Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-10-24
An Ideal
Angler
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(Copyright.)
By E. B. B. REEsoR

where were the merry guests who. [
had been assured, would be with her
to make a week in never-before-
heard-of summer place somehow en-
durable?
A feeling of resentment overcame
me as l took Mrs Traddles' proffered
hand, and, in the unfeeling way that
gay society allows spoiled favorites to
speak their inmost minds, I responded
to her cordial greeting:
HAS no one else come? Whatever
have you asked me for?"
This was not of the manner in which
l had been brought up, but practice
makes perfect, and after two years of
constant study I found that / could
be as insolently rude in a gushing way
as any of the fashionables who for
some freak had taken me up and
treated me as one of themselves.
1--WE have one charming guest,
Trixie, DEAR" Mrs. John 10 assured
me. "He is out with John 10 looking
over the fishing prospects"
And then, as she led me to a lovely
suite of rooms: II hope you will not
be dreadfully disappointed but, for
reasons, no one else came"
''Whom did you ask?" I questioned
as I released my hatpins.
Let me see There was the Co
lightlys-they were five deep in ac-
ceptances for this week. and when lots
We're drawn they fell to someone
else"
''Gone to the Parrots" I said
really that glass was delight; I was
pirouetting round to get a better
glimpse of myself-"Glad did not go.
And who else?"
Freddy Pun. He had some moon
light entanglements. Made more pro-
posals than he intended-so he con-
fided to John Jo."
"Yes," I said knowingly didn't
believe I would have to touch my
hair-"Had to go to the mountains to
the canoe. He does it very nicely,
though
''And then there We're the VIII
Wisps-Monty Bach and that little
girl who plays his accompaniment;
and-let me see-but I'll show you the
list. There come John 10 and Mr.
Goodwin. I must 60"
Goodwin !" I exclaimed. arresting
her flight "What Godwin?"
"Geoffrey Goodwin" she answered, in
a shamefaced Sort of way. Really
could not help it. He has simply fas-
cinated John 10, who said he needed
a holiday and must come when the fish
were biting. Do be nice to him
Trixie Troutout for, to tell you the
truth, he is an ideal man."
She brought out the imam" just as
if it were all in capitals, and he were
something very great and big.
"Of all people to ask the up-to-date
Trixie to meet" l muttered to myself
''The Beatrice of early years might
have had something in common, but
now
However, it was too late; and one
of the Traddles' contradiction maids,
busying herself about trunks, claimed
my attention for dress consideration.
Dinner passed off pleasantly enough.
John 10 Traddles can adapt himself
to individuals ard circumstances in
discriminatory; and as for his wife,
she is a past mistress in bringing dia-
metrically opposites together.
The Rev. Godfrey Goodwin had heard
Of, hn rlla cd fni inf a
directly grace was spoken. / did not
tell him that heard of him often and
often-I rather liked his voice.
Once it was that old cook of grand
mothers told about jelly and things
had conveyed surreptitiously TO her
one must be decent to people who have
been kind to them-I don't care what
anyone says to the contrary.
And then that silly, little, fussy
muff of a seamstress went and told
him OF the night / helped her with the
gown that "had to be finished for Sum
day"
But it is always the way. Ones sins
against really good society invariably
hunt you up and expose you before
other peoples hired help. / turned it
off as best / could: told the reverend
that | had understood the confessional
was sacred and made other cutting
remarks in the frivolous manner which
had acquired. and resented Mrs.
John JOS '.You dear old Beatrice of
a real woman" -
Well, / was in for it. Not frolic-
some footstep sounded upon the We
randa that night; nor did a motor
even hesitate near by. Truly l was
entangled, but I made up my mind
would never be caught in that way
again.
Sunday was desperate. Poured with
rain-bIew furies. / thought of a long,
tiresome day in the house-not a card.
no billiards; neither Freddies nor rag
times. Well, there are three hundred
and some odd days TO a year, and it
is not absolutely necessary to be
aighty upon every one of them. AT
breakfast-fancy me down at a nine
o'clock Sunday breakfast-Mr. Trad
dies said right out before the rever-
end "aIr. Goodwin is going to take the
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