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Show Love Letters of a Gossip. Dearest: You know, Wednesday was visitors' day at the Country club aeain, or rather visitors' night, and there was plenty doing. The Malted Milk union was out in force, counting the drinks the other folks had, and making things generally disagreeable. disagree-able. This time there were relays on the lookout chairs, and if anything escaped them it was in a toll tree. The pony express of the days of our childhood didn't stand one, two, three with the galloping dames who relieved one another with assorted hammers, and if there was anything left of a lot of the good folk present it was because they were pneumatic. There were lots of pretty little dinners at the club before the dance, but they were very secret, mysterious affairs, for an unwritten edict has gone forth that the affairs are so informal that horrid newspaper people mustn't know anything about them, and so the names are forgotten by all who know. It is true that eats were put upon tables, and that said eats were cut into by men and women who were present. That is all that must be said, except that said, eats were, as usual, delightful, and that said men and women gave lovely parties. Good-night, dear, and say, be careful of those California foolish powders. JIM. Dear Heart A belated story of tho purple convention recently re-cently held here come to me today. You might use it as your own if the occasion requires while you're away. One of the gentlemen of antlered fame had a desire to pay his bill before leaving the city, and stepping to the counter asked the clerk the amount. He was told. "Withered and staggering he pulled a roll of the soft, then asked in a stage whisper, "Isn't there some mistake?" "No, sir; your bill is correct," said H. U. Clerk. "Why, what is the trouble?" "Nothing, except I've got some left," replied the astonished stranger. I think that is delicious, don't you, dear? JIM. Dearie There is something rather good on your old friend, Archie Milner, who is now visiting in the West, but who will soon return to regulate the Boston market. He was at a mining camp the other day, attending attend-ing to some interests, and was standing talking to a city official, when the stage came in and out jumped a lone passenger. "Who is that?" asked Archie. "Dunno, dont' you?" "No, I dunno, don't you?" "Now." "I don't know him, and you don't know him, say," continued Archie, "he must be lost." After which the two entered the common inn, there being no cushioned club, and partook. JIM. |