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Show 8 THE CITIZEN ' table had as a centerpiece a large crystal basket of Shasta daisies, ferns and gypsophila on a cluny cover over golden yellow satin. Yellow satin ribbon streamers hung from the chandelier and were caught at each corner of the table. Crystal candelabra holding yellow cathedral candles were on each end of the table. A program of musical numbers was given during the afternoon by Mrs. Jane Crawford Romney and Max Terrill. Punch was served by little Ruth Coulam. The hostess was assisted during the afternoon by Mrs. George F. Coulam, Jrr., and Mrs. Lee Anderson. The guests numbered twenty-fiv- e. The Maxwell McKean W. R. C. held its outing at Liberty park Thursday afternoon. A basket luncheon was served. T. H. Gordon circle, Ladies of the G. A. R., gave a picnic supper at Liberty park Thursday afternoon. All comrades and members of sister circles were present. Miss Dorothy Jensen and Miss Dora othy Robison have returned from trip to California. The following were at the Girls Friendly Inn: Miss Marion Storey, Miss Mary Katherine McGurrin, Miss Margaret Richards and Miss Eleanor Van Cott. Miss Edna Stewart, daughter cf Mr. and Mrs. D. K. Stewart, of Ogden, is in the city visiting friends. Miss Margaret H. Hartwell left Monday for Denver, accompanied by her sister, Mrs. M. R. Shepherd of Denver, who has spent some time visiting in Salt Lake. Miss Mary Hopkinson of Chicago has arrived in Salt Lake to be the guest of Miss Mary OBrien and Miss Eleanor OBrien at their home in the Cottonwoods. Mrs. A. J. Bruneau and daughter, Mrs. Alfred Isom, who have been vis- iting at the California beaches for several days, will be joined by Mr. Bruneau, who left for southern California Wednesday. . Hampton and little daughter, Aurelia, are at Yellowstone national park, where they will spend two weeks. Mr. and Mrs. Grant Mrs. Thomas Benton Hunter of San Francisco, who has been the guest of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fred A. Ilale, has returned to her home in San Francisco. Her sons, Tommy and Hal, remained for a two weeks visit at the Morgan cottage at Brighton. t i Mrs. J. S. Harrison announces the engagement of her daughter, Alta Oak-deto Earl J. Barnes of Louisvdlle, Ky. Tho wedding will take place early in August. n, A FOOL THERE WAS. i i Outside, a slight fog, drizzling rain and raw cold; inside a roaring fire, a comfortable room, whiskies and sodas and two men. By Jove! you're lucky, said one; you havent much coin, as you say and no very special advantages and yet this time tomorrow you are going to persuade one of the prettiest women in town to say yes. 0 Always supposing that she does, replied the other, as he puffed at his cigar. . Dont forget, old chap, that theres many a slip twixt the bet you make in the ring and settling day. said his Oh, thats all right, friend; besides, you say yourself that she is quite keen about you, and has never refused you anything so .far. Thats so. But then, on the other hand, shes a good deal run after theres that French attache and the western chap hes got loads of money. Id back your fascinating manners against coin any day, said the other. And you say yourself that you can make any woman on earth care for you in one week? I flatter myself I can, replied the owner of the rooms. "At least I, have never failed up till now. Well, he added, as he held his glass up, heres to the prettiest girl in town, hoping she will be my future wife this time tomorrow night. And heres good luck to you, answered his friend. The Fool threw another log on the fire and then leaned back in his armchair and became confidential as he watched the blue smoke curling upwards from his cigar.1 Between you and me and the doorpost, old chap, he said, If Flossie does not accept me I shall immediately propose to the pretty little widow in 69th street. Its true that her past is a trifle shrouded in mystery, but shes so awfully smart. Hang it all! I do like a woman to be chic. Now little Mrs. Wreathall would be a credit to any man. And failing the lady wTith a past? asked his friend with a good deal of , Mrs. Wreathall or Maisie Wontner as future wives when I propose tomorrow afternoon to Flossie' Clarence. In marrying her I shall' become a bit of a celebrity myself. He held his glass up again Flossie, mine, heres to your pretty blue eyes. : d The next day at 4 oclock a man jumped into a taxi and was driven to the Robespierre apartments. He pressed the electric bell with the assurance, of a conquerer. The maid showed him into Miss Flossies pink drawing room, where the object of his adoration was curled up on the sofa; eating chocolate creams, which she shared With her toy spaniel. I suppose there is no need for me to eeplain why I have failed, he said Indeed, you must have fervently. .wondered why I have not spoken before, but What on earth do you mean? asked the lady. As I was saying, he continued, no doubt I should have spoken earlier, but there is an old saying, you know, well-dresse- sarcasm. better late than never. What are you driving at, you silly boy, .said-thlady, as she nibbled at a chocolate cream, with her white teeth He seized hold of the girls hands Flossie, my darling, I love you! More passionately than wordes can say. Will you marry me? Oh, answer quickly! For a second there was silence, which w'as finally broken by a ringing peal of laughter. Oh, what a good joke, said the Marry you! Of course not! I girl. shall never give up my freedom unless it is for money or a position. Oh, howT frightfully funny! And the way you seized my hand w'as like the villain in a melodrama. I must really ring the bill and tell my maid. But the man had fled. At C oclock a well dressed man was calling at a certain house in 69th street. He pressed the electric bell somewhat nervously. A moment later he was alone in a small white drawing room. With a great rustling of silk the lady appeared. Why, then, hey for Central Park, said the Fool. Maisie is a sweet little girl and good and all that sort of thing, but like most good little girls, shes insipid, and Im afraid that six months with her is all I could stand. Seems a beastly thing to say, I know, Good but its all this kind afternoon, Mr. Jerrold, what a very nice day it is. I hope it will be fine tomorrow, too, dont you? Now, you know I could never put up with that! Mrs. Wreathall would suit me far better! She understands men thoroughly tells me she has made a life study of them. I know she would be quite glad to marry me and settle down women wrho have knocked about a bit look upon matrimony as a haven of rest a harbor, in fact, which is all the more welcome after their storm-tossejourv ney through life. But it is rather absurd to discuss Why, how pale you look, she said. Poor boy! You must have a brandy and soda and tell me w'hats the matter, she said as she stroked his hair. Well, you see, he said, wiien a man is awfully keen about a little and w'ants her to be his w'ife, he naturally does not like to ask her, in case she should say No. Nothing ventured, nothing won, said the widow:, as she traced the pattern of the carpet with the point of her beaded slipper. Her words seemed to breathe of hope, and summoning all his courage, he said: Oh, my darling, I love you so passionately! Will you give me the right to take care of you and protect you for evermore, .1 shall never rest till Toil are my wife. ' Tht lady held a lace handkerchief to her eyes. Was slip laughing at him? Or had - of-thing- : d 4 e wo-ma- n, : ; she been genuinely lv.ovedt. his offer? I am deeply sorry, 8he at length, but I can hold om for you. Another man hast to take care of me and JQUfc Hes But before she hi d procet ther the Fool had rushed room, down the stain; and on street. It at oclock thata ed man, in a state of consider vous excitement, passed into Park. He w'alked slowly down & wras road, 8 thinking-tha- t the lamps-sid- looked like a double tot nels standing there to mockfc He paused and looked at the pft trees. Then he walked up road, every now and then stop; ed himself: Should he go he turn back? He had reached his destinai passed under the huge arch Uj halting steps it was not to I to turn back! wj After all Maisie was a ve: little girl and extremely innoc; jw haps it was better to be a if II than to have had a highly cok Should he ring, or should he his heels and make for his clu i He rang. ill No, Mrs. Wontner was not; but Miss Maisie was. And she was alone, too: in: cm drawing room on the first tk ing a sonata on the piano. on. 5 Do you like sonatas?" I dont, but mother him. i- f fc They spoke of the weather; fay. she liked going for long walk: did not rain. Time was ge: t M I)o you ever think k of N Wontner? he asked her. ean She blushed furiously and': 2to head. But she did not answ: 8 Love is the most beautiful tih the w'orld, he continued is the only thing worth lift rogi te Maisie Wontner began to her bangles in a nervous son is The Fool put his arm an il t if waist. ft The Fool kissed her. A k t fie 1 And then she screamed of her voice. How dare you? e at w sl!; saM-tel- l npj mother. Dont be frightened. said; dont you know that Ur6 yes, love you passior :tely. to make you my wife. I shall never marr; you. cto would rather die! someone else, only it j a P at present. You mus: toll mother, but I am cored! ihagj to my music master. 84 the The Fool rushed from hurried down toward thesj trance and into Urn:. lwa larti Ke: hailed a taxi. H I - - Whore to, sir? nr To the devil, he p oil ii1- - ,. Clat tj j 'o jj |