Identifier: harpersnew0109various (find matches)
Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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y wretchedmemory, minus any connection. Any-way, thats what I said, and I called aboy and sent my card to Mrs. Lancas-ter Welles. And when word came back that shewas not in the hotel, you left an invita-tion to dinner, to be given to her whenshe should arrive, just by way of nail-*ing Aunt Julias conviction, and nowyoure doing penance for the taradid-dle, supplied Jordan, who was some-what familiar with the intricacies ofhis wifes conscience. Oh, my land! If I only had! El-lery,—again Tragedy loomed,— that boycame back and said that Mrs. Welleswould see me in her room! Great Caesar! Jordan straightenedup and stared at her. You dont meanto say she was there ? She was there! Naturally, I couldntrun away then. Her husband gave way to peals ofmirth. You had to live up to Aunt Juliasexpectations, not to mention the boys—and Mrs. Welless! he exclaimed. Heavens! Louise, why dont you laugh ?Cant you see how funny it is? Wait!—ominously. Just wait! Dont tell me Aunt Julia wentwith you!
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i DIDNT KNOW THERE WAS A MRS. LANCASTfcR WfcLLES I WHEN THE TURTLE TURNED LOOSE. 191 No; Aunt Julia, mercifully, departed,and I went alone to face Mrs. Welles. To beard the lion in his den,The Douglas in his hall, chuckled Jordan. Dont, Ellery! It isnt funny. Hemade an obedient but ineffectual effortto control his laughter, which still brokeforth occasionally. In the elevator Idecided that when I saw her Id looksurprised and say: Oh! Oh, I beg yourpardon! This isnt the Mrs. WellesI know! You know; that sort of thing—and pretend that I had an old schoolmatewho was also Mrs. Lancaster Welles, andlived in Borneo or Van Diemens Land,or somewhere. That time you didnt count on Ali-cia Welles. No, I didnt! Look out for women, Louise. Theyrealways x in the problem, and you nev-er know what theyll amount to untilits finished. Ellery, she didnt give me a chanceto say a word! Of course she didnt! Thats AliciaWelles all over! She fairly fell on my neck and saidthat one of the pleasures to which

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