Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-03-19

b hei wedding journey. She wore III
. elaborate creation of br0adclOth an,
p satin mauve and mustard. The Skin
was flounced and dlnped and mul
! tlple-pleatcd after the fashion of tn,
< period, the hustle and the basou,
| waist set off figure which Skim,
7 Napoleon declared was Il cross be-
tween the Venus de Milo and two
{ day drunk, and on her head she wore
one of those ridiculously small hats
seen now only in the wood cuts of
old ante-bellum magazines.
Hello, little Eight-Point" she call
ed out. Flows the local-colum?"
Mary rested her stick on the edge
of her case and stared ut the butter
fly that had emerged from its black
cambria chrysaliS
"Well," demanded Mibb, and
how do you like the landscape gar
dening?"
You're beautiful" exclaimed
Mary, her hungry eyes taking every
detail of the citified attire.
I'm graduated-thank Gawdw re-
turned Mibb, with suggestive sniff
at the layout OF cases. IL thought
I'd drop in because l heard you and
Jack had also married. l didn't
know" insinuated Mibb with a poke
of the parasof that matched the suit
at an old patent-medicine cut lying
on the floor, that Jack could af-
ford it. But you're going to keep on
working, of course. That explains
it,"
Mary picked up her stick hurridly.
She read it over with eyes which saw
no type.
eyes," she said after time, "I'm
going to keep on working"
Mibb paced grandly up and down
the short type alley, swinging the
parasol, effecting to be interested in
the typecases as though she had
never seen them before and wonder
ed how such little slivers of metal
were managed.
"Of course I wouldn't say anything
for the world about another woman's
husband; but weren't you bit
hasty, Mary? You ought to have
waited until you could afford it, you
know"
II wasn't-anymore hasty-than
you were, Mibb." Mary examined
very infinitely the badly-penned copy
before her on the cap-case.
"What do you mean? Why, Her.
bert and l have been going together
for years, long before YOU ever
in Paris! And we'd been
planning our elopement for weeks and
weeks. 1t was-grandw
Mary remained silent. The type
began to click in her stick.
"We're taking the Holland house,"
went on Mibb. 81 think I shall have
it made over retaining it's colonial
style" She continued to stroll rest
lessly about examining things very
specifically and condescendingly.
81 hope you will be very happy"
said Mary She did not know what
else to say.
Happy? Huh! Leave it to me,
Mary Wood. I always told you, did
Mt /, there was nothing like money
to make a marriage happy. Herb
says to me this morning, he says.
I want you should have everything
your heart desires, Mabel; you only
got one life to live and while Its
short it ought to be merry. Don't.
let money stand in your way of MAX
ng life worth living. Anything you
see that you want, say the word and
I'll try to see that you get it, That's
he kind of husband to have, Mary
Wood"
eyes" said Mary, "that's the kind
If husband to have"
Mibb was nettled. Somehow be-
'ond her first show of surprise, Mary
lidn't seem at all impressed by her
creation" or the costly little dew.
lrop bonnet. Mary's last statement
The fancied contained a subtle infer
.nce of doubt at her veracity. In
,iqued Mibb to declare:
"Only a fool would marry man
Who didn't have nothing to fall back
IN but his wages" IL.
1t had the desired effect. Mary
paused for moment, stared ahead of
ler absently, turning a capital M over
md over in her grimy fingers. ~.
II think" she said softly, "that is
'ather an unkind statement to make"
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of Jack
although that doesn't ex-.
'mpt him. was looking at it in the
light of my own case" returned Mibb
randy. One of her painers caught
m an unsunken lag-screw head which
leld typerack together. She I'M
astened herself and got a smooth
m her puffs. "My!-what a dirty
lole!" she cried fastidiously.
81 see you and Herbert are staying
It the Whitney House," suggested
dary, trying to turn the conversation
IF dangerous ground. T'm surprised
'ou didn't return to Herbert's folks
Until your new home is ready"
Herbs mother gets on my nerves."
mapped the other. "To shake hands
With her is like wringing the claw of
corpse"
"And how does your mother like
Ierbert?"
"She knows good thing when she
ees it, announced Mibb. Mary
lanced up in surprise at the tone
nd manner. But the Henderson girl
7as reading some inconsequental
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