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Show THE LAST STRAW. When the Drummonds put in a telephone tele-phone they were lavish in their offers of hospitality to the neighbors. "It's the unlimited kind," said little Mrs. Drummond, proudly, "so it doesn't make a bit of difference how often or how long it's used." As time went on Mr. Drummond noticed that when he returned to v pretty suburban home at night hi wife's face often wore a' tired and harassed expression. At last one night she seemed so depressed at the dinner table that Mr. Drummond felt the time had come for him to speak. "I'm sure it's that telephone that's M the bottom of your trouble," he said, grimly, in the midst of his awkward awk-ward attempts at comfort. "Comic on, you might as well tell me about it." "I haven't minded the Lawtons discussing dis-cussing all their diseases with the doctor doc-tor over it, because they have low voices," said Mrs. Drummond, sadly, "and I've tried not to listen when Mrs. Gray ordered her groceries and provisions and haggled over the prices. "It wasn't pleasant to have Miss Howard scold her dressmaker, and then have the dressmaker call up our number next day and screech that until her last bill was paid Miss Howard How-ard would have no new gown. "None of those things were pleasant, pleas-ant, but I didn't say anything," faltered falt-ered Mrs. Drummond. "But day before be-fore yesterday Mrs. Lombard came ill while I was out. Lena told roc when I got home that Mrs. Lombard was here telephoning a long time. And today some lady in town called up our number and said, 'Kindly tell Mrs. Lombard that Miss Keith regrets re-grets that after all she will be unable to go to Mrs. Lombard's tea on Saturday Sat-urday "Horace, she's ordered all the things and invited all the people over our .wire, and never asked me at all!" Youth's Companion. |