The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-02-13

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Lovers, and the total membership Of
the Helping Hand Society sat back
waiting for Elan to be dug out of
the Debris, so they could collect Wit
ness Fees at the Post-mortem.
The Junior earned their abiding Dis
like by putting one across.
He made the Fossils sit up in their
padded Rocking Chairs and pay some
attention to the Idiot Child.
He never could hold down any Posi-
ton until tried out for a Captain Of
Industry, and then he began to Bat
.450 and Field 1898.
After the dusty Workmen had
manufactured the Product. and the
Statesmen had unloaded it, and the
Collectors had brought in the Louies,
then Elan had to sit at a Mahogany
Desk with a Picture of Claudine in
front of him, and figure how much of
the hard-earned Mazuma would be
doled out to his greedy Employees.
Sometimes he would be compelled
to fork over nearly half OF the Gross.
whereupon his Heart would ache and
he would become Morose.
In a few Years he had lot Of new
Buildings, with Skylights and i'm
proved Machinery and all sorts OF hui
name Appliances to enable tn, Work
ing Force to increase the Output.
Ac avnandnd Qnn
the Happy Couple found themselves
on Plush, Claudine began to scan the
Horizon and act restless-like.
She said the Home Town was I'm
possible. 1t certainly did seem Con-
trary to Reason.
Any Woman with a salaried Hus-
band could bust into Society II she
sang in Choir or owned an Ice-Cream
Freezer.
Claudine was for migrating to some
heightened Community beyond the
Rising Sun, where she could sit in
Marble Halls and compare Jewelry
with proud Duennas of her own Sta
ton.
Seeing Claudine at the corner of
sth and Central, waiting for the Green
Car, one would not have suspected
that she harbored Intentions on the
Court Circles of Europe. One would
merely have guessed that she was on
her way to the Drug Store to purchase
much Camphor.
But she had taken a Peek at the
Palm Rooms and the powdered
Lackeys and the Tea Riot a. the
Plaza, and she was painting inwardly.
She wanted to hang silver bell
around her neck and go galloping
with the white-faced Thoroughbreds.
It was no good trying to work up
Speed on a half-mile track in the
Prairie Mud.
Once in a while Claudine made a
bold Sashay to start something devil
ish, but the Fillies trained on the
Farm did not seem gated for the
Grand Circuit.
AS for the Servant Problem, 1t was
something Ferocious. City Help could
, not be lured to the Tall Grass, and all
the Locals had been schooled at the
Railway clearinghouse.
Elan and Claudine had a Cook
named Gusta, born somewhere near
the Arctic Circle in Europe.
Her Fried Chicken drowned in thick
Gravy came under the head of Regu-
lar Food.
She could turn out Waf1es as long
as there was a Customer in sight. The
Biscuits on which she specialized were
light as Down.
The things she fixed to Eat were
Fine and Dandy, but she never had
heard of a Cuisine. When you took
her away from regular Chow and
made her tackle something Casserole
or En- Tasse, she blew.
Also there was a Maid who should
have belonged to the Stevedores'
Union.
She could pack victuals in from
the Buttery and slam them down on
the Table, a la Commercial Hotel,
but when 1t came to building up an
intricate Design with an iugrowing
Napkin. three Spoons, four Knives,
five Forks, and all the long-stemmed
Classes, to say nothing of an artful
pyramiding of Cut Flowers around the
Candelabra, then she was simply fe.
male Blacksmith.
Claudine would throw a Dinner
once in a while, just to subdue the
Wife and Daughter of the National
Bank, but the Crew would nearly al
ways crab the Entertainment.
With the Support accorded by the