The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1924-06-19
Turned Up
Her Nose at
Everything
BY JUDY BLAIR
Do. 1924. western NEWSLETTER Union. }

Wv for certain that her husband. the
celebrated author, had fallen for Mrs.
Myra Collins, she neither wept nor
sat down in despair. Henrietta Cas-
kell was a very clever little woman,
much %cleverer than her husband gave
her credit for being.
John, darling" she said, why
don't you ask that Mrs. Collins to
spend the weekend in the country
with us?"
John Gaskell looked at her suspi-
~ciously, but his wife's expression was
perfectly innocent.
"Why-I don't know. I never
thought of it," he stammered.
do ask her. l know you like her,
John, and so I want to like her, too"
John Gaskell leaped at the bait, and
his wife went back to make some pies.
Henrietta Gaskell couldn't talk about
art or literature, but she was great on
pies. And then she had heard a good
deal about Mrs. Collins. +.
Mrs. Collins accepted her effusively-
worded invitation, and duly arrived.
She was a made-up brunette, Mrs.
Gaskell a blonde, and the moment she
arrived war was on between the two
women.
"Why, I thought you had a much
bigger place than this, Johnl" ex-
claimed Mrs. Collins, looking in disap-
proval at the little home.
John Gaskell looked uncomfortable
and his wife smiled inwardly. Henri
eta had excelled herself on the din
ner.
"Now take Mrs. Collins out and
show her the garden while I wash the
Dishes said Mrs. Gaskell.
John, nothing loath, took Mrs. Col
Inns out into the moonlight. Looking
through the kitchen window, his wife
saw her husband with his arm around
her. She brushed away a fugitive
tear. She had to play the game for all
it was worth.
She left the couple discussing litera-
ture that evening. while she was busy
in the kitchen. Somehow John Cas-
kell felt embarrassed. 1t was not like
their meetings in town-of which Hen
rietta knew nothing-this open tete-a-
tete. 1t robbed it Of all excitement.
"Now, John, you must take Mrs. Col
Inns to church," said his wife the fol-
lowing morning. 1--WE got to cook the
dinner"
John Gaskell, a little disillusioned
by Mrs. Collins at close quarters, set
off with her to church. They sat
through a wearying ermon and re-
turned to find a dreadful odor assail-
ing them, and Mrs. Gaskell almost in
tears.
ooh, John" sobbed his wife, Il had
an accident in the kitchen and every
thing got b-burned."
The hungry couple sat down to some
very badly burned roast mutton and
scorched potatoes. Mrs. Collins said
very little, but her eyes shot daggers
at her hostess. She was particularly
fond of good things to eat.
Then-though John didn't notice it
the tablecIoth was an old cotton
one, and Mrs. Collins had a thick tum-
bier.
Mrs. Gaskell frightened up after the
meal. Nov, John, you must take Mrs.
Collins for a walk and show her that
elm tree that Washington sat under
when he was retreating before the
British she said.
S%ullenly John Gaskell offered his
arm to Mrs. Collins. Henrietta, peer
ing through the window, saw that it
didn't slip round Mrs. Collins waist
this time.
The two came back rather early in
the afternoon to tea. Both looked
cross, and the heat had made the
makeup run in p%erceptible stains all
down Mrs. Collins face.
After dinner Henrietta said: Nov
you W go into the parlor and have
a nice talk while I get the dishes
done"
LET me help YOU" said John.
Mrs. Collins took up a book.
John accompanied Mrs. Collins to
the train next morning. Henrietta
hummed as she washed the breakfast
things and set the pie in the oven
When John came back he walked oven
to her and kissed her.
Gee, I'm glad she's gone" he said
Turned up her nose at everything. J
tell you, Eta, I'm happier with you
over week-ends than having city folks
down who don't appreciate the coun
try
Mrs. Gaskell smiled as she took the
pies out of the oven. The bloom was
off the rose.