Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1905-12-28
When Sugar
Roce
By EDITH M. DoANE
Copyright. 1905, by c. II. saltelfTe

Don't forget that the matinee is at
2 oiclock-not 2:30. Are you sure you
have your ticketT' queried little Mrs.
Blake anxiously.
i She stood at the top of the porch
steps bidding her husband goodby, and
her eyes Travelled complacently over the
well groomed figure standing. hat In
band, eG the walk below. ''The gray
and black in that suit match your
hair so wellv' she said approyingly.
According to that, | shall soon have
to adopt white fannels," he laughed
lssYes, here is the ticket, Left Center,
IG 4S, Orchestra"
What? Thought kissed you good
lby," as two children rushed pellmell
from the house and threw themselves
Irapturously upon him. Here's another,
then, for good luck. Goodby every
body; see you at 2 O'clock"
Mrs. Blake followed the good looking
figure with wifely approval. Perhaps
be would turn around She half wished
The would Cousin Margaret was so Of
ten on the lookout from her house oppo-
site. But no-he had met Mr.. Peene and
was already talking earnestly as they
rounded the corner. Cousin Margaret's
husband always looked back and wav-
ed his hand all the way down, but then
It was family joke that Cousin Mar
Igaret had him so well trained he dared
not do otherwise. 81 am glad l mar
ried a man!D reflected little Mrs. Blake
| thankfully.
| First to the kitchen for talk with
Kate, then to the two stores for the
Saturday marketing, SO like a lottery
drawing to the average suburbanite.
He had fresh peas and new potatoes
and spring lamb" said Mrs. Blake, re-
turning with the fine triumph of one
who had burned her financial bridge
and bought not wisely, but too well, but
she found Kate unresponsive.
"Niyver an egg sint yit, an me
a-waitin' on 'em since airly marnin' fer
the bakin' Of the cake" she muttered
belligerentIy.
The marketing had consumed a good
part of the morning. It took still lon
| ger to get the grocer on the phone and
placate the belligerent Kate, and Mrs.
Blake had not even begun to dress
when the children emerged from Ell
lens hands fairly radiating cleanliness
In their crisp, white pique that unwill-
! ing concession to "a treat in town.
"Ellen, don't let them get soiled,"
cried Mrs. Blake agonizingly. "See that
they get their luncheon and walk on
slowly to the station. We must make
that next train"
At quarter to u Thomas Blake, jun
Tor partner In the firm of Matthison &
Co., sugar brokers, Wall street, con-
suited his watch, then closed his desk
with a brisk little snap.
81 think I'll go now, Matthison,' he
said, glancing in at the door of the adj
joining room. ''Only fifteen minutes
more. Besides, am due to meet Mrs.
Blake and the kids at the Hippodrome
at O'Clock"
! Mr. Matthison, calm, quiet looking
man, looked up from the letters he was
signing. Might just as well" he re-
piled. Business is as dead as door
nail. We will all get off by H."
MIR. Starbuckle wants to see one of
the firm" interrupted an Office boy la
conically.
Blake nodded and entered the tele-
phone booth. In moment he shot out
of the booth and into his partners Of
fee, clever, alert, transformed by the
whirl Of abundant life that pulsed
| through his veins at the sudden de-
mand upon it.
"Starbuckle has put up the price of
sugar ten points" he announced brief
ly.
Matthison whirled around in his
chair 1.-THE deuce he has!'' he ejacu-
lated
Blake pulled open his desk. "If you
have any outside orders get them
ready" he said, hurriedly selling
memorandum. ''I'll telephone these
down" And he dashed again into the
booth.
| When he came out the Office already
reflected the changed condition Of the
market The telephones were ringing,
clerks busily sorted slips of paper or
hurried from desk to desk, and half
dozen messenger boys tumbled up the
steps and through the door.
'Get 'em all in?' queried Matthison.
"All but two. He baked at that
three car order of Mercer & Swift's.
Have to go down with them, l sup
pose"
go ahead. I'll tend to the tele-
grams
Every sugar broker in Wall street
was on the way to Starbuckle's Office.
That's right, my boy; get 'em all in!'
shouted a jovial fat man with friend