Norwich bulletin., 1917-02-02

Ever day." said Miss Pearlie Fat tershall, biting into the olive sandwich had given her in exchange for one of nut cheese, every day now I thank heaven because I am poor and ask tha. nobody may die and leave me a for tune.
 ''Wen!" exclaimed the other stenog- rapher- T must Say-'
 I've no doubt agreed Miss Fatter- sna1i 6ntheiy. And most people would consider you quite right But I've been having so much Of the horrors of wealth drilled into me of late that I have seen the light. Even MT. Pye with all his millions can't shut up his nesk s, t ana go home to dinner know Ing that afterward he can get into his old slippers and crawl into the easy chair to read the latest thriller as is the privilege of his cheapest clerk.
 No. He has to get dyspepsia rac- ing through his meal because he has told me to be at the house at 7:30 for some extra work he has to finish if he doesn't want the office to roll over and swamp him the next day. And while he Is holding his head and grooming over prices and making up his nntnd what to say next there is nothing for me to do but listen to the excellent conversation waited in from the next room- The next room is where Mrs. Eye and daughter Genevieve sit, the one that divorced her foreign count a couple of years ago, and William Pye, s know I've told you about her-doesn't oo much except listen and enjoy her Sef, having more sense than all the rest of them because she was a chor- us girl before she was Mrs. Pye, Jr.. and got educated by hard knocks in stead of being gently finished at a cost of a couple a thousand a year.
 Says Mrs. Pye: '1 simply cannot make up my mind whether we should go to Palm Beach or California this year. fear Palm Beach is going to be rawther common-there was such a mob down there 1awst season.
 on, but mother" walls Genevieve, think of the golf! And the swimming. What on earth would I do with those two silk bathing outfits just got?
 Canforn1a is going to be more swag- ger," offers Willie. we ought to have a place of our own out there.
 "GraciouS!%s moans Mrs. Pye. Don't expect me to take care of another house when we've got three already. They nearly drive me crazy with the servant question and the way house. it's such trouble getting it mono gramed- Last time the woman stamped the pillow cases an inch too high and just ruined the whole dog en-"
 I'm absolutely sick" says Genevieve, about my knitted sweaters. I've broken my neck to get the largest possible assortment of colors done, so
 
 and now nobody is going to wear knitted sweaters any morei Every single solitary thing is to be made of jersey cloth. I've got to give them all away and it's such a nuisance find ing people to give them to. You can't give give even the laundress a pale green silk sweater trimmed ir lemon yellow"
 I've looked the town over," moans Willie, and blest if I can find any golf hosiery to go with that suit of mine. It's perfectly exclusive suit and nobody will have one hkt it, but can't wear it if can't get any stockings. I've looked three times in every shop in town. You'll have to knit me some to match.
 T can't" says his wife sweetly I'm too busy monograming your handker- chiefs in the colors you want I'm putting my eyes out, and it's lucky you are able to pay the ocuIist's bill, be- cause it's going to be a large, healthy bill from present indications. No. Mother Pye, I can't hire it done, be- cause Willie is so particular that mo- body can suit him unless he can over look the job. If I get one thread too