Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1917-08-29
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der h warming influence Of an
American hostess real American
meal. they were swept OFF their feet
by high spirits almost childlike. Hen
ry j. Sherman, Kewanee's vagrant
son returning from painful pilgrimage
his pink face was glowing with hui
NOR. 70 Consul Reynolds. who swore
he would have to pay for thus neg
lecttng his consulate for so much as
two hours. had fallen the honor OF
escorting Mrs. Sherman to table. VIII
ly Ktmball, polished as to shirt bosom
and sleek hairs1had eyes and ars for
none but blithe Kitty. Next to Cen
eral Crandal1 sat Jane Gerson, radiant
in q dinner gown Of tricky gauze over
laid on silk. AT her right was Cap
tain Woodhouse, In proper uniform
dinner Goa faced with red and gold.
OF the whole company, Woodhouse
alone appeared constrained. The girl
by his side had been cool in her greet
ing that evening; to his conversation
al sallies she had answered with in
difference, and now at table h divid-
ed her favors between General Gran
dali and the perky little consul across
the table. It seemed to Woodhouse
that she purposely added a lash OF
cruelty to her joy at the approaching
departure on the morrow.
"Oh, you must all listen to this!'
Kitty Sherman commanded the atten-
ton of the table, with a clapping Of
hands. ahead, VIII; he had the
funniest accident-tell, them about It."
Young Kimball looked conscious
and began to stammer.
You're getting us all excited, Will
ly." Henry ]. doomed from the oppo-
site side Of the table. What hap
pened }" sS5
ENTHUSIASTICALLY quite ridiculous,
you know. Hardly q matter to talk
ah-talk about" Willy fumbled the
rose on the lapel Of his jacket and
morning I was thinking very hard
about what I would do when I got
back to Kewanee-oh, quite enthusi-
astic I am about the little town now
and well, I mean to Say I got into
my bath with. my wrist watch on"
Shouts of laughter added to the
youths confusion. Sherman leaned far
across the table and advised him in
a hoarse whisper:
Buy a dollar Ingersoll, willy. It
floats"
well, you might give him one Of
yours, father" Kitty put in, in quick
! defense. Anybody who'd carry two
watches around
Two watches?" Lady Crandall
was Interested. WA u
|. Henry J.. beamed expansively, pull
ed away his napkin, and proudly lift
ed from each waist Goa pocket a
p%onderous watch, linked by the thick
chain passing through a buttonhoIe.
This one"-hetIraised the right
hand timepiece--:"tells the time Of the
place I happen to be Unchanged 1T
SO often I guess the works'n never be
the same again. But this one is my
naf EorotS Kouuo VOC tiroo-nof x0,,D6-
ed since we pulled u Of the G.. B.
& Q. station on the Goth Of last May"
He turned the face around for the
others to read. "Just three in the
afternoon there now. Old Ed Porter's
got the Daily Enterprise out on the
street, and he's tilted back in his Of
! flee chair, readin' the Chicago Trib-
une that's just got in on the two five
train. The boys at the bank~are gdin'
out to the country club for golf
young Pete Andrews wearin' the
knickerbockers his wife cut down
from his old overcoat; sort Off horse
blanket pattern, you might say. The
towns just dozin' in the afternoon
sun and-and not giving q hang
gets back or not"
you're an old dear!" Lady Gran
dali dubbed. Some day Kewanee
will erect a statue to you"
The talk turned to art, and the man
from Kewanee ven had the stolid
general wiping the tears from his eyes
by his, description and criticism OF
some of the masters his wife had trot-
ted him around to admire.
willy, you'll be interested to know
we got a painter in Kewanee now"
Henry J.. cried. Member young
Frank Coales-old Henry Coales' son ?
Well, he urned out to be an artist.
Too bad, too; his folks was fine PEG
pie. But Frank was awfully head
strong about art. Painted a war pic
ture about as big as thai wall there
Couldn't find a buyer right away, SO
he turned 1t over to Tim Burns, who
keeps the saloon on Main street. Been
busy over since, sorta taking it out
in trade. you might say
4 Table talk was running at a gay rate
when Mrs. Sherman, who had sent ire
Quent searching glances at Captain
Woodhouse over the nodding buds >o1
the flower piece In the center Of the
board, suddenly broke out:
"Ah, Captain Woodhouse, now ]
remember where 1 have seen you be.
fore! I thought your face wa ia.
miliar the minute I set my eyes on
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