The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-09-05
SHE GOT HER SODA,

from underneath the hall hat rack
this happened in a suburb, where folks
live in houses-and said to him. Lets
go out 'front.'
So they did 1t was very warm and
humid The afterglow in the western
sky had the coppery look that follows
a day of extreme torridity-
See the new moon" she said to
him. Dry looking, isn't it 2"
''Uh-huh,f' he replied, turning his
porch mat over SO as to find the cool
side.
She adjusted her flowing white skirt
with great care and precision
My, even ones clothes feel as If
they d just been taken out of an oven,
she exclaimed, dryly-very dryly:
t-Uh-huh,' said the young man, flick
ing some imaginary dust from one of
his shoes.
A boy passed down the street max
ing a peculiar sort of buzzing sound
through his teeth
Queer how some of these boys can
initiate things. isn't it2'' she said, as
the boys odd music died away on the
humid air "A boy that pushed the
rolling chair we rode in on the
Boardwalk when we were down at
Atlantic City could give a perfect inn
itation with his teeth and IiDs of the
drawing of soda water" and she shot
him crafty glance out of the corner
of her eye
THAT Sc? ?" mildly inquired the young
man, giving his trousers a series OF
tugs at the knees to prevent them
bagging.
crossed the girls face as she drew
her handkerchief through her fingers
A man living in the house next
door began to wet down the front yard
grass
well. the grass is getting cool
drink. isn't it?'' commented the girl
pointedly.
Yep. so see," replied the seeming
ly thick-skulIed youth. trying to form
into kite sticks three toothptcks tnat ne
pulled from his pocket
ssBy the way. when we visited Green
wood Cemetery the other day we saw
an odd thing" said the girl. rather If
reIevantIy after a long pause Among
the peculiar looking monuments was
that over the grave of soda water
manufacturer, a very rich man ne was,
we heard Well his monument looked
for all the world like a soda fountain
They told US that it was made so at
the express wish of the dead soda
water manufacturer He left directions
and plans as how it should be built
in his will
commented the young man. chuck1ng
the toothpicks away impatiently, the
sticks refusing to fashion themselves
properly.
by this time, but he appeared not to
Heat lightning began to flicker in
the West and dark cloud sailed
bullxiIy over the harvest moon: she
called his attention to the cloud
ssWhat a queer chocolate color 1t Is,
isn't it?" she asked him in significant
However. he ducked-
stJTu-iooks vallery-mOre ike
r,iaca a, cheese to me- he replied
I'VE had the doctor in for mamma
Yesterday said the girl after another
considerable hiatus And what 90
Won think the doctor told herr He
said that she didn't drink half enough
fluids. He told her that the more
t1rids folks drink the better it is for
them-not intoxicating fluids, you
know, of course. but-er-weH, Just
fluids"
They're the sure enough clips
these doctors, nowadays. aren't they
the young man asked her idly.
A locust hummed his brief lay IN
one of the front yard trees
what a dog day sound, ism II!
exclaimed the girl, and her voice nao
certain hoarse. nervous breaks in II
1|- this time Makes one think or the
droughts of Egypt and all that
ssYe-eh," he replied, twisting the
nuns ears through his fingers
But she had gone the full distance
and she couldn't stand any more OF IL
She rose. 800 Toe
water she said to him frtgidly. viii
Then he, too. rose up and grinned
Right thirsty. aren't you, Gert?" he
ives I am" she replied. right ike
that. Il am simply perishing OF thirst
ssUh-huh.'' he said genially- All
rigbt come on down to the corner
cbsr1ist,s and I'll stake you to
crock OF. chocolate suds- But say Cert T.
T-as next all the time got
hen the first crack you made. But l
wanted to see what new ones you 49,, 49,
going to frame up. that's all Ina5
9ne ? bout the chocolate colored cloud
- 1880 - worse at that And. besides.
on IN my way out here I stacked up
against couple of beers. ana ++, l
wanted to give EN- enan nc - srF,ie
before tossing any of the missy ma 1T1 olS
Gust in on tor Of 'em. Ready? Wen
come on.,-Washington Post