The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1920-09-24
A SHORT STORY.

believe the main idea was to side.
step useless chatter. Peace and quiet
was what we wanted, large gobs of
it. At least Wee did. She made no
bones of Stain it free and frank.
Couldn't we find some nice little
place, way off, where we don't know a
soul?" she asks. Don't you think
we could, Torchy?"
"That ought to be simple" says /.
Where's the map of Patagonia"
Silly" says she, rumplin' my red
hair careless. you know, some rest
full little inn up in the White Noun
tains. Not clear up, where you feel
as if they were hanging over you;
just part way, in the foothills"
81 know" say I. Some exclusive
joint wher the guests don't get folksy
until after you've been there about
three seasons and If you want to you
can confine your forenoon conversation
to tellin' the waitress how you'll have
your eggs. Eh?"
You do have such CLEANS of in
telligence, Torchy,'' says Wee, noddin'.
AS though / hadn't watched her
being talked out durin' the last week
end. Comply, you know; and from
Georgia, at that Say, but can't some
Of those Southern girls reel it off,
: though? Only in this case it was Lulu
Belle and Mother, and I'd have
backed either for speed and endurance
in long distance, free-forall talk
fest.
You see, Lulu Belle was about to
get married and she and Mother had
come up to indulge in a shoppin'
orgie, and as Wee was to go to the
same boardin' school with Lulu Belle
she asks 'em out for over Sunday.
Nice people you understand. In fact
In fact Lulu Belle is quite zippy es-
pecially after she's snapped some of
her peach-belt costume for 57th Street
frocks. and has had things done to
her hair. Also Mother is fairly easy to
look at, even in half mournin'. But
you wouldn't think, not KNOWN Wee
real well and not havin' the same
friends, they could find so much to
say.
But Cash! Say, they had to tell
about who Prentice Lee Mum was,
from his great great grandfather
down to his second cousin who was a
nephew of the Hon. Dick Hobson's
And when they got through with him
they took up milford Marlowe, who
was to be best man; and then jumped
to the six bridesmaids, and gave their
pedigree and what they were goin' to
wear; and next they went into details
about all the showers and luncheons
: that had ben given for Lulu Belle,
and the lovely old lace that Prem
tees Aunt Alicia had sent as an en-.
gagement present, and so on and so
on. And, of course. when they got
stuck they could always come back
to the trousseau and what awful
prices they did ask you at these
Maison shops wher you went in past
the tubbed box trees and the models
paraded on real stage.
Saturday afternoon and evenin'
that went on, and all day Sunday, and
expect most of Monday forenoon.
Anyway, when came home that night
with the news that at last I'd pulled
off few days for that delayed weddin'
anniversary trip of ours l finds Wee
curled UP on the livin' room davenport
with sofa cushion over each ear
"Of course" says she, "They were
very much interested and thrilled
over the affair-frst wedding in the
family for years. you know. But +
T."
-"Uh'huh!" say /. "You got an ear.
full the first evenin' And as this is
chiefly your excursion we'll hunt up
some place where most of the bab-
bin is done by the brooks and not by
the boarders.'
1t was easy enough to locate, too,
specially when had the expert help
of some of Mr.. Roberts chubby
friends So after a night on the White
Mountain express and an after dinner
breakfast change at some junction or
other, we lands at the Tessunic Inn.
with all the wide verandas and the
green stained roof dormers. Looks
like we'd picked the right spot, for
about all the guests we can see are a
few nice old ladies camped around
in sunny hooks reading yesterdays
Boston transcript, and some poddy old
boys startin' OF to indulge in COW pas
ture golf. You know the kind of joint,
expect; where the room clerk greets
you with a dignifed bow and Back
Bay accent; where they always have a
log fire going on the the big andirons,
and over every manteI is a stuffed