The Tomahawk., 1919-10-30
An Ideal
Angler
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(CopyrtEht.)
BY e. b. B. REE80R

| When I stepped onto the John 10
Nraddles' veranda that Saturday after
noon I looked around in amazement.
Mrs. John 10 was there: but
where were the merry guests who,
had been assured, would be with her
TO make a week in a never-before-
heard-of summer place somehow en-
durable7
A feeling Of resentment overcame
me as I took Mrs. Traddles' profrered
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 Gomez Whatever
have you asked me for?"
This was not Of the manner in which
I 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 az 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 a lovely
suite Of rooms: II hope you will not
be dreadfully disappointed; but, for
reasons, no one else came"
"Whom did you ask2" I questioned
rs released my hatpins.
let me see. There was the Co.
lightlys-they were five deep in ac-
ceptances for this week, and when lots
were drawn they fell to someone
alse."4s -
"Gone to the Parrots" said
really that glass was a delight; was
pirouetting round to get a better
glimpse Of myself-''Glad I did not 60.
And who else1'
; "Freddy Pun. He had some moon
light entanglements. Made more pro-
posals than he intended-so he con-
flded to John Jo"
. "Yes," I said knowlngly-1 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 it very nicely,
though"
"And then there were the VIII
.Wisps-Monty Bach and that little
girl who plays his accomplishments
and-let me see-but I'll show you the
list. There come John Jo- and Mr..
Goodwin. I must CO."
Goodwin" exclaimed, arresting
her flight. "What Godwin?"'
"Geoffrey Goodwin" she answered, in
q shamefaced sort Of way. REALLY
could not help It. He has simply fas-
cinated John 10, who said he needed
q holiday and must come when the fish
were biting. Do be nice to him,
Trixie Troutout, for, to tell you the
z truth, he is an ideal man."
: She brought out the man" Just as
II It were all in capitals, and he were
something very great and big.
49,. "Of all people to ask the up-to-date
Trixie to meet" 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,
busyng herself about trunks, claimed
my attention for dress consideration
Dinner passed off pleasantly enough
John 10 Traddles can adapt himself
to individuals and circumstances in
discriminatory; and as for his wife
she is a past mistress in bringing dia'
metrically opposites together.
The Rev. Geoffrey Goodwin had 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 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-1 don't care what
anyone says to the contrary.
And then that silly, little, fussy
muff Of seamstress went and told
: him Of the night helped her with the
gown that chad to be finished for Sun
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 II
off as best could; told the reverend
that had understood the confessional
was sacred, and made other cutting
remarks in the frivolous manner which
I had acquired, and resented Mrs
John JOS "You dear old Beatrice Of
a real woman
Well, was in for 1t. Not q frolic
some footstep sounded upon the We
randa that night; nor did a motol
even hesitate near by. Truly I was
entangled, but I made up my mind
would never be caught In that wa.
again.
Sunday was desperate. Poured will
rain-blew furies. thought Of 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 q year, and i