Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1909-04-22


food movements"
Raw food?" she repeated blankly.
Its an ideal diet-a return to ma
ture in the practical sense" he ex-
planned hurriedly. She looked genu-
lnely disconnected. After all, he did
not know her very we'll. Perhaps he
did not at all; the idea of square
meal certainly seemed incongruous in
connection with her She looked as
III she got that color as the flowers
get theirs. 1t was embarrassing to be
discussing such things so soon; yet
hang it,
DO you mean raw pork and pea
nuts-and f1sh-worms, for instance?"
she asked with a smile which brought
the queer misplaced little dimple at
the lower corner of her mouth into full
play.
Not exactly" he answered, splash.
ing in the water with his paddle. Its
the principle of cooking that's wrong"
he explained
She blushed. She had overlooked
that
Have you ever tried it," he asked
skeptically, with the amazing audacity
of the meek.
Tried it, she echoed Indignantly
Il don't see how you've found time
while you've been in college," he
said, retreating little.
"One can always find time for what
one likes she retorted Besides,
was brought up to know how to do
things, on principle. My mother has
old-fashoned ideas about such things
And | like it. When my brains tired
there's nothing that soothes it like
making noodles. It's a beautiful ac
complishment And one doesn't have
to think noodle thoughts the while
though noodle thoughts are very in
teresting, for that natter
Il should think they might be- he
commented A deep amusement was
dawning in his eyes.
He was SO lovable in his slow effort
at REIMBURSEMENT that she cried out
suddenly: "Oh, man, mani my pretty
dreams. the kettle simmering, and
and the nice poached eggs-and the
smell of the coffee the smell of COT
fee, now, is really poetical-"
BLESS its heart" said the man with
sudden tenderness. DO you suppose
I'm going to object to your having
what you want to eat, sweetheart?"
For a moment she was speeches..
Then, ooh. as if cared what eat"
she cried, flushed and indignant
The man stared. Il thought that
was what we were talking about" he
said humbly.
One can't explain things to a man,
she said with vehement disgust.
when one has no talent one naturally
dreams of laying it at the feet of the
| man one-loves. I've always yearned
| for somebody to fix for! And to have
set your affections upon a man who
above all that-to have no opportunity
to develop the natural bent of your
| genius
He had been watching her smile OF
deep and hidden import. There are
all sorts of nice little salads you can
make" he said suddenly.
Salads" she repeated, staring.
Yep Raw salads. Bananas and
nuts and apples
How deliciously indigestible, You
don't mean to say that the movement
TO the taste"
He was still watching her under the
brm Of his hat. And all the head
cranks OF my cult say that you must
have flowers and things on the ta
BILE"
She was Frightening perceptibly. q
hadn't thought of that" she cried.
Does that help any," he asked
With great curiosity.
"Ye-es- immensely" she said u
begin to see possibilities that
movement.
My future is fairly rocking witt
possibilities, he announced content
eddy.
When they rounded the head of the
island again, a little later, tiny col
umn OF pale blue smoke became visi
Bile on the right, toward the convent
II was mounting almost straight up
ward against the amber glow of The
late afternoon sky. rhe little vino
had dropped with the sun. apparently
giving up its project OF Turing mortal.
TO it's undiscovered country. Perhap!
it had decided they We're best as they
We're; for they looked singularly con
tent. The girls eyes We're upon th,
column OF smoke What is it, sh,
asked.
The man pointed out the little camp
fire on the yellow sand by the water
edge The figure of a man was bend
ing over it, and a woman in scarle
golf jacket was moving about at
little distance. Two children wer
whooping ioyously in the foreground
The girl stood up in the boat t,
look, in spite of his remonstrance
"ThPy're cooking sllpnel,'" she said