ALL SUNSETS ARE NOT ALIKE.
Mr. and Mrs. Peterby were sitting on their piazza. It was late afternoon, and the sun was making his final preparations to gild the western heavens. Peterby sat in mute admiration.
"Did you ever see such a superb sunset ?" he exclaimed, rapturously. "It is simply wonderful ! Amazing !' Mrs. Peterby did not ioin in his enthusiasm. She shifted uneasily in her chair. "You would think anything was good," she replied, "you've just had a good dinner. But it's just an ordinary sunset, nothing more." "Where are you gefing ?" asked Peterby. "Why can't you sit still ? Just # like a woman. No artistic appreciation." "'l'll be back presently," replied Mrs. Peterby. Four or five minutes passed. She came back and sat down. There waa a silence. "It is beautiful," whishered Mrs. Peterby. ''Don't think I ever saw a finer sunset. See that exquisite colouring off there —and those feather effects. Perfectly lovely." Peterby turned his face slowly and gazed at her. "What did you do in the house! just now ?" he asked. Mrs. Peterby's face beamed. "Why," she replied, "the cook was going to leave, but she told me she would stay ajaotbee month."—"Success Magazine."
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King Country Chronicle, Volume VIII, Issue 639, 31 January 1914, Page 6
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197ALL SUNSETS ARE NOT ALIKE. King Country Chronicle, Volume VIII, Issue 639, 31 January 1914, Page 6
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