Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1918-10-18
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lCopyright. 1915. by the Mcclure NeMspa-
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Element is rendering me absolutely dis
traught, Doris. Living in a little place
like this with so few social equals is
enough to drive one wild"
Mrs. Eileen Campbell, wife of the
lime manufacturer at BardStOwn roll
ed her China.blue eyes deprccatively.
aft II weren't that Frank is making
money hand over fist as he calls it,
here, simply could not endure it,"
Mrs. Carter wife of the road-build-
ing contractor nodded approximately.
"That's what l tell Gene. How long
are you going to stay in New York
with the Macons, Eileen?"
"Oh, two weeks, probably. Now that
Bee leaves tomorrow with Alethea Nc
Cue for the house-party, 1 feel safe
about her. AIethea has been begging
me to let her stay on with them
Through the summer. Sammy" she
lowered her voice, Sammy is going to
be thereI'
"HOw very oppOrtune" commented
Mrs. Carter.
. Beatrice, an involuntary listener,
with her piquant face, her characterful
mouth and blue eyes, both dOlorOuS
and indignant hastily left the library.
Her father. a seriOuS-lOOking man with
red hair, met her in the hall. "Oh,
daddy, let me stay home with you
while mother is away" she whispered.
81 want to sol"
"Your mother would have a fit if Won
missed that McCue blowout, sweet
hourt lNn N -. Al,
guess. It's late-you'd better run
away to your he'd. But wait. Kitten,
here's check promised Pryor. Adj
dress il to him. and drop it in the box,
will youf" 80 "; : ~ '!!.as:n..r,--
~ After an interminab1e time, it seemed
TO Beatrice, she heard her parents 20
to their sleeping rooms but sleep
would not come to her. She arose
finally and drew on her dressing gown. ,
81 wish l could tell daddy" she
thought us she went to her writing
desk. 'I'll write to Lmlic-hp can't
help me, but I've got to tell somebody
now - ..-,,..s-v- -.-.-' ,Ev~sss ~ ,..~,.
-@3drdstown, N. c. August ., 1910.
CDR. Louis NJ. AchesOn. PendIptOn.
Oregon" she wrote at the top of her
page.
"Drar, Dear Loue.-I promised you
I'd tell you the minute found the
prince, but I couldn't, though it's been
four months. / was too happy, for q
little while, and since-Oh, Louip-Pve (
got to tell somebody my troubles, or
I'll burst!
81 guess I've told you in this tiny old
place, there's a 400 only here it's a
so mostly the Macon family Scons.
The Macon father was an old ScOun-
drel U'm quoting daddy, hut he
owned the big resort hotel here and
nearly everything else. Mrs. Alice
Jeffers and Mrs. Felix Landrith, two
of the daughters, live here Mrs. Land
nth married an old, old man, some
thing like Maharaiah for wealth Che
must have been q beast, judging by
her unhappy face), and she's got reg
ular castle overlooking the town.
swell, mother considers them, and
her very special Mrs. Doris Carter, and
a few others, her social equals.
wouldn't say 1t to anybody but you,
Louie, but you know it already; moth
er and her friends just live for dane
ing and entertaining, and clothes
nothing else! Daddy told her yester-
day their chief occupation as he sees
1t is the 'OrnamentatiOn of the chariots
that carry them through this little arc
in the circle OF bengv
"But because the Macon sciOns are
sort of patrons of Arland, the little
- church here, and attend services
once in blue moon, mother does, too,
and I've been attending the Arland
Sunday school, and other services
right along, without q protest from
her. Early this spring, Mr.. Lowrie,
the old pastor, died and the board
that pays the minister's small salary,
sent Glenn Pryor. He isn't exclusive,
and just 'churchy,' like Mr.. Lowrie.
He wants to help everybody and every
thing, and he makes friends with all
the poor and neglected. He's started
a branch of the Good Citizens league,
and now you can't find rusty tin
can or homeless cat in the town. He
doesn't trouble himself so much about
the So except that he calls on them
and is pleasant to them.
sand he's started a Young Folks
circle for Wednesday evenings that
does things like singing to sick folks,
and the Jail folks, and the county in
Urinary folks. knew he was the
'aprince" the first time I heard him
speak. OF course, he didn't know
right off was the princess" but he