The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-05-29
CONFESSIONS
OF A BRIDE
Copyright N. E. A.

4 returned home and the perusal.
Of the latest book about the chem.
istry Of food. 1t was a welcome relief
from "auras" and eroticism. Then !
went over my housekeeping accounts.
l hadn't been paying any grocery or
meat bills while we lived in daddys
house, and the lew high prices OF
foodstutfs appalled, me. The size o.
my checking account had notnms
whatever to do with my willingness 70
face the present price Of sugar. ! was
glad / didn't have a regular maid; !,
at least, would be very careful Of wnAs
was thrown into the garbage pail
/ planned a lovely one-dtsh dinner
for Bob, one Of those caserolle CON.
pounds which are so delicious, whicn
seem so simple, but which cost the
cook so much work. However, II was
work | could get out OF the way long
before dinner. It wouldn't take my
time after my husband came home.
That was a detail l had TO look out tof.
AS long as Bob never saw me WORKING
round The house, he wouldn't insist on
finding a maid. II my work interlereq
with our time together at home, !
would have to go over the servant
girl problem with him again. !.
As | sang at my kitchen table, l
noticed that the furniture which Ives
had promised was being carried m0
AIMS bungalow, the other side OF my
lilac hedge. Last to go in was q
magnificent p~layer.piano, It was dad
dys choicest gift to the new home.
Daddy is very fond Of music anu
he knows a perfect instrument when
he hears one. Naturally, he wanted to
test AIMS player-piano as soon as
possible. He stopped at my door IN
The midle OF the afternoon and invited
TO 70 with him to AIMS house.
The Workmen had gone, 1t was late
in the day, but Ann was still there,
he said.
Ann was there, all right. Our ears
informed US as we approached her
house by the side door. The playeS.
piano was rolling off the awfullest
jazz dance ever devised to torture the
human ear, or set human feet y
prancing.
the walk. The side door was Wide
open. and the racket made by the Jazz
music covered the sound Of our shoes
on the gravel.
We paused at the door, then stood
as stiff as II paralyzed.
Ann Lorimer and Claude Ives were
circlIng madly around the room IN a
dance posture which would have been
censored out Of the movies.
Daddy muttered something under
his breath and started forward, not
realizing, | suppose, that he was car
rying his cane uplifted at a threaten
ing angle. l put q restraining finger
on his arm.
ing well what q frighttul fit Of temper
Daddy Lorimer can develop In half a
second. wait a minute. He's so tall,
Won know-and she's so little!"
Daddy waited with his lips COM
pressed to keep back the e%xpletives.
Shortly the jazz stopped with a
bang, and the dancers whtrled to q
couch and dropped upon it. Wo could
see the tops OF their heads above the
high back OF the diyan. And those two
heads were so close together that the
shoulders below them must haye
touched. Evidently Claude Ives had
forgotten to withdraw his arms from
the slender figure Of Mrs. jim Lori
mer!
his cane with a %resounding thump.
Up jumped Ives so suddenly that
he made me thing Of a jaek-in-the.box
And up jumped that pretty little FOOL,
Daddy addressed her first:
"Young LADY," he said sternly, you
20 straight home to mother!!"
"Mr. Lorimer! Mr.. Lortmer!!" nut
tered Ives. "You don't understand.
4 guess / can understand what !
see with my own eyes" storl1ed
daddy. MAKE out your bull, SIR. Egr
eyerything-now3" He pointed WIN
his cane to a writing desk.
@But. Mr.. Lorimer, the plan Is not
complete! The color scheme
make out that billiard 60"
Numbered daddy. Il can finish her
aura for her! It's plaid! Yours, SIR,
Is yellow!"