Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-03-20

few lines OF slumber 'Fraid Mildred
got next to the sudden telescoping or thar
letter l chopped off with such SUDDEN
ness the other evening when Jimmie Git
ann got around She makes a sure
enough fancy crack about IL in the letter
1 got from her today. Asks II my INK
suddenly went dry or something like that
Il forget exactly what. for | had a dick
ems of a headache this morning when her
letter came. Suspicious lot, women.
Hardest thing on earth to fool EN-.
They're just born crafty, that's all FEEL
low thinks he's got some little item or
other all sewed up in a Jute bag, ana
gee! the first thing lie knows his wife
has got the bag ripped open and knows
all about what's inside of 1t. Marvellous
how they dope things out. Can't under
stand it, Wish they'd cut that stun out.
Inconvenience Well, / had another cou-
Pile of rides in Jimmie's car. Isabel is
the name Of that tall cousin OF Jimmie
with the blue black hair and the gazelle
eyes and. say, / guess Isabel doesn
know how TO use those gaZelle eyes or
ANYTHING! Wheel She stakes you TO
two or three peeks out Of those big. mel
low wicks Of hers, and the first thing you
know you're telling her your real name
and mess number. and-Oh. well. that II
be about all, but 1t sure Is wonoerrui
what swellerino cousins Jimmie Gitapp
always seems to have when he needs COM
partnership and such like. 1t seems that
Isabefs fourth cousin by marriage or
something married the half-brother OF
Jimmie's step-uncle-I think that's tho
way il goes, any how-but / never was any
good at doping out these family relation
ships But however it dopes out, why,
Isabel sure Is there with the sQueenly.
oh, the very squeenly. looks. and Ii she
doesn't belong to stake class then l don
know a thing about 1t. not one single,
solitary thing. Well, well. It's muh for
the feathers soon after shutdown on this
mans evening. Yes. and hereafter I'm
going to pass up those home -destroyers
that Jimmie mikes up In a silver shaker
out of everything on the sideboard around
at his house. They're great while they're
coming, of course. After you've got out
side of about four of 'em all you've got TO
do Is to toss your head back and listen
to the little birdie singing on the boush.
But they sure do stack you up good and
hard against Mai. G. l. Dom when you
come 10 the next morning. Gloom Ism
the word for ii. Oh me! Oh, myi
March 16--Well, here's another hiatus
I'm this old jgger of a near-journal. Kind
of punk job, at that. this job OF keep
ing a journal when a fellows wife Is out
Of town visiting with her hayseed rela-
tives. A hull lot ADDING these last cou-
pie days Too long a story to be set
down here, though Mildred's moaning
in her letters because ! don't write her
about nineteen pages of foolscap three
or four times day. DANCED funny, isn't
IT, how a woman expects a man TO be
But I'll have to smoke up and write her
longer ones, I suppose, otherwise
wouldn't be surprised to see her hiking
back this way any old time. and Jimmie
and / have got it all fixed up to take n
little trot over to New York to sort or
look things over In the big town. Jim
mic says he's got relatives sprinkled All
over New York. Wonder if they're all girl
cousins?
March 19-Oh, well. it's all OFF. just
about as expected 1t would belfast the
luck! Jimmie and both got the bumper
inc from our spouses today. Jimmie
found a wire on his desk from his wife
this morning saying that she'd be home
on the 3 o'clock train this afternoon. and
here l find a telegram at home from
Mildred, saying that she'll be getting
home at Q O'Clock tonight. And she's
only been gone thirteen days! Thirteen
always was my hoodoo number, anyhow.
Well. blame it all, aren't women the most
unreasonable, the most exacting-? But
what's the use? Me for a Turkish bath.
quick. to sort of get boiled out and pinked
up some. My little trot over to New
York with Jimmie Is all of. OF course,
drat it. Well. there's one thing, the next
time Mildred starts off on a months visit
10 her Zeke relatives she's going to stay
out the entire month IL this little Mont
morency de Vere's hat is on straight.
don't worry about that-a-way. The idea
of her Looping back here after being away
only thirteen days-oh, fluff, few-ud!