Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1907-02-14

fried oysters. and every thing else With
fins-and you dream of your grand
mother all night No. thank you. What's
more, 1 don't intend to stay another
minute in this blasted place if l g.
/ hungry till bedtime. It's colder than
| Greenland"
! That is always the way with a man
He hasn't the artistic instinct and
never viii conceal his feelings for the
sake of sentiment.
/ We began to stroll toward the en-
trance when shrill voice from behind
US was heard calling us by name.
Tom stopped Listen, Who's thatr
| he exclaimed. l gave one glance. Then
said in rapid undertone:
It's cousin Ella barrett. For PHYS
sake, come on, and pretend we don't
see her"
| Ii was too late. Even as l spoke
little. nervous woman with a narrow
forehead and pale blue eyes came up
TO US painting, but beaming with delight
and surprise. She shook hands with
Tom and kissed me on the cheek, in.
{ terspersing these little attentions with
a running commentary on our looks
and the joy she had at seeing US.
well. this is fortunate. Now you're
coming over to take supper with me.
It's no use declining. for l shall con
slider il a slight when you are so neal
If you go without visiting you old cou
sim
we were just about to start for
home" Tom looked uncomfortable. 81
have an engagement this evening"" he
added feebly. Cousin Ella paid no heed
to this wicked lie.
She was chattering to me. It's so
long since I've seen YOU. Are you just
as happy as you expected to be? Hey?
She patted me on the arm and gave
Tom an arch glance. He looked sheep
ish. and drew out his watch to cover
his confusion.
I'VE must be going" he said shortly.
"Oh, yes" Cousin Ella took my arm
and started in a direction that at right
angles from the one We had been TAX
ing.
ITS only little walk she explain
cd. The doctors advocate walking for
ones health, and I think they are
right
Tom claims to this day that we walk
ed three miles along the beach to get
| to Cousin Elias. To be strictly truth
| full. however. | will not put it al any
more than one.
Cousin Elias house was a queer lit
tie cottage in dingy reds and yellows-
| The sun had almost set, and the dark
hanging curtains at the windows Of the
room into which we were ushered gave
a sombre and forbidding look to the
place which chilled me.
Now if you'll just set down a few
minutes and make yOurselfs comfort
able I'll go and get supper on the Ia
BILE" She smiled and disappeared.
! leaving US to our own gloomy refiec-
tions. And they We're decidedly gloomy.
j Tom began to pace the room Tapping
his arms about to keep warm.
eve had to come some time?" /
broke the silence apologetically.
oh yes. and today is a very good
time" The sarcasm in his voice was
terrible. Presently he paused in his
restless walk and took up book from
the table. Il was one of Marie Corllfs
novels. He stood at the window and
read while l sat in a creaking rocking
chair and rocked. The silence was I'M
broken.
After fifteen minutes Of this Tom
consulted his watch It had grown
quite dark.
What time is it? I timidly inquired.
Quarter Of seven
l laughed Il was the only thing to
do. In a moment we We're both shaking
with merriment and fatigue.
Heavens. Bess! Don't you smell
fish," Tom stopped laughing and sniff
ed. Sure enough q faint scent as of
| fried lobster was waited through
from an adjoining room.
This is too much. Isn't there any
way for US to escape, quietly withdraw
or something?" Toms hand was on
the latch Of the door. For q minute a
wild idea Of flight also took possession
of me. but the next moment l recover
ed my self control.
NO. Tommy. she'd see you. Besides
she'd never Forgive US. She has iOng5d
to see more Of YOU and We are really
giving her pleasure"
Il wish it was mUtucl," said Tom,
fervently.
At exactly o'clock came the well
come summons to supper. l was hun
CRY enough TO eat anything. but Toms
whitening glance at the Objectionable
lobster might have spoiled it where 1t
stood. II that had been possible. He
would only eat a baked potato. and
| Cousin Ella was much concerned about
his health. Did he suffer from indi-
gestion? II so, had he tried dyspep-
/ STA tablets? She told of friend, a
clergyman. who had been completely
cured of a very dreadful form Of dyp-
/ spepsia by these same little tablets.
At this Tom began making fun OF all
patent medicines. with Wholesale bitter
condemnation Of the whole list He even
! gave 4 side hit at the more popular
systems Of physical culture with a sat-
ricaI reference in passing TO vegetar
I ianism and other food fads. These
were Cousin Elias pet theories, and her
I face grew longer and longer as he
went on. After supper she did not urge
US TO stay. She gave me a phamphlet
called The Fat Of the Land and told
me in confidence. out Of Toms hearing.
Z that she thought he would find himself
mistaken. She also asked me if l was
really happy-in plying kind Of way.
II was a subdued couple that sat IN
the electric car some minutes later
! speeding homeward. was too tired
and cold 10 laugh. About half way
/ home it began 20 drizzle-an easterly
! storm which had come to stay. On the
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