Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1916-05-11

they were, before me, but couldn't
steal 'em and sell 'em. and so-well. so
did what ] could!'
She leaned back and laughed reas-
suringly to her troubled mother. ut
seemed to be success-what could"
| she said. clasping her hands behind
her neck and stirring the rocker to mo-
| ton as a rhythmic accompaniment to
her narrative 'The girl Edith and her
sister-in-law, Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan.
| were too anxious about the effect Of
things on me. The fathers worth a
bushel of both of them, If he knew it,
He's what he is. | like him." She
| paused re1ectively. continuing.
"Edith's interested in that Lamhorn
boy; he's good-looking and not stupid,
but | think he's" She interrupted
herself with CHEEKY cutlery: 'Oh,
| mustn't be calling him names! If
he's trying to make Edith like him
ought to respect him as colleague"
II don't understand thing you're
| talking about" Mrs. Vertrees com
planned.
"All the better! Well, he's bad lot,
that Lamhorn boy; everybody's always
known that, but the Sheridans don't
know the everybodies that know. He
sat between Edith and Mrs. Roscoe
Sheridan. She's like those people you
| wondered about at the theater the last
time we went--dressed In ballgowns;
bound to show their clothes and Jewels
somewhere! She fatters the father,
and so did I, for that matter-but not
that way. ! treated him outrageouslyr'
| MARY.
That's what battered him. After
dinner he made the whole regiment of
us follow him all over the house, while
he lectured like a guide on the Pala-
tine. He gave dimensions and costs.
and the whole b'ilin' of 'em listened as
IL they thought he intended to make
them present OF the house. What he
was p, oudest of was The plumbing and
that Bay Of Naples panorama in the
hall. He made Us look at all the
plumbing-bathroom and everywhere
| else-and then ne made us look at the
Bay of Naples, He said it was a hun
dred and eleven feet long. but think
it's more Aud he led us all into the
ready-made library to see poem
Edith had taken prize with at school.
They'd had ii printed in gold letters
and framed in mother of-pearl. But
| lie poem itself was rathe: simple ana
/ wistful and nice--he read 1t to us,
though Edith tried to stop him. She
was modest about 1t, and said she'd
never written anything else. And then.
after a while, Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan
| asked me TO come across the street to
her house with them-her husband and
Edith and Mr. Lamhorn and Jim Sheri-
| dan"
| Mrs. Vertrees was shocked. "Jim.'
she exclaimed. "Mary, please"
/ ."Of course" said Mary. "I'll make
it as easy for you as I can. mamma.
Mr.. James Sheridan, Jr. We went over
there, and Mrs. Roscoe explained that
the men were dying for drink
though ! noticed that Mr.. Lamhorn
was the only one near deaths door on
| that account. Edith and Mrs. Roscoe
said they knew I'd been bored at the
dinner. They were objectlonably apollo
getic about It, and they seemed to
think now we were going to have a
good time to make up for II. But !
hadn't been bored at the dinner, I'd
been amused; and the good time at
Mrs. Roscoe's was horribly, horribly
stupid
"But, Mary" her mother began. ''is
is" And she seemed unable to
complete the question.
'Never mind, mamma. I'll say 1t. Is
Mr.. James Sheridan, Jr., stupid? I'm
sure he's not at all stupid about bust
ness. Otherwise oh, what right
have to be calling people stupid be
lcause they're not exactly my kind