The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1904-03-12

per cent clearer As to all this rot
about womans companionship, | tell
Won a well roasted piece OF meat or a
light loaf of bread is a better stimulant
than all the companionship of the best
petticoat going. Look at the table,
beautifully set! Remember the prompt
ness of our meals for the past fort
night She's waiting ON the table today
because the maid is sick. She's never
sick"
The Boy rose, choking with rage.
Understand me, sir" he said as soon
as he could speak clearly, chat from
now on
"Did you ring, sir?' demanded a
sweet, familiar voice.
The Boy whirled around to be con-
fronted by slim, demure vision in cap
and apron. The vision ignored him
completely, her eyes being fixed re-
spectfully on Uncle James.
Ibid you ring, sir?" she repeated. 81
was sure / heard the bell"
mo, Mary, didn't ring" said her
employer complacently. But since
you are here you may fill my glass
again with water"
Mary complied The Boy, standing
dumbly by his chair, watched her
slender, steady fingers as she served
his uncle.
When the girl disappeared Uncle
James demanded triumphantly:
isn't she neat and pretty"
The Boy attacked his dinner with an
appetite which he had failed to show
before.
"She's neat enough" he said coolly.
"With your permission I'll help her
clean up the dishes after dinner and
see what think of her."
A few minutes later Helen Wander
veer and the Boy faced each other in
Uncle James kitchen, with sink full
of dirty dishes between them.
The Boy, coat off and sleeves rolled
up, was turning the hot water on with
one hand and fiourishing dish mop
in the other
What in the wide world ever made
you think of such a gloriously foxy
move as this?" he demanded.
why" confessed Miss Vanderveer,
laughing and yet blushing a little, 81
owe it all to sharp tongued old wo-
man on Hester street. Some Of us were
down there Summing, and 1 carried
an armful of flowers. 1 offered her a
rose, and what do you think she did
with it?'
Wore 1t next her heart forever
more" said the Boy promptly.
mot she. She threw it In the dirty
CRATE and with arms akimbo delivered
an address. I've hearn about you rich
folks quoth she; how you come nosin'
round poor folks rooms, putin your
selves up that you are teachin' us some
thin. Teach, indeedI When you know
enough to fill a workman's pail with a
decent dinner, then I'll hear to your
flower missions an your religions
1--WE got out Of there promptly. The
others said they were simply paralyzed
by her impudence, but her words stuck
in my head. l determined to show that
old woman something, and 1 did. Aft
erward. when l found from you that
your uncle was an economical gourmet,
saw reason to bless my secret lessons
at the cooking school. l am supposed
she added, laughing, ito be with the
De Peysters in Philadelphia"
The Boy dropped the dish mop and
folded her in an ecstatic embrace, from
which they were finally aroused by a
sharp voice at the pantry door:
Turn off that water, will your'
The Boy leaped to the faucet, for the
forgotten dishwater in the sink was
pouring over the edge. suffering
greasily everywhere. But the gourmet
apparently did not mind.
You seem to have come to a good
understanding" he said dryly.