The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1919-12-04
An Ideal
Angler
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tcopyright.)
BY E. 3. 3. REEsoR


noon ! looked around in amazement.
Mrs. John 10 was there; but
where were the merry guests who.
mad heen assured. would be with her
to make week in never-befOre
heard-of summer place somehow en-
durable?
A feeling of resentment overcaIne
me as ! took Mrs. Traddles' proffered
hand. and. in the unfeeling way that
gay society allows spoiled favorifes ia
speak their inmOst minds. responded
10 her cordial greeting:
Has no one else come? Whatever
have you asked me fOr?"
This was not of the manner i'm which
had been brought up, but practice
makes perfect, and after two years of
constant study ] found, that I could
be as insolently rude in gushing way
as any of the fashionables who for
some freak had taken me up and
treated me as one of themselves.
I'VE 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 lovely
suite OF rooms: 81 hope you will not
be dreadfully disappointed; hut, for
reasons. no one else came"
"Whom did you ask?" I questioned
as l released my hatpins.
| Let me see. There was the CO.
iightlys-they were i've deep In ac-
| ceptances for this week, and when lots
were drawn they fell to someone
| else"
| Gone to the Parrots" I said
really that glass was a delight: was
pirOuetting round to get a better
glimpse OF myself-"Glad I did not 60.
And who else?"
Freddy Pun. He had some moon
light entanglements. Made more pro-
pOsals than he intended-so he con-
fided 10 John Jo."
YES" l said knowingly didn't
believe would have to touch my
hair-''Had to 60 to the mountains to
get his brain clear. / was the one in
the canoe. He does 1t very nicely.
though"
"And then there were the Will
Wisps- Monty Bach and that little
girl who plays his accomplishments:
andTlet me see-but I'll show you the
list. There come John 10 and Mr..
Goodwin. must co."
Goodwin" I exclaimed. arresting
her flight. "What Godwin?'
''GeOffrey Goodwin" she answered. In
. shamefaced sort of way Really !
could not help 1t. He has simply fas-
cinated John 10. who said he needed
a holiday and must come when the Ash
were biting. Do be nice to him.
Trixie Troutout. for, to tell you the
truth. he is an ideal man."
She brought out the "man' just as
II 1t were all In capitals. and he were
something very great and big.
"Of all people to ask the up-to-date
Trixie to meet" muttered to myself.
1.-THE Beatrice Of early years might
have had something in common. but
now"
However. 1t was too late: and one
Of the Traddles' contradiction maids,
busying herself about trunks, claimed
my attention for dress consideration.
Dinner passed of pleasantly enough.
John 10 Traddles can adapt himself
ia individuals and circumstances i'm
discriminatory: and as,tfor his wife.
she is past mistress in bringing dia-
metrically opposites together
The Rev. Godfrey Goodwin bad heard
Of ME. SO he was pleased to inform me
directly grace was spoken. ] did not
tell him that heard of him often and
Often-I rather liked his voice.
Once II 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
nun of a seamstress went and told
him of the night helped her with the
gown that "had to be finished for Sun
day"
But II is always the way. Ones sins
against really good society invariably
hunt you up and expose you before
ether peoples hired help. turned 1t
OF as best could; told the reverend
that had understood the confessional
was sacred. and made other cutting
remarks in the frivolous manner which
l had ACQUIRED, and resented Mrs.
John JOS you dear old Beatrice of
a real woman!"
Well, l was in for it. Not a frolic-
some footstep sounded upon the We
randa that night; nor did motor
even hesitate near by. Truly was
entangled, but / made up my, mind l
would never be caught in that way
again.
Sunday was desperate. Poured with
rain--blew furies. thought of a long,
tiresome day in the house-not card.
no billiards; neither Freddies nor rag
times Well, there are three hundred
and some odd days to year. and 1t
IS not absolutely necessary to be
Eighty upon every one of them. At
me down alta nine