Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-04-12

CCENE: Dining room of their
- brand new little fiat r-l1
Period: About fortnight II
after their return from the honey
moon. I1
Time: At breakfast :.
being seven minutes behind his ~
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schedule for the scramble to his IN
Office. He frequently consults n NJ n
his watch, which lies the II,
table beside his plate; unheed- III 3
ngly bolts his food while he III N<4!
tries to read the headlines Of MI
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the newspaper, which he has ~ II
propped against the sugar 49,
bowl and the cream Jug She, I3A
wearing a worried, puzzled
expression, makes no pretense
of eating signs audlby at HU%I
short intervals, and hddles ner- W7
vousy with her fork.)
HE lat last noticing one of her
sghs)-Oh l say, my dear! Signing? That
whopper. What's the answer: Anything wrong?
Why certainly l love you just as much ever
Ha, hal beat you to that, didn't presh? (Resumes
reading headlines and guplng coffee, Immediately
forgetting all about her sigh
SHE (sighing again most dismally and toying
clnkly with spoon in her still empty coffee cup
Oh dear! And it's going to be such beautiful
day too! Isn't it?
He (glancing from headlines to timepiece and
holding out his cup for more coffee)--Ye-eh great
fat on DAYS like this. Make calls. Go to
the park Go to the Zoo. Go see that exhibit
of fans and laces at the Art Museum. Go any old
but this coffee's hot!
SHE (elbows table chin in palms, and carefully
retaining from looking at him)-Well, / was think
ing of going to-day. Er-but-
He turning newspaper to sporting page and por
ing intently over baseball score)-But what, hun?
Nothing to keep you in, is there? inktum! but
our team got walloped yesterday-fourteen to two
wonder they wouldnt get some ball players here!
SHE (rnaking bread pills and stacking them in
little rows beside her plate)-You need some fall
ties darling.
He (still submerged in considerations of base
ball)-Do, Ell? You II get em for me, won't you?
Hate to pick 'em myself-you always guy
my neckties By George! hundred to one
shot Yesterday! lust think, ten-dolar note
on that! Wonder if many played it? Spose not
or there wouldn't have been such a price.
SHE cleaning back in chair and staring dreary
at cut glass wedding presents on cute little new
sdeboard) -Pul-lease don't fast, my dear
You'll nure yourself.
He (grinning good naturally, but with no slow
down in velocity of food consumption Cant help
it, babesky-rushed Way behind time! It's me
on the globe to take care of. Gee! guess
that's bad,-saying pretty things at the breakfast
table, eh, presh? You can't complain that I'm
one of those sumping husbands that forget all
about the-er-wel all that stuff, can you, now?
tGlancing at watch again) Vince! eight forty
two! I'm million years behind time! Whoever
made these mullins is genius. Did you make EN-,
that's ALL Wish l had time sit here and eat
about nineteen of EN-! Instantly forgets all about
mullins and everything else when his eye catches
headline story about Sir T. Liptons chal-
lenge for Americas cup)
SHE (stil refrainng from looking at him, but
aminng her fngernaIs if she had
them before)-My! must have my nails attended
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