New Britain herald., 1916-11-29

Why Is Mrs. Allis at the Farmhouse? at the Cosgrave supper table noticed the fear in Mrs. Cosgroves eyes when I said I was very sure that could tell her twin sons apart.
 With the self-control, which could only have come through years of bit ter training, she banished the terror from her eyes and turned easily to the boy in khaki garb.
 Did you say you caught two of them ?" she replied, with a smile that showed her pride in the lad; that s splendid! Are they big ones?''
 ''Whoppers!' the boy returned, with an answering smile that must have gladdened the mothers heart-so full of boyish love and admiration it was. "They must be at least IA pounds apiece. And they're young ones, tool"
 "Pretty good Ned!" his father com mented, "that means a good dinner to- morrow. Sit in now and eat your sup per; then we'll take care of your beauties. Have you ever eaten real country roast turkey?' He turned to me as his son sat down and attacked his mothers good things with all the
 
 "Not since I was a child,'' J said, smiling. i've eaten fowls that were called turkeys at restaurants, but you can imagine what they were like.'
 Well. then you'll certainly have a treat tomorrow" Mr. Cosgrove said emphatically. "I had mighty fine lot of young turkeys this year, but they all took to the woods on the mountain side to roost, and we have the Old Nick's own time catching them. But the boys find it as much sport as hunting wild turkeys would be. Ned here seems to have especial luck in getting them, so when we want a feast We send him out. And when you tackle those turkeys fixed up by mother over there, I think you will open your e->~@. There's nobody in ; the Catskil \ at can roast fowls the way mother does; isn't that so Mrs. 1 A1lis?"
 The slender dark woman to whom I had taken an unaccountable aversion, looked up at her host with twinkling eyes in which there was unmistaka ble coquetry.
 That is most certainly SOL she agreed, smiling into his eyes and i then throwing her hands out with a pretty Gallic gesture, she added: l "What a happy woman Mrs. Cos 1 grove ought to be with her husband so ardent an admirer of all her vir- 1 tues!''
 ! A Clint of Anger
 There was a subtle mockery in the ] speech that made me realize why Mrs 1 Cosgrove disliked Mrs. Allis, a fact which I had suspected when before supper Mrs. Cosgrove had said il would be amusing to see Mrs. Allis when she discovered that Dicky and l were married instead of being brother and sister as she had thought
 It only needed this last little incl dent to enable me to classify Mrs Allis. I mentally pigeon-holed her as one of the women who take malicious delight in making other women un- comfortable in every way possible.
 She was not woman of whom l could ever be jealous with the emotion that had made me so hate Grace Draper. Though Grace Draper had had mad, ruthless passion for , Dicky her nature was not a petty one But put down Mrs Alls as the sink i ing feline sort of woman who hurt peoples feelings in order to give her self the same sort of pleasure that a cat would have in playing with a ] mouse.
 If the woman's petty maliciousness had been the only thing about her 1 which I had noticed I would not have given her two minutes of thought. but 1 there was an indefinable somethine about her. an elusive, furtive air thai made me suspicious of her.