The Caucasian., 1909-07-18

pies FACE, Is 1T ?" SAID MRS. NJ cAsKEY.
Lawson were growing milder. Hand
organs, fountains and penuchle were
playing everywhere.
The windows of Mrs. Murphy's
boarding house were open. A group
Of boarders were seated on the high
stoop upon round, fat mats like Ger
man pancakes.
In one of the second floor front win
dows Mrs. McCaskey awaited her hus
band Supper was cooling on the
table. It's heat went into Mrs. Nc
Caskey.
At 9 Mr.. McCaskey came. He ear
ried his coat on his arm and his pipe
in his teeth, and he apologized. for dis
turbfng the boarders on the steps as
he selected spots Of stone between
them on which to set his size 8. width
d.
AS he opened the door of his room
he received a surprise. Instead of the
usual stove lid or potato masher fos
him to dodge came only words.
MI. MCSdShty ICChOhSu lutL Lie bS
nign May moon had softened the
breast of his spouse.
81 heard ye,' came the oral substJ
tutes for kitchenware. "Ye can apol
1ygize to riffraff of the streets foI
settin' yer unbandy feet on the tails
cf their frocks, but ye'd walk on the
! neck of yer wife the length of Q
cIothesline without so much as Kiss
| me fut. and I'm sure its that long
from rubberin' out the windy for ye
and the yictuals cold such as there's
money to buy after drinkin' up vel
wages at Galleghers every Saturday
| evenin'. and rthe gas man here twice
| today for his
Woman" said Mr.. McCaskey, dash
| ing his coat and hat upon a chair, ''ths
| noise of We is an insult to me appetite
When We run down politeness ye talIt
/ the mortar from between the bricks o1
| the foundations of society. ''Tis NJ
more than exercisin' the acrimony o1
a gentleman when We ask the dissent
of ladies blockin' the way for steppin
between them Will ye bring the pig's
face of ye out Of the windy and see tt
the feod?'
Mrs. McCaskey arose heavily and
went to the stove. There was some
thing In her manner that warned Mr.
McCasl2ey. When the corners of hel
mouth went down suddenly like &
barometer it usually foretold fall o.
4 nv.f.o1ya,sxy ord sfsuuvorn
Pigs face. is ft?" said Mrs. Nc
Caskey and hurled a stewpan full OF
bacon and turnips at her lord.
Mr. McCaskey was no novice at rep
artee. He knew what should follow
the entree On the table was roas
sirle.n of pork garnished with sham
rocks. He retorted with this and drew
/ the appropriate return Of a bread pud
ding in an eartaaen dish. 4 hunk OF
| Swiss cheese accurately thrown By
her husband struck Mrs McCaskey be
low one eye. When she replied witt
a well aimed coffeepot full of a hot
| black, semifragrant liquid the battle
| according to courses, should have end
ed.
But Mr.. McCaskey was no fifty cent
/ table d'hoter. Let cheap bohemians
consider coffee the end if they would.
Let them make that faux pas. He
was foxier STILL Finger bowls We're
not beyond the compass of his expert
ence. They were not to be had in the
Pension Murphy. but their equivalent
was at hand Triumphantly he sent
the graniteware wash basin at the
head of his matrimonial adversary.
Mrs McCaskey lodged in time. She
reached for a flatiron with which. as
sort of cordial. she hoped to bring
/ the gastronomical duel to close. But
loud. wailing scream downstairs
! caused both her and Mr.. McCaskey to
pause In a sort of Involuntary armis-
tice.
| On the sidewalk at the corner of the
house Policemen Cleary was standing.