Waterbury Democrat., 1902-01-25
A SWIFT RETRIBUTIoN.

The pretty young woman soL upme about p. m. from her shopping ex- petition. She slipped on a kimona, wrote a letter or so, and then she be- gan to feel a bit hungry. She had quite forgotten about luncheon. Hcs mother was out paying some calls, and it was the servants afternoon off. The young woman put a finger t. her lip, wondering what little dainty she would fix up for luncheon. Susi- denly sort of wolfish light appeared and. tapped her forehead:
 s.No," she murmured to herself, ssI've no p;ace to go tonight. l shah spend the evening at home reading my novel and playing papa's favorite pieces. This is my chance-and how do love them. me oh my!"
 She went down the basement stairs almost guiltily. Her manner was that of young woman about to do soma thing sneaky, understand. At the bot tom of the stairs she heSitated
 'No," she murmured again, there's no possibility of anyone coming to take me out tonight. Harry is,'' etc, etc. The rest of the murmur was not dis tinguishable, and 1t doesn't matter anyhow
 She went to the kitchen cupboard and dragged out a peach basket filled to the brim with fine sturdy-lookins Bermuda onions-big, juicy ones. ''Um, what a chance.' breathed the young woman, smacking her lips.
 She peeled two Of the big onions and sliced them into q saucer, regarding them greedily as she did so. Then she went into the dining room and got the vinegar cruet and the salt and pepper, and she yinegared and salted and peppered that heaping dishful ue i sliced onions to her taste. Then she got out fresh loaf of bread and the butter, and spread her luncheon out 1 on the kitchen table.
 l Then she sat down on kitchen chair before the reflection.
 Then she did not do one single, soli- ! tary thing to those sliced onions and ] that bread and butter.
 ''Um, mercy on us, but ain't they nice, thought" she murmured, almost every time she stabbed into the onion dish with her fork. And haven't | been longing for them, too! I'd just rather sit here in the Kitchen and eat sliced onions with vinegar and bread and butter than sit down to any fo. mai old luncheon anywhere.v'
 Then she gormandized, pondering Gil how good the onions tasted, and mak- ing up her mind that she intended to have them for her luncheon every fu- ture day on which she knew she was not going out in the evening Thus rehecting she peeled and sliced th i, 1 third large onion and ate 1t delight l edly.
 ! She had just conveyed the last scrap or the nnal onion to her facial orid .e when the front door bell rang.
 "Oh, fudge" said the young woman, as she rushed up the stairs to answer the bell, thinking the ringer would probably prove to be a peddler or d canvasser or something similar
 But the ringer of the bell was tl.e young Woman's chummiest and init mate girl chum.
 "oh, Elviras" gasped the young wo mans chummfest and intimatest girl chum' bursting breathlessly into the nal. I'm just tickled foolish that we round you at home Jim, my ' New York brother, came down unex pecredly- last night, and he's got a box Tor the theater tonight, and a lot O. the incest boys are coming, and you
 must come, and what are you going to wearT'
 Then Elvira tottered to the sitting room couch and buried her face TIT ner pllioWs. She didn't join the box party Dut. she will never miss another po4 party on account of onions. S ia mas taken the pledge against then --A-siy ana Washington Star.