Show LOVERS PLOT D Pass the cake These words spoken in imperious tones by Rosalind McGuire floated diagonally across the parlor to I where Pansy Perkins was seated on a fauteuil conversing with George W Simpson Pansy was looking even lovlier than usual the gaslight softend and made less garish by the tinted shades through which it came bring out in all its beauty the peachy complexion for which the Perkinses of Perkins ville had long been noted Where you ever at Marietta Ohio she asked bending her face as she spoke so close to that of George that a little vagrant tress of sunny hair swept across his fore head making him feel as if he had suddenly taken hold of the handles of an electric machine No he said I never was in Marietta but I have an aunt who used to live in Cleveland How strange said Pansy My father once knew a man who used to live in Cleveland And so they chatted on unmind ful of the fact that just across the room there sat a woman beautiful but with cold feet whose eyes were never taken from themand in whose heart the fires of jealousy were rag ing in all their lurid fierceness Rosalind McGuire loved George W Simpson with all the passionate fervor fer-vor of a highborn woman whose heart attacked in vain by countless suitors suddenly pours out unbid den all the hidden treasures of its love Such love is terrible in its intensity inten-sity and only those who have seen a three base hit made in the ninth inning can realize the agony to which a woman loving thus is sub jected when she sees the object of her passion bending tenderly over another and whispering words that can never be recalled The sight of George W Simpson making love to a girl who didnt have an invisible net to her name was more than Rosalind Ros-alind could bear so she went into the supper room Put some oysters near the hole in the wall she said to a waiter pointing with her jeweled hand to the portiere through which she had just passed The man did as he was told In a moment George and Pansy entered the room Would you like some oysters he said Oh yes repliedPansy I think they are just lovely George placed before her a platter of Sevres ware on which the mul lusks were heaped and as the first one disappeared with a dull thud Rosalind smiled with a cold Boston smile and felt that her hour of triumph was at hand When the oysters were gonrPansy looked up with a glad smile You are very kind Mr Simpson Simp-son she said and I shall not soon forget this night But the happy look had faded from the mans face and the riant mouth was quivering with pain My heart ia J broken he said softly to himself as he reached for a biscuit but it is better so than after I had told my love If she eats that way at party what kind of a record would she get home r Chicago Tribune |