Show A bright Mot herg tact there was a decoration on a luncheon table one day last week that was not ordered from florist or caterer an uptown woman entertaining a half dosen friends had herself seen to tha laying of the table early in the forenoon and closed and darkened the dining room lill luncheon should be served A few minutes before that time she left the parlor and ran down for a final inspection bring tho clams in eho said to the maid 1 I will open the room and luncheon can bo served at once and eho hurried into the apartment raising the shades and opening the blinds f is iv i i fy anil then she stopped and said hohf for there at the daintily laid table hia little high chair drawn up to its occasional by her cover sat her three year old boy bound asleep his brown haired head almost touching the cloth and one moist pudgy hand resting fairly on its immaculate whiteness and clasping between the limp fingers a red rose which be bad evidently admired and palled from the centerpiece as its trailing way was clearly marked across the table it was a critical moment for the mother if I 1 take him ap she thought quickly the traces of his presence will be there and it is too late to relay the table ill leave him just as he is they are all mothers up stairs and will see the picture he makes before they see the print of his fingers on my cloth and the clams were put on and the luncheon was announced and master arthur was a very much surprised boy when he was awakened a few minutes later by a rain of soft kisses from a bevy of admiring women her point of view in new york times |