Judge — May 31, 1919 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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| a || 4 1 a ‘ “If you've made your will, you must have some sort of presentiment.” “Not necessarily that. Men who take no risks make t need your money, but I thank you just the same. “T thought you might. If you should become a widow, you know, you couldn’t have too much of that sort of attraction.” “Lacking other charms, you mean?” “Hardly. You're attractive enough superficially —too attractive, in fact. If you hadn’t been so devil- ishly good-looking I never should have married you only to find out that it would require a miracle to suit us to each other.” “This is no day for miracles. But thank you for your opinion of my appearance. I know you are a connoisseur.” “T wish I had not been—in your case! A man’s eyes sometimes mislead him.” And in this mutual frame of mind they parted with a mere handshake. After Nutting had sailed Mrs. Nutting began to go about with an old flame, Caspar Nicholls. He had wanted to marry her before Nutting came upon the scene, but they had quarreled and she married Nutting on short acquaintance. In one of the engagements of the “American peditionary Force in France Nutting’s name appeared on the list of killed His estate was administered ac- cording to his will, upon appli- cation of other heirs, and Mrs. Nutting came in for a bequest much larger than her legal share would have been. Nicholls pressed Mrs. Nutting to marry him almost at once Although she was fond of him she declined to do this Nutti behaved — hand- somely in his will,” she said, “and [ want to wait a decent period. We will go along as we are for a year.” The year had almost passed. Nicholls had repeated his plea several times. At last he won her consent to a quiet wedding, but they agreed that it should be celebrated the day of the ceremony by a dinner to w several friends were invited. It Was a gay party that assembled for this function in a private dining-room of one of New York’s great hotels. As the party was being seated the proprietor of the hotel came in to explain that there might be Pres w A. BL Watcen some delay in the service. ‘Our Tue waiters, in common with those in other hotels, have suddenly quit,” he said, “and I shall have to ask your indulgence. But I have planned a novel arrangement that should make your dinner unusually interesting. We have as guests several soldiers just returned from ance. Fortunately they dined together early, before the waiters struck. They have offered their servic as waiters, just for the fun of the thing. Waiting will be a novelty to them, at least in these circumstances, as before the war they were of the class always waited upon. One of these is young Hackley, son of the mi lionaire Hackl and another is Lieutenant Cosgrove, son of a western railroad magnate. I will assign these gentlemen-soldiers to your service, and I know you will bear with us in the emergency.” ‘The good nature of the party was increased by this unexpected development. All voted it a regular lark, and the dinner began. The first soldier-waiter to appear with a tray of cocktails was Nutting. My Choice By H. Vaarey ELEN has hair of gold, Myrtle is never sad, Phyllis is sweet, yet cold Rose like a queen is clad But there is not for me One in the charming group; How could it ever be? Mary can make good soup. Alice can ride a horse, Nettie can drive a car, Peggy can swim of course, Edith flies high and far, But all their talents fade; Who is it cares a whoop For an athletic maid?— Mary can make good sou When all is said and done. Youth is a gift of vears Life is not always fun Laughter must change to tears. Even the fairest flower Sometime will wilt and Beauty lives but an hour Mary can make good soup! OP Of No Consequence Attorney—Have you ever had any trouble with the defendant? Gap Johnson (of Rumpus Ridge, Ark.)—Nope! None worth mention- ing. We've sorter took a shot at each other now and ag’in, but that’s about all A Base Hit Harduppe—Will you settle a bet for me? Goodthyng—Gladly. What is it? Harduppe—Ten dollars I lost to Flubdub.