Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-10-08

tons as to strolling into his new home in
the neighborhood of pm: He had got half
way down the steps his way to the Of
fee when he hurriedly turned about and
re-entered the boarding house. by the
way" he said to his wife, lust jot down
on a piece of paper the address of my new
home, will you. please? 1 clean forgot to
ask you the street number, and it would
be mighty inconvenient sending out a gen.
eral alarm for you this evening, wouldn' t
it?'
They laughed over the fun contained in
the idea of a man not knowing the address
of a new home he was on the point of TAX
ing possession of, and then he went to his
office.
The man arrived at the fiat house prompt
ly at 1. He glanced up at the third-floor
windows, his wife having informed him that
their fiat was the third floor, but no
light streamed from the windows. She S
probably in the back part of the fiat" said
the man to himself" And then he rang
the janitor's bell in order to find out which
of the array of electric buttons in the vesti-
bule communicated with his fiat. The jan
itor touched the button for him, and after
pause the short clicks came that an
| nounced to the man the fact that his wife
was really present in the fiat, despite the
darkness of the windows thereof He
found the door leading into his fat locked,
and so he knocked. He heard footsteps as
Of some one cautiously feeling the way
within, and then voice.
rs that you. Jack?'' inquired his wife
from within.
Yep he replied. "Lemme into my lit
tie Aladdin's palace"
She opened the door, but the darkness
vas so intense that he could barely see her.
When he reached out for and bestowed
upon her the usual salutation he found
that her face was wet with tears.
What's the matter?' he inquired, myst-
hedly. What are you sitting here in the
dark for? Why don't you light the gas?'
"J-J-Jack" she sobbed. Il f-f-forgot to
ego to the gas office and m-m-make the
Il n NnSit and lent apV pa
and won't bible until Monday. They've
G g-got to have a deposit, you know"
Huh! that's bully. isn't it?' said the
man, comfortingly. We'll. | suppose Wen
have to get along with candles until Mon
day, then. eh?"
"Y-y-yes. they'd d-d-do for light" she
sobbed, dabbing at her eyes with little
wad of a handkerchief. "b-b-but how am L
a g-g-gas range, and l d-d-did expect to
have such a l-l-lovely little dinner for
y-y-you when you g-g-got homer
Not So Much Fun.
ooh. we'll" said the man. making dreary
effort to be cheerful. "cut out the weeps,
anyhow: there's a good girl. We can go
out and eat. can't We? I'm going to run
around to a grocery and buy a stack OF
candles. SOS l can see how you're fixe1
here. anyway" he added. and he was Off
with a rush. When he returned with the
candles he found that she had dried her
eyes. but she was still far from hilarious.
He struck a match to light few of the
candles. and while he was doing so she
said:
II do hope you won't think the rooms are
toe small"
He held a couple of candles above his
head so as to get view of the tiny rooms
running straight through.
Looks like a sort of combination smoker,
| baggage and milk car. don't it?' he COM
| mented brutally.
She relapsed. consequently, into another
| cascade of tears. He took her to his bosom
| and squared himself and then he picked
| up the candles and looked around Bunched
| III the middle of each room was the obvi-
| ously new furniture thereof, but the floors
were bare
by the way" said the man, 'I thought
| the furniture folks were going to put down
| the carpets today?"
'They didn't come" she replied, dabbing
| away at her swollen eyes.
''Huh!' said the man. Didn't they put
| up the bed. either?"
No" she replied, hopelessly, ''the man
| said they never put up beds for folks. Folks
| have to do that themselves. he said"
| 'Oh. that's 1t. is it?' said the man, crop
| ing his way about. Then he pulled off his
| coat and put up the brass-and-whfte bed in
| the Sx10 bed room. After he had spread
| the mattress over the bed he said: "Well.
| We'll turn in early tonight, and you might
| as well make up the bed, chr
4 can't. she said. YEARLY. II haven't