The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1921-04-29
By Irving Bachelor

Niidnl Ot an olu ltuliiy NuiSh' h'i So
erations, had "belonged"-that Is to
say, il had been a part Of the aristoc-
racy of Fifth avenue.
There could be no doubt OF TINS
great good luck of theirs-better, IN
deed, than Mrs. Bing had dared to
hope for-the young man having seri-
ously confided his intentions TO J.
Patterson. But there was one shadow
on the glowing prospect; Phyllis had
suddenly taken bad turn. She
moped, as her mother put Ii. She
was listless and unhappy. She had
lost her interest in the chase, so TO
speak. She had little heart for the
teas and dances and dinner parties.
One day her mother returned from
luncheon and found her weeping. Mrs.
Bing went at once TO the telephone
and called for the stomach specialist.
He came and made brief examina-
ton and said that 1t was all due to
rich food and late hours. He left some
medicine, advised day or two Of rest
in bed, charged a hundred dollars and
went away. They tried the remedies,
but Phyllis showed no Improvement.
The young man sent American Beauty
roses and a graceful note of regret TO
her room.
"You ought to be very happy" said
her mother. HE is dear"
II know it," Phyllis answered. Hes
just the most adorable creature ! ever
saw in my life"
''For goodness sakel What is the
matter with your Why don't you brace
up?" Mrs. Bing asked with a note of
impatience in her tone. You act
like a dead fish,"
Phyllis, who had been lying on the
couch, rose to a sitting posture and
flung one of the cushions at her
mother.
How can brace up?" she asked
you dare to scold me-"
There was a breath of silence in
which the two looked into each others
eyes. Many thoughts came flashing
into the mind of Mrs. Bing. Why had
the girl spoken the word "you" so bit
terry? Little echoes of old history be-
gan to fill the silence. She arose and
picked up the cushion and threw ii
on the sofa.
what a temperl" she exclaimed.
Young lady, you don't seem 10 know
that these days are very precious for
you. They VIII not come again"
Then, in the old fashion of women
who haze suddenly come out of mo-
ment of affectionate anger, they fell to
weeping in each others arms. The
storm was over when they heard the
feet of ]. Patterson Bing in the hall.
Phyllis fled into the bathroom.
"Hellol" said Mr.. Bling as he entered
the door. i've found out what's the
matter with Phyllis. It's nerves. |
met the great specialist, John Hamil-
ton Gibbs, at luncheon today. ] de- |
scribed the symptoms. He says It's |
undoubtedly nerves. He has any num- |
Der of cases just like this one-rest, |
fresh air and a careful diet are all |
that's needed. He says that If he can |
have her for two weeks he'll guaran-
tee a cure. I've agreed to have you
Catskills tomorrow. He has saddle
horses, sleeping balconies. toboggan
slides, snow-shoe and skating parties
and all that"
II think 1t will be great" said Phyl-
lis, who suddenly emerged from her
hiding-place and embraced her father.
I'D love 1t I'm sick of this old town.
Tft,, Tue xnrho Il
II couldn't go tomorrow" said Mrs.
Bling. 81 simply must go to Mrs. De-
lanes luncheon"
"Then I'll ask Harriet to go up with
her." said ]. Patterson.
Harriet, who lived in fiat on the
upper west side, was Mrs. Bings sis
ter.
Phyllis went to bed dinnerless with
a headache. Mr.. and Mrs. Bling sat
for long time over their coffee and
cigarettes.
Its something too dreadful that
Phyllis should be getting sick just at
the wrong time" said the madame.
"She has always been well. | can't
it,"
she nau ralner SlTenuous UNIV
here" said j. Patterson.
But she seemed 10 enjoy il until
until the right man came along. The
very. man | hoped would like her!
Then, suddenly she throws up her
hands and keels over. It's too devil
ssh for words.
Mr.. Bing laughed at his wife's ex-
ASPIRATION.
ITO me It's no laughing matter,
said she with a serious face.
perhaps she doesn't like the hoy"
]. Patterson remarked
Mrs. Bling leaned toward him and
"She adores him." She
leid her attitude and looked search
ngly into her husbands face.
well. you can't say did II" he an
'wered. The modern girl is rather
lellcate piece of machinery. | think
hell be all right in a week or two.
come, It's time we went to the theater
we're going"
Nothing more was said of the mat