Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1896-12-31
A PINEAPPLE CHEESE.
BY EDITH 8. TUPPER.


apple cheese on the isle of Manhattan"
Pineapple cheese" chorus of dis
may and derision arose. why pineap7
pie? Why not Brie or Camambert
"Oh, know" said Peg loftily, that
you swells," with bitter emphasis on
the word, "affect all kinds of evil
smelling cheese with your after din
ner coffee, but as I am plain and demo-
cratic in my tastes buy pineapple
cheese wherewith to regale myself
when come in, worn, jaded and faint
with hunger after my days toll"
Then she hung up her sailor, cut of
the head of her pineapple cheese,
scooped out a chunk, and proceeded to
eat 1t like piece of cake. Meantime
We three jeered.
AS Peg stood there greedily devour-
ing her cheese, she did not look much
like q girl whose heart was broken. She
was plump, rosy and sturdy. She curled
her hair. She was as different as
possible from the accepted type of love-
lorn maiden wasting away to prema-
ture grave from disappointed love. Yet
we girls knew all about the dreadful
quarrel Peg had with Jack Sheppard
quarrel that broke off her engagement
and sent Peg out into the world to seek
a career.
We four girls, Grace, Eleanore, Mar
garet, otherwise Peg, and the writer,
have a tiny little box of a fiat uptown
where we play at housekeeping. We
live in a chatting dish and the fire es~
=. f,;r Ia
or so we are visited by a big good ma
tured officer who tries to look stern
when he states he will surely be obliged
to arrest us if we do not keep our fire es-
cape clear of bird cages, vegetables.
fruit, and flower pots.
Then there ensues spasm of tidying
ur, the plants and birds are arranged in
the "drawing-room," as we call the tiny
reception room, the vegetables are stor-
ed in the kitchen closet and the
fruit heaped ostentatiously on the side
board. But some way, gradually, de-
moralization again creeps upon us, the
fire escape allures and beckons us and
flaunts it's attractions as store house
before us and we again succumb to its
Vaccinations.
Therefore we were not greatly sur
rrised when Peg, after satisfying her
healthy young appetite, proceeded to
place her cheese. just ouside the win
dow upon the fire escape.
"Peg, you are crowding the refrigera-
tor" objected Grace.
do you want a call from Dan
Flynn" asked Eleanore.
To, ha RI cd In,
passing is the policeman who periodi-
cally cleans out our refrigerator.
"Dan Flynn won't see it tonight"
said Peg calmly, land I may eat the
rest of it for breakfast"
This silenccd us; there really was no
argument to that proposition.
We adjourned to the drawing-room
and while Grace prepared an article on
"How To Turn the Back Breadths of
an Old Silk Skirt" for ladies' maya
zine, and Eleanore ran over the new
song she was to introduce in her next
role, 1 gossiped with Peg about the
newcomers who that day had taken
the fiat under us.
There can't be any women" re-
marked, for there wasn't a rocking
chair, a piano or sewing machine, and
there were whole cases of stuff inciden-
tai to the Accused Sex carried in"
1t is by this term we are accustomed
to speak of men in Pegs presence. We
feel it to be due her.
"Then there were rifles and walking
sticks and clubs galore continued,
"a whole arsenal. counted all sorts of
. Gotl linz ray
they be social highwaymen, do you
think?"
"All men," said Peg oracularly, "arc
in measure social highwaymen. Very
likely this is an organized band of cut
Threats. The details assuredly are sus-
picious. Grace, you know the chief Of
police, believe"
81 interviewed him once" drowsily
came from Grace, who had just arrived
at the sponging and pressing stage of
her article.
Every well, you know him then" said
Peg severely. Il think, you should call
OH him and ask him to look up these
i. creatures and see whether four unpro-
tected women are safe in living so near
them"
wouldn't Dan Flynn do as well as
f. the chief" asked Eleanore, lazily hum
ming over the last bar of her song
"You see, Peg, the head of the depart
ment is a rather busy man, and as Dan
Flynn is on our visiting list, it might be
quite as convenient, mightn't it?"
But Peg made no answer to this idle
banter. She sat engrossed in deep
thought. Her blue eyes grew larger
and DREAMER. We all watched her
with undisguised admiration. She was
20 abominably pretty.
1 made sure that she was wandering
through the maze of memory with her
lost love, and ventured to rouse her,
hoping she would rehearse some TO-
mantle chapter for our delectation.
"Peg," asked, softly, 'of what, dear,
are you thinking?"
'I was wondering" said she, with
little start, whether those miscre-
ants below us would steal my pineapple
cheese"