wedding trip. Henry
Dennis was sitting on the piano stool,
stunning the bars of the latest rag
time melody. The wife appreciated
keenly that she was not really one of
this group-that she was in but not of
| it, She looked at John and Adelaide.
How close together their heads were!
Could it be possible that they were
really studying the commonplace snap
shots?
| A sudden cessation in Dennis's
stunning allowed Adelaide's words
to be heard by the wife. This photo
craps looks like you, Jack" the widow
was saying, 'but it's not as handsome
as you used to be-
| She Overhears Some
Personal Remarks.
Used to be-" John laughed. "You
are unkind. Do.you mean that am not
as good looking as l once was-at
least as you used to think I was?"
Adelaide, too, laughed softly. Dear
boy" she teased, another woman's
possessions are never as lovely as
ones own. And you are another wom-
ans possession now"
81 can't see what difference that
makes" John demurred. Then as Hen
ry Dennis began to play dasMhg two
step, Isabel lost the rest of the sent
ence Had Dennis heard the conversa-
ton and had he tried to drown it?
"Goodness!' exclaimed Adelaide.