Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1923-09-14
Florence Bingham Livingston
Copyright by George H. Doran Company

| a., SHe forgot every
thing else, staring, open-mouthed I'm
the Limousine stopped beside her
line Dig car contained only one nor
son, lady In a dark-blue suit and q
small hat cunningly formed of dart-
oiue wings. She was tall and slender
with delicate features and creamy
SKIN She wore sable scarf; she car
rled sable muff. Most evidently she
was In hurry. Before the chauffeur
could spring from his seat. she had
opened the door of the car and started
to descend.
Lettie reused. Hold M" she cried
In alarm. "Wait till I get Bonnie Ger
aldine out of the way"
With one daintily shod foot IN tbe
running board, the lady paused. She
swayed slightly. Her hurry seemed 70
desert her.
"What7" she gasped. what
| who"
Bonnie Geraldine repeated Lettie.
wait till wind up her rope and kind
o. pull her In. II you was TO trip in
1t, you might throw her."
The lady's beautiful dark ewes fol-
lowed the length of shop-twine to the
bunch Of speckled feathers, now con-
siderably agitated by the general com
/ motion and also by Letties Jealous
reefng in.
DO you call that-that hen-Bonnie
Geraldine?"
"Uh-huh," beamed Lettie, fiattered
by this attention to her pet. "Ain't It
grand name? I took 1t from two
swell girls. She's going to be society
hen when she grows up"
The lady appeared to be having
trouble about breathing. Her gloved
hand fluttered at her throat, loosed the
sable scarf. She stepped to the ground.
Don't you think you might call
your hen something more-more ap-
propriate?" she inquired, with greater
composure.
Lettie shook her head violently.
"Suits me. They're the SWEETEST folks
know, and"
"Oh, then you know these peopleT
Lettie tossed her head in dlsdain at
this literalness. 81 hain't seen EN-, If
that's what you mean; but golly, I've
seen their cl0'es. SWEETEST clo'es you
ever saw. I have to hang round the
yard and watch 'em when they're dry
ing, cause somebody might snitch
'em; and if they should-Landy great
Goshens, it'd bust The Custard Cup
to pay for EN-"
The lady's interest had waned.. She
was looking fxedly at the childs rag
ged blue chambray. Lettie, with light
ming reaction, resented the scrutiny.
whats the matter with this here
rig?" she asked feelingly.
ats familiarity" murmured the
lady. "The same and yet not the
samel Win you tell me where Mrs.
Penfeld livesT
Lettie. now cuddling the cawk-cawk-
ing Bonnie Geraldine in her thin arms,
sprang forward, her great black eyes
shining with excitement.
Jimmy, do you mean it? Are you
really coming to see us? Great guns,
amt that the darndest good luck
Ev'rybody 'round'll be jealous when
they see what q caller we roped In.
Follow mel"
With an air of Importance as expan-
sive as a drum majors, Lettie darted
In front of the limousine lady and led
the way toward Number Al. But at
the entrance to the alley they ran into
a youngster with auburn hair and big
blue eyes that opened wide and wider
in delighted amazement. He was
wearing the pink plaid which had been
made down from a garment once worn
by Miss Bonnie Weatherstone.
The lady stopped short. WHO
who is this?"
"It's Thad," calculated Lettie, some
what impatient over this superhuous
detail. Hes my little brother-or ne
would be If he was any related al all.
Here. Thad. take Bonnie Geraldine
round to her coop and be sure ano
fasten the Stats. She's precious hen'
so YOU look lively or you'll have me 10
reckon with. Now" AS she slid the
big door on its creaking wheels she
turned her attention again to the caiier
won hain't told me who you are
gotta tell Penzie."
"oh. yes. Tell her. Mrs. Weather
stone" =,
Lettie paused with the door haif
open. "HoIy smoke" she gaspeo.
.You don't mean IT. Land. I'm s'ao
% see YOU az last. Come right along
a and set anywhere you Ike. mar
here chairs the best one though, u
,ou ask me. III speak 10 Penzie.
She darted into the kitchen, Closing
he door behind her with great FORE
hought. She returned Immediately
"PenzieIl be la right away she re-
,orted. shes ironing somepp ai'p
AMI stop IN the middle. JUST maze
lourself 20 home ..,t,,
Launching tbis formal hosp''''Hg
Nm onl, die yaguesi IDEA OF 'f ~
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