The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1917-07-20

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The sentiment may have indicated
low tastes; but it must be urged in
extenuation that, during two months
on the Continent, Priscilla had met
many beautiful cathedrals, and no
nice men. Not that the men had been
unappreciative From Naples to Ber-
lin, from Budapest to Paris, Respondent
officers, registering students, gallant
citizens of many types, had invited
her smiles; but she had not dared to
smile.
ain our country" she explained,
when writing to home friend, "one
knows that man will stop when one
crosses ones fingers and says klngs
X; but | doubt, / seriously doubt,
whether these heavenly angels, IN
comic-opera clothes, understand the
rules of the game.
And SO, being a wise young woman,
with a wholesome respect for unknown
explosives as well as mighty curiosity
concerning them, Miss Warrington had,
while travelling, restricted her smiles
to the ranks of bell boys, walters, and
porters, and had eliminated from
her calculations all men who could
not be tipped. The small coin OF the
realm, so she found, furnished an
excellent line of demarcation. Now,
at the end of June, Priscilla was estab-
hshed in England, and was finding
difficulty in keeping her smiles from
becoming catholic. As she looked from
her cab, she reflected that there was
something very satisfying about tweeds
and bowlers, after a surfeit OF uni
forms and caps. These big, sturdy
men, with the strong mouths and the
boyish ewes. reminded her of the
dear, safe, comfortable men at home.
They looked as though they might
know the rules of the game and abide
by them.
"But don't know any of the crea-
lures" sighed Priscilla; then she
frightened. Weren't the rest OF her
party well under way for Windsor
Hadn't she whole, smiling June day
all to herself Wasn't she wearing
her smartest frock and hat In honor
of the Clarksons, with whom she was
going to have tea, after seeing the
Abbey and st. MargaretsT a.,
"Stop at st. Margaret's first,
she said blithely to the cabby, as
he turned into Westminster; and wheer
he drew up before the church and sht
stepped out with froufrou OF chIffons
she signed to him to wait. Extrava
gance, of course; but this was a day
for extravaganza.
The slender figure was swalloweC
by the old gray doorway. Inside Thu
church there was shadowy quiet
rose perfumed. A few tourists buzze'
about, under the eye of a dignltiet
yerger, but Priscilla did not ioil
them. She was a mercurial younI
woman, prone to shifting moods
and now, all of a sudden, she fel
distinctly "ehurchy." The word
her own; but it describes well enougI
the vague, yearning emotionalism whic!
prompted her to slip into an out-oi
the-way pew and drop upon her knees
when she rose the tourists had van
ished, but a group OF fashionabl
dressed folk had replaced them, an
others were drifting in.
There's going to be service,
thought Priscilla, still in soulful mooc
81 believe I'll stay for it.
She settled back in her seat; bu'
gradually, she realized that the chal
acter Of the gathering was scarcel
devout. Everybody seemed to kno
everybody else, and conversation
though subdued, flowed freely. III
girls brain searched and found tn
answer to the riddle, A weddin;