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Show ' Those Lovely Long Gloves. "It's neariy 7 o'clock." cried Bmlthers. "It'll take us nearly an hour to get there, and we ought to catchy that next car to arrive. on time.- Get a move on." "I'm almost ready.",' replied Mrs. Smith-ers. Smith-ers. 'I've only got to put on my gloves. Just a minute." , Bmlthers filled his pipe, picked up the evening paper once more and read the sporting page. as. he blew smoke toward the- Uce curtains." There was no sound, and becoming more impatient be looked at his watch again.. , ; "Quarter past 7." he roared.' "We can't help being fifteen minutes late." "I know It. my dear," said Mrs. Smith-ers. Smith-ers. "I'm Just about ready. I have my left glove over my wrist. Have a little patience, please." Smlthers dropped his pipe and bit off the end of a cigar. . "You know hew I hate to go late to any place." he yelled. "It you're not ready within five minutes I'll not go." "That's right, lose your temper." said Mrs. Smlthers. "Here I am, hurrying as fast as I can and you sit there nagging me until I'm so nervous I don't know what to do." "I haven't lost my temper," roared Smlthers.- "But I want you to hurry." "I'm doing the best I can. I would have been ready only I found there was a button off my waist and I stopped to sew it on." "You knew a week ago that button was . otf. .Why didn't you sew It on then? Or yesterday? Or this morning? Or this afternoon?" "You know very well I haven't had a minute to myself." was Mrs. 8mlthers" answer. "You know I had no chance to do it." Smlthers said nothing. He scratched a match on the top of the mahogany table and lighted his cigar. He said nothmg -until- 7:30; when he walked to the front of the stairs and called out, "Do you know what time it Is?" There was no answer. "I say, do you know, what time It Is?" he repeated. "I have no means of knowing what time 11 is. sne imwfrea "Well. It's 7:80." "Is that my fault?" asked Mrs. Smlthers. Smlth-ers. "Do you blame me because time goes on?" . "I" blame 1 you ' because I'm hanging 'round here while it goes on. We'll get there half au hour late if we start now. I've made up my mind not to go." "That's right, spoil the evening for me." "What's the difference If I do spoil it? Tou've thrown it away." "I'm all finished almost. ' Where's your shoe horn?" "My shoe horn! For heaven's sake, haven't you put on your shoes yet?" "Yes, I've put on my shoes! Where's the horn?" ' ' ' ' "What do you want with a shoe horn if you've put on your shoes?" There was no answer. Smlthers waited a moment, then started upstairs. ' "I've found It." she said, when he was half way up, but Smlthers continued the march to the room. "Oh. you can help .me," said Mrs. Smlthers despairingly. . 'tHelp you how? Help you what?" " "I wish you would hold this shoe horn while I push the end of this Move under my sleeve and tuck It up In my armpit." replied Mrs. Smlthers, and at 8 o'clock they left the house together. |