The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-09-14
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uuCOIhSN AS the UOOF ClOSSQ on neT
retreating form, ne turned to his wife,
Well, that beats me! I'll bet George
paid every cent of $25 for those two
seats, and she takes it as cool as if she
was used to such treats every night
in the week. ! do believe she's more
interested in Delancey's contract for
that Newport palace than in getting &
husband.
Like as not responded Mrs. Doyle.
gathering the butter scraps for the
cooking jar. An architects contract
is easily filed, but marriage is uncer-
tain and it's got to stand for most of
us | don't see that there's such
rush about her settling down. She's do
ing we'll Besides, how do you know
that Mr. Shaw wants herr"
Want herr" reared Mr.. Doyle.
Who wouldn't want her? ART she
pretty? Amt she bright and up to the
mark every time? Amt l got money to
leave? And amt she as cool as
cucumber, too the independent MINK"
A week after the Bernhard episode
John Doyle came home fairly brim-
ming over with excitement
What do you think? George has
bought an interest in the store. Had
tidy bit of money laid by when he
came down here, and seeing this was
good opening, bought in. Everybody
around the store is tickled to death.
Say, l invited him round to dinner
Sunday, to celebrate the occasion"
Mrs. Doyle smiled.
That's nice"
Louise likewise smiled placidly-
and passed her plate for another chop.
John Doyle boiled inwardly.
Don't care a rap. This comes of
letting her work among lot of coun-
terjumpers and upstart young brokers.
She don't know real man when she
| sees one
The next night Louise dined with
two young women who lived in true
Bohemian fashion in two rooms with
a bath. She came home animated and
gossipy.
oh, mother" she exclaimed. as she
| folded her new veil with thrifty care.
It's the dearest little den. The par
| Tor couches are their beds at night, and
inside there's place for their gowns.
| And such a cu:e dinner-with a fern
in the middle Of the table, and every
| thing so easy to get-canned soup. fried
chicken and salad and things from the
delicatessen store. and rolls heated in
| the gas oven. and charlotte russo, with
the queerest black coffee and preserved
sweets from India to finish off. No two
dishes alike and each one with his
toryl"
Mrs. Doyle patted the two slender
hands that stole round her neck.
I'VE had a good dinner, too, dearie,
roly-poly pudding with strawberry
Jam"
mot strawberry jam" sighed Louise
Naughty mother, not to wait till a
night w9eE ! was home I've been
thinking thai when Mr. Shaw came
Sunday we might have something out
Of the ordinary, just to celebrate the
occasion" This with q sly look at her
father.
ITO be sure responded Mrs. Doyle
heartily. The poor fellow has boaraed
ever since he came to town No doubt
| he'll enjoy some good home cooking.
Wen have a hne roast of beef with
both kinds Of potatoes, celery and
vegetables, and I'll make some extra
thick mince pies
Louise tapped the table thoughtluily.
q know, mother dear, you're the
best cook in the world, but-dont you
think it would be nice to have some
little extras well-like the girls
lad tonight?'
Bless my soul" remarked Mrs.
Doyle, wiping her glasses anxiously.
when Louise left the room. Whatever
does she want. I'm SURE"
Never mind what she wants. she's
going to nave it, growled Mr. Doyle,
in unconcealed triumph. That's the
first ray Of sense she's shown since
| Georges been coming here. Let her
buy what she wants Tor Sunday"
In fulflment Of this injunction, he
pressed a ten-dollar bill into his daugh-
| ter's hand. bidding her spend il for
! any lilluS Sne l1hcu iOI Inc HiOuleutoun
occasion An when the two young
people had retired to the parlor after
dinner IN Sunday, and ne was ex-
uberantly wiping the dishes for his
wife, he remarked:
well, Minerva, that dinner'n do
one of two things for George Shaw.
u either Kill aim or make him pro-
pose"
q declare, John Doyle, believe
you've gone daft on the subject OF
marrying off Louise. But / must say
that 90 feel a bit squeamish myself
after these iced oysters
The next morning after breakfast
Louise fingered over the task of tying
ner veil and rebuttoned her gloves ner-
vously. Finally she crossed abruptly
to her mothers side and n Hed one
hand caIessingly on the gray hairs.
Mother. guess you'll have to teach
me how to roast beef your way. George
-" Mr. Doyle started and mis- paper
fell to his knee. George never-never
mentioned the salad, nor the char
| Iotta r1iSee nor ANYTHING I houpht hut