Show SORRY HE SAW HER FIRST game of hide and seek at a houe party and its sad ending it was not so very long ago that a lolly party of young men and women from the capital went on a weekend visit to miss dash whose father has a country house not a day s journey away says the washington post it was not the sort of house party you read about in smart novels they play bridge hor hunt they romped like a lot of children mr and mrs dash were away one evening and it the house had not been very solidly built it would have been torn down nobody ever heard such rol licking laughter such mad scamper ings as went on somebody suggest ed hide and seek the young people hid in the attack and the cellar and in every possible place between A normally sedate young man was the seeker he galloped about madly shouting and searching he opened every door he saw and in one room his keen eyes espied somebody trying to hide in a bed he pounced forward and seized the figure get out of that he cried ive got you you can t hide from me wild shrieks and the noise of corn bat rent the air furious invective and stammered expostulation brought the rest of the party in no time at all the usually sedate young man had found the cook and nothing he could say had any weight with her she came of fighting stock she blacked his eye and well that why the dash country house is now minus a cook |