Daily press. [volume] (Newport News, Va.) 1896-current, 1909-03-28


YOU know anything about the raw
food movement"
Raw food,' she repeated biankly.
It's all ideal diet return to IA
,ure in the practical sense" he ex'
planned hurriedly. She looked srnu
inely disconcerted After an he did
not know her very we'll. Perhaps ha
did not at all: the idea "f square
meal certainly seemed inc"nsruuus Id
connection with her She looked as
If sh. got that color a% I'll" flowers
get theirs. II was embarrassing /" he
discussing such things 80 soon. yet
hang it
do you mean raw pork and pea
mats and fish-wOrmS. Iur instance
she asked, with a smil" which brought
the queer. misplaced !rll" dimpi" at
the lower corner OF her mouth int" full
play.
'Not-exactly," he answered. splash
ing in the water with his paddle. t'lt's
the principle OF cooking th,t ) wrong,
he explained.
She blushed. She had overlooked
that
Have YOU ever tried it," he asked
scientifically. with the amazing auda'itr
Of The meek.
Tried it," she echoed Indignantly.
Il don't see how you'v" found tim"
while you've been in college. he
said, re,reating little.
One can always find time for what
one likes" she returted. Besides, |
was brought up to know how to do
things. on principle. My mother has
old.fashiOned ideas about such things.
And | like It, When my brains tired
there's nothing that soo,hss il like
making noodles. It's Il beautiful &C
complishment And one doesn't have
TO think noodle thoughts III" while
though noodle thoughts are very In
tcresting, for that matter
Il should think they might be. he
commented A deep Amusement, VAS
dawning in his eyes.
He was SO lovahle in his slow effort
at rcadjustment that she cried out
VII, ny - '>'
dreams, the kettle simmering. and
and the nice poached eggs and III"
smell of the coffee the smell OF cot
fee. now. is really pOrtical-"
Bless its heart" said the man with
sudden tenderness. DO You supp"s"
I'm going TO object To Your having
what you want 10 eat. sweetheart"
For q moment she was speeches..
Then, oh. as If ! cared what eat
she cried. flushed and indignant.
The man stared j. thought that
was what we were talking about, he
said humbly.
One cant explain things TO man.
she said with vehement disgust
When one has no talent one naturally
dreams Of laying 1t at the feet OF the
man one-loves. I've always yearned
for somebody to fix for. And to have
set your affections upon Il man who's
above all that-to have no opportunity
TO develop the natural bent of your
genius
He had been watching her smile OF
ueep anu lltuucu IHipott. Ah'tV CAV
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 delicionsly indigestibie, You
don't mean to say that the movement
permits of things that are agreeable
TO the taste?"
lie was still watching her under the
brim OF his hat. And all the head
cranks of my emit say that you must
have flowers and things on the ia
BILE"
She was Frightening perceptihIy. Il
hadn't thought Of that" she cried.
Does that help any," he asked.
with great curiosity.
"Yees-immensely," she said. Il
begin to see possibilities-in that
movement"
My future is fairly rocking with
possibilities he announced content
eddy
When they rounded the head of the
island again. little later. q tiny col
umn OF pale blue smoke became visi
bic on the right. toward the convent
n was mounting almost straight M
ward against the amber glow Of the
late afternoon sky. rhe little wind
had dropped with the sun, apparently
giving up its project of Turing mortals
TO its undiscovered country. Perhaps
it had decided they we're best as they
were: for they looked singularly con
tent. The girls eyes were upon the
column OF smoke. What Is it, she
asked.
The man pointed out the little camp
fire on the yellow sand by the waters
edge. The figure Of a man was bend
ing OYER il and q woman in q scarlet