The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1917-01-26
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sWhy Don't You Ask Met"
paused refectively, continuing,
"Edith's Interested in that Lamhorn
boy; he's good-looking and not stupid.
but I think he's" She interrupted
herself with a CHEEKY outcry: "Oh,
mustn't be calling him namesl II
he's trying to make Edith like him I
ought to respect him as q colleague"
"I don't understand q thing you're
talking about" Mrs. vsrtrees COM
planned.
"All the betteri Well. he's a 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
somswherel She datters the father.
and 20 did I, for that matter-but not
that way. treated him outrageouslyy'
"Maryr
That's what dattered him. After
dinner he made the whole regiment of
us follow him all over the house, while
he lectured like q guide on the Pala-
tine. He gave dimensions and costs,
and the whole b'ilin' Of 'em listened az
II they thought he intended to make
them a present Of the house. What he
was p, oudest OF was the plumbing and
that Bay Of Naples panorama In the
hall. He made n look at all the
Observation-Disclosures and everywhere
else-and then he made rs look at the
Bay Of Naples. He said It was a hum
dred and eleven feet long. but think
it's more. And he led us all into the
ready-mads library to see a poem
Edith had taken q prize with at school.
They'd had It printed in gold letters
and framed in mother-of-pearl. But
the poem itself was rather simple and
wistful and nice-he read It to us.
though Edith tried to stop him. She
was modest about It, and said she'd
never written anything else. And then,
after q 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 Shert-
dan"
Mrs.. vertrees was shocked. "Jim!'
she exclaimed. MARY, please"
"Of course" said Mary. "I'll make
It as easy for you a. 1 can. mamma.
Mr.. James Sheridan, Jr. We went over
there, and Mrs. Roscoe explained that
the men were dying for q drink,
though I 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 objectionably apollo
getic about It, and they seemed to
think now we were going to have Q
good time to make up for 1t. But I
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. ii
-is-" And she seemed unable to
complete the question.
"Never mind, mamma, I'll say It. Is
Mr.. James Sheridan. Jr.. stupid7 I'm
sure he's not at all stupid about busi-
ness. Otherwise Oh, what right
have to be calling people stupid be-
cause they're not exactly my kind
On the big dinner table they had en0r-
nous icing models Of the Sheridan
building"
"Oh nor" Mrs. vertrees cried. "eurs-
ly notv'
Eyes, and two other things Of that
kind-I don't know what. But, after
all, I wondered IL they were 20 bad.
Well. then, mamma. managed not "a
feel supsg1of 10 NJ. James ohag1dAn,
n, because he d3dn't - anything out
oe place IN the 0hsgGdAn building n
sugar"
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