Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-12-12

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any first night hit. fM|
After one glance up to Suhs'
who it is. Attison
drops his chin again.
without favorin
with single remark. 1t want what you might
call boisterous welcome.
here to indulge in merry monologue! Say, Mr..
Attson, | don't know what your particle crouch
is and blamed if l care boot; but this is Christmas
Eve and L m prepared to overlook lott!
II beg pardon, says he, rousin' up, ''but-but |
have just had severe blow. "A dreadful thing
has happened. Mr.. McCabe." Then l notices the
sheet of notepaper he's holdin limp in his hand.
WHAT says |. The cook amt handed in her
resignation has she,''
He signs and shakes his head Tits per-
sonal matter Mr.. McCabe" says he something |
cannot talk about II Oh / must tell some
one! It's about Mrs. Allison. Shes-she has
gone!'
No. no' he groans. putin his hands up to his
face and rockin back and forth. She has-has
left me for-foreverl'
'Whe-e-ew!" says l. That is some of JOLT
amt it =:
7 EXPECT there was other words that might have
fitted the case better: but couldn think of en-
And it's such surprise, too! Why, whenever I've
seen the Attisons together anywhere it's been
nothin' but swappin Ioh, deary darling" and
behind EN- clear up from the station, watchin' EN-
swing hands all the way and go to Romeo cinch
the minute they got inside their gate
We don't heave the breakfast crockery at each other
or chuck the sarcastic harpoon across the dinner
table; but don't feel called on to give any mushy
exhibitions in public. That's been the Attisons
speciality though; this sudden bulletin about
clean break-away leaves up in the air.
Course, my first thought is that he amt such
heavy loser after all; but something seemed to tell
that wouldn't be such soothn reflection to put
out just then. And yet, somehow, | couldn't get
wildly sympathetic don't know how Id behave
if such a proposition batted up to me; but it
don't strike me I'd sit very long with my head in
my hands, lettin out the groans. Either I'd want
to celebrate the event proper, or else I'd feel like
rushin out and qual1fy1n some one tor the accident
ward. But Allison he acts just soft he looks.
and the best l do is give him openn to
hearse the details of the tragedy.
Is it one of them thrlin', redheditary, Robert
Chambers souse Scandals says l, or just
casual family riot?
IL don't know says he We have been
drifting apart for months. Our interests
longer common ones. She is very intellectual, you
know"
You don't say' says I. Il never would have
er-that is, she's highbrow, Ell:
She has gone from thing to another he
trails on AT first it was New Thought then The
osophy then Buddhism but she's been worse than
ever since she became one OF the Souls OF Light.
Souls of Light" says |. That's new one on
me. Branch OF the Edison General Electr,ct
My guess want among the aso-rans- Accordin
to Allison this collection of free and fancy
thinkers that had the Sunrise Club looking like
Mothers Congress- The things them Souls of Light
ers didn't believe in left the Ten Commandments
full of holes as Swiss cheese, and what they did
believe would have raised blush on brass monkey.
Seems that Mrs Allison had got in with
nutty female that had towed her into this aggre
CATION of freaks and the first thing Attison knew she
was handin him views on matrimonial slavery
that gave him chills down the spine Being plain,
everyday sort of chap with most of his ideas mixed
up with the bondin business, she had Allison out
on a top branch.
We'll" says l. kind of uneasy that l couldn't
feel any worse about it, women will give you the
double cross that way and then; but maybe
Won think And that