MRS. ANDREW PHIDIAS SYMES At Home Thursday 2-4
She sank cautiously into the blue rocking-chair and removed a hatpin which skewered her yachting cap to a k.n.o.b of hair.
"That beats _me_! "Mrs. Andrew Phidias Symes!"" Mrs. Tutts saw no reason to slight the letter p and p.r.o.nounced it distinctly. "At home Thursdays between two and four! What of it? Ain"t we all generally home Thursdays between two and four?"
"Gussie has improved wonderful," replied Mrs. Jackson pacifically.
"_Improved!_ If you call goin" around pa.s.sin" of them up that she"s knowed well "improved" why then she has improved wonderful. Snip!"
"I don"t think she really aimed to pa.s.s you up."
"I wasn"t thinkin" of myself," replied Mrs. Tutts hotly, "I was thinking of Essie Tisdale. I hope Mis" Symes don"t come around to call on me--I"m kind of perticular who I entertain."
Mrs. Jackson"s hard blue eyes began to shine, but Mrs. Jackson had been something of a warrior herself in her day and knew a warrior when she saw one. She had no desire to engage in a hand to hand conflict with Mrs. Tutts, whose fierceness she was well aware was more than surface deep, and she read in that person"s alert pose a disconcerting readiness for action. It was a critical moment, one which required tact, for a single injudicious word would precipitate a fray of which Mrs. Jackson could not be altogether sure of the result. Besides, poised as she was like a winged Mercury on the threshold of Society, she could not afford any low scene with Mrs. Tutts. Conquering her resentment, Mrs. Jackson said conciliatingly--
"Yes, of course, now we "re married it"s different--we _have_ to be perticular who we entertain. As Mis" Symes says--"Society must draw the line somewhere!""
Mrs. Tutts searched her face in quick suspicion.
"Who"d she say it about?"
"Promise me that this won"t go no further--hope to die?--but to tell the truth we was speakin" of Essie Tisdale."
Mrs. Tutts looked mystified.
"What"s she done?"
In unconscious imitation of Mrs. Symes, Mrs. Jackson curled her little finger and smiled a slow, deprecating smile--
"You see she works _out_--she"s really a servant."
Mrs. Tutts nodded in entire comprehension.
"I know; back East in Dakoty we always looked down on them more or less as was out"n out hired girls. But out here I"ve aimed to treat everybody the same."
"I"ll say that for you, Mis" Tutts," declared Mrs. Jackson generously, "you"ve never showed no diffrunce to n.o.body."
"I"m glad you think so," said Mrs. Tutts modestly, "and I don"t mean to pa.s.s Essie Tisdale up altogether."
"Ner me," declared Mrs. Jackson, "she"s a perf.e.c.kly good girl so far as I know."
"Where do you suppose Mis" Symes got them cards printed?" inquired Mrs.
Tutts. "I gotta git Tutts to git to work and git me some."
"Over to the _Courier_ office I should think," Mrs. Jackson added. "It"s lucky I got some in the house since they"ve started in usin" em."
There was a moment"s silence in which Mrs. Tutts eyed Mrs. Jackson with unfriendly eyes. It seemed very plain to her that her neighbor was trying to "put it over her." The temptation against which she struggled was too strong and she inquired pointedly while she discreetly arose to go--
"Business cards, Mis" Jackson--some you had left over?"
Diplomacy was scattered to the four winds.
"No; not business cards, Mis" Tutts! Callin" cards. I"ll show you one since I"ve no notion you ever saw one back there in that beer garden where you cracked your voice singin"!"
Mrs. Tutts put on her yachting cap and pulling it down on her head until her hair was well covered, advanced menacingly.
"You gotta eat them words, Mis" Jackson," she said with ominous calm.
Mrs. Jackson retreated until the marble-topped centre table formed a protecting barrier.
"Don"t you start no rough-house here, Mis" Tutts."
Mrs. Tutts continued to advance and her lips had contracted as though an invisible gathering string had been jerked violently.
"You gotta eat them words, Mis" Jackson." Unwavering purpose was in her voice.
"I"ll have the law on you if you begin a ruckus here." Mrs. Jackson moved to the opposite side of the table.
"The law"s nothin" to me." Mrs. Tutts went around the table.
"I haven"t forgot I"m a lady!" Mrs. Jackson quickened her gait.
"Everybody else has." Mrs. Tutts also accelerated her pace.
"Don"t you dast lay hands on me!" Mrs. Jackson broke into a trot.
"Not if I can stomp on you," declared Mrs. Tutts as the back fulness of Mrs. Jackson"s skirt slipped through her fingers.
"What"s the use of this? I don"t want to fight, Mis" Tutts." Mrs.
Jackson was galloping and slightly dizzy.
"You will onct you git into it," encouraged Mrs. Tutts, grimly measuring the distance between them with her eye.
"You ought to have your brains beat out for this!" On the thirteenth lap around the table Mrs. Jackson was panting audibly.
"Couldn"t reach yours th"out cuttin" your feet off!" responded Mrs.
Tutts, in whose eyes gleamed what sporting writers describe as "the joy of battle."
The strength of the hunted hostess was waning visibly.
"I"ve got heart trouble, Mis" Tutts," she gasped in desperation, "and I"m liable to drop dead any jump!"
"No such luck." Mrs. Tutts made a pa.s.s at her across the table.
"This is perf.e.c.kly ridic"lous; do you at all realize what you"re doin"?"
"I won"t," Mrs. Tutts spoke with full knowledge of the deadly insult; "I won"t until I git a few handfuls of your _red_ hair!"
Mrs. Jackson stopped in her tracks and fear fell from her. Her roving eye searched the room for a weapon and her glance fell upon the potted geranium. Mrs. Tutts already had possessed herself of the scissors.