White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-02-04

sent a cold chill sweeping through MI
not's very soul. He elutched the rail
for support.
Tiff you'd answer" said the girl.
1T would make II easier for
Aunt Mary's generous form appeared
In the doorway.
"Oh. there you are, Cynthia. You
are keeping the duchess dinner wait
ing"
Cynthia Aeyrick joined her aunt.
Minot stayed behind a moment Be
low him Florida swan in the azure
night What had the girl been about
10 sny7
Pulling himself together, he went In.
hde and learned that he was TO take In
to dinner a glorious blond bridesmaid.
When they were seated he found that
Miss Meyrick's face was hidden from
him by a profusion of Florida bios
SONS. lie was glad of that. He want
oil TO think-think.
A few others were thinking at that
table, Mrs. Bruce aud the duchess
among them. Mrs. Bruce was men,
tally rehea rising The duchess glanced
az her.
1.-The wittiest woman in San Marco"
thought the hostess. "Bahf'
MIR. Paddock meanwhile was toying
u~nhappily with his food. He had little
TO say. The attractive young lady he
had taken In had already classified him
as a bore. Most unjust Of the attrac-
tive young lady.
Its la~mentable, really" Mrs. Bruce
was speaking. Even In our best so
clety conversation has given way to
the turkey trot. Our wits are In our
feet. Where once people talked art
music, literature now they tango
madly. II really seems
Everything you say is true" inter
rupted the duchess blandly. II some
times think the race of the future viii
be-a trotting race"
Mrs. Bruce started perceptibly. Her
yes lighted with fire. She had been
working up to this line, and the CO
incidence was passing strange. She
glared at the hostess. Mr.. Paddock
studied his plate intently.
Il for one went on the Duchess OF
Lismore, do not dance the tango or
the turkey trot. Nor am l willing to
take the necessary steps 10 earn
them"
A little ripple ran round the table
the ripple that up TO now had been
the exclusive privilege OF Mrs. Bruce.
That lady psled visibly. She realized
that there was no coincidence here.
"It seems too bad too" she said. nx-
ing the hostess firmly with an angry
eye. Because women could have the
world at their feet II they'd only keep
their feet still long enough"
1t was the turn of the duchess to
start, and start she did. AS one who
could not believe her ears. she stared
At Mrs. Bruce. The "wittiest hostess
In San Marco" was militantly under
way.
Women are not what they used to
be-" she continued. "Either they are
mad about clothes, or they go 10 the
other extreme and harbor strange
| IDEAS about the vote. eugenics. what
not. In fact the sex reminds me OF
the type of shop that abounds In q
small town-its speciality n dry goods
and notions"
The duchess pushed away a plate
which had only that moment been set
before her. She regarded Mrs. Bruce
with the eye of Mrs. Pankhurst facs
to face with a prime ministe-.
I'VE are hardly kind TO our sex" she
said, "but I must say I agree with
you. And the extravaganza of WON
en-! Half the women of my ac-
qu%aintance wear gorgeous rings on
their fingers. while their husbands
wear blue rings about their eyes"
Mrs. Bruce's face was livid.
Madam she said through her
teeth.
what ia it, asked the duchess
sweetly.
They sat glarlng at each other. Then
with one accord they turned to glare
at Jack Paddock.
Mr.. Paddock. prince OF assurance
was biushing furiously. He stood the
combined glare as long as he could
then he looked up into the night
"How-how close the stars SEEM
he murmured family.
II was noted afterward that Mrs
Bruce maintained a vivid silence dur
ing the remainder OF that dinner. tn,
duchess. on the contrary, wrung from
her purchased lines every possibility
they held.
And In that embattled setting Mr.
Minot sat, deaf to the DELICIOUS lisp O.
the debutante at his side. What wa
womnn's greatest privilege WASH
IT.
His forehead grew damp. His knees
trembled beneath the table. "Jeph
s~on-Thacker. Jephson-Thacker." h
said over and over to himself.
After dinner when the added guest