The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1902-10-31

the grocery store. He bought better
brand Of cigars, too and proffered
them at more frequent intervals.
But when Louise imperturbably an
nounced that Mr.. Shaw had invited
her to see Bernhardt in 'L'Aiglon" and
followed up the information with the
prosaic observation that her rainy day
skirt needed a new binding the walls
of Mr.. Doyle's wrath were again un-
corked. AS the door closed on her re-
treating form he 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 in
terested in Delancey's contract for that
Newport palace than in getting a hus-
bandr
Like as not" responded Mrs. Doyle,
gathering the butter scraps for the
cooking jar. "An architects contract
is easily filled, but marriage Is uncer-
tain, and it's got to stand for most of
u.s. 1 don't see that there's such rush
about her settling down. She's doing
well. Besides, how do you know that
Mr.. Shaw wants her?
"Wants herY roared Mr.. Doyle. "Who
wouldn't want her? Amt she pretty?
Amt she bright and up to the mark
every time? Amt 1 got money to
leave? And amt she as cool as a Gu
cumber, too, the Independent MINK"
A week after the Bernhardt 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 round
the store is tickled to death. Say, in
yited 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-
ter Jumpers and upstart young bro
hClS. SaC oOA huOW q Icd1 lldu WAGu
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.
ooh, mother" she exclaimed as she
folded her new veil with thrifty care,
"it's the dearest little den! The parlor
couches are their beds at night, and
inside there's place for their gowns.
And such cute dinner, with fern in
the middle of the table, and everything
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 a
historyr
Mrs. Doyle patted the two slender
hands that stole round her neck.
''We had a good dinner, too, dearie-
rolly poly pudding with strawberry
JAM"
''Not strawberry JAM" sighed Louise.
Naughty mother not to wait till a
night when / was home. I've been
thinking that when Mr.. Shaw came
Sunday we might have something out
of the ordinary, just to celebrate the
occasion" This with sly look at her
father.
'To be sure" responded Mrs. Doyle
heartily. "The poor fellow has boarded
ever since he came to town. No doubt
he'll enjoy some good home cooking.
Well have a fine roast of beef, with
both kinds of potatoes, celery and veg
etables, and I'll make some extra thick
mince pies"
Louise tapped the table thoughtfully.
81 know, mother, dear, you're the
best cook in the world, but don't you