The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1923-06-01

. grateful he receives, now prOd1gally
he repays, the cordial appreciation OF
an admiring world! Every man he
knows is a charming fellow" Every
woman he sees is "sweetly pretty
What picnics he gives on the banks
What a well-earned little income he
derives from the whist table, What an
inestimable actor he is at private the
atricals of all sorts weddings includ-
ed! Did you never read Sweetsir's
novel, dashed off in the intervals of
curative perspiration at a German
bath? Then you don't know what
brilliant fiction really is He has never
written second work; he does every
thing, and only does it once. One song
the despair of professional compos-
ers. One picture-just to show how
easily a gentleman can take up an art
and drop it again. A really multiform
man. with all the graces and all the
accomplishments scintillating perpet-
ually at his fingers ends. If these
poor pages have achieved nothing less,
they have done service to persons
not in society by presenting them to
Sweetsir. In his gracious company
the narrative brightens; and writer
and reader Catching reflected brillian-
Cyl understand each other at last,
thanks to Sweetsir
Well" said Lady Lydiard, now
you are here, what have you got to
say for yourself? You have been
abroad, of course? Where?"
Principally at Paris, my dear aunt.
The only place that is fit to live in
for this excellent reason, that the |
French are the only people who know |
how to make the most of life One has
relations and friends in England; and
every now and then one returns to
London"
when one has spent all ones
money in Paris" her ladyship inter
posed That's what you were going
to say, isn't it?'~
Felix submitted to the interruption
with his delightful good humor.
What bright creature you are!"
lie exclaimed. What would / not give
or your flow of spirits! Yes; one
Ices spent money in Paris, as you
Jay. The clubs, the stock exchange.
he race-course; you try your luck
lere. there and everywhere. and you
ose and win, win and lose, and you
aven't dull day to complain Of" He
aused, his smile died away, he looked
nquiringly at Lady Lydiard What
wonderful existence yours must
e!" he resumed 1.-The everlasting
uestion with your needy fellow-crea- :
Tres, Where am l to get money! is ;,
question that has never passed your
ps. Enviable womani" He paused :.
nee more, surprised and puzzled this
me. What is the matter, my dear
int? You seem to be suffering under ;.
,me uneasiness" :,
Il am suffering under your CONVEX =.
tion," her ladyship answered, sharp. :.
Money is sort object with me 9,
st now" she went on, with her eyes :,
her nephew. watching the effect of M
hat she said. II have spent five f.
inbred pounds this morning with a Of
rape of my pen. And, only a week
nee, | yielded to temptation, and
ade an addition to my picture gal oh
~" She looked, as she said those at
'rds toward an archway at the fur tv
er end of the room, closed by cur M
ms of purple velvet. II really trem- co
when think of what that one pic ap
'e cost me before 1 could call 1t re
me- A landscape by Hobbema; and
national gallery bidding against
: Never mind" she concluded, con- nu
ing herself as usual, with consid- pls
ltions that were beneath her. Hob. wi
ma VIII sell at my death for a big fol-
price than gave for him-that's to
comfort" She looked again at i'm
tx; a smile of mischievous salts the
ton began to show itself in her Inc
e. Anything wrong with your to
tch chain?" she asked. prs
min
ITO Be Continued.) II