Judge — December 19, 1914 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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An anteroom where tired * Even Baron Dumdum gasped at them. And yet no one outside of the family ever saw all of Mrs, Swellbeigh’s gems together— that is, no one but Félice, the paragon of a maid, whose attractiveness and worth even Mrs, Arbour and Mrs. Delevere had ad- mitted. To Félice, in fact, the jewels were intrusted when not in a safety vault and when Mrs. Swellbeigh had them at hand for personal adornment on great social occasions. And Félice was even trusted to take them to and from their seclusion, Baron Dumdum, it was noted, took no note of Félice whatever, though she was engaging enough to seize the attention of most other men, young orold. The baron thus confirmed Mrs. Swellbeigh’s notion of his super-aristocracy. The baron danced y, and among his other accomplish- ments —and of this he seemed proud—was ty to drive a car. No racing chauffeur could take a motor through dan- gerous mazes of traffic with greater skill, and none could drive at speed more safely. He often drove Mrs. Swellbeigh, as much to her pride as her exhilaration. One morning, after a late function, Mrs. Swellbeigh woke within an hour of the time she was to take a spin with the baron, She called Félice, but the maid *tootsies "* may get relief. did not respond. She called Mimi, a sec- ond maid, who could give no account of the favorite. Mrs. Swellbeigh had performed her toilet in days gone by without assist- ance, and she did it this morning, fre- quently giving word that Félice should be sent in the moment she appeared. Mrs. Swellbeigh, at that stage of dress- ing that called for ornamentation, could not find her jewels, A terrible thought cametoher. Had Félice disappeared with them? Hysterical, she sent word to the baron’s apartment for counsel. The baron had also disappeared! The Day of Dreams Come True I'VE TRIED and tried with all my might To do just as I should— And I have dreamed ’most every night Of everything that’s good. And, oh, my dreams! If things can be One-half as good as they, Then Santa will be good to me When it comes Christmas Day. The hobby horse, the fireman’s suit, The auto and the train, The bow and arrows I may shoot— I see them all so plain! Oh, time goes by so slowly, though! I never, never knew How long a way it was to go To the Day of Dreams Come True! But now I'm here at Christmas Eve— I hope all little by Will wake to-morrow to receive Their playthings and their toys. And may their hearts be glad and light And all the world seem new, Because they go throughout this night To the Land of Dreams Come True. —Withur D. Neshit. Old-Timers Heard Under the Proverbial Osculatory Sprig “It’s all right—nobody’s looking, any- way.”’ “Do we have to have this for an ex- cuse?"” “This is the best present I got all day !”” “Would you kiss me if we weren't un- der the mistletoe?"’ “Think of getting stuck for five dances with Susie Jones “This is luck! Um-m-m-m-m-m!"" “I'll bet I'm the hundredth girl you've kissed to-night “Say, who invented this custom, any- way?) “I wish you'd weara hat trimmed with mistletoe!" Chas, Andvew Me THE MODERN THREE WISE MEN