Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-05

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She'll stay to dinner, then.
At that Sis looks at Skid and Skid he
looks at Sis. There was some real worry ex-
changed in them looks too; but young Mrs.
Mallory amt one to be stumped as easy as
that.
"Oh, goody!" says she, clappin' her hands.
But, Mother, what is it you do to make
dumplings puff out after you've dropped
them in the lamb stew"
"Dumplings! Lamb stew" says Mother.
"Gracious Don't ask me, child. l haven't
made any for years. Doesn't your cook
know
"She doesn't" says Sis. II am the cook,
Mother
|WELL, that was only the beginning of
w the revelations; for while Sis and
Mother was strugglin' with the receipt book,
the Senator was maxim tour of inspection
around the apartment. 1t didn't take him
so long, either.
"Ahem!" says he to Mallory. Every
coy, indeed; but-er-not exactly spa
ciOuS."
-Four rooms and BATH" says Mallory.
Was-er-that the bathtub in there?"
says the Senator, jerkin' his thumb at the
bathroom door. Il fancied it might beer
"a pudding dish. Might 1 inquire what
rent you pay for-er-all this?"
Forty month, SIR says Mallory.
"Ah! Economy, see. Good way to be-
gin," says he. And if it is not too personal
question, your present salary IS
I'm getting twenty-five a week. says
Skid, lookin' him straight between the eyes.
Then you have a private income, pre-
sume?" says the Senator.
| WELL" says Mallory, my aunt in Bos-
ton sends me fifty dollars every Christmas
and advises me to invest my savings in Gov
eminent bonds"
At that the Senator drops into chair and
whistles. "But-but how do you expect"
he goes on, "to-to- Pardon me, but | am
getting interested. 1 should like to know
what was your exact financial standing
when you had the -er-when you mar
ried my daughter"
He gets it, down to the last nickel Skid
begins with what he had in the bank when
they starts for Atlantic City, shows the
hole that trip made in his funds, produces
the receipts for furniture, and announces
that, after punglin' up a month S rent, there's
something over seven dollars left in the
| treasury.
HUH" grunts the Senator. Hence the
lamb stew, eh? don't wonder! So you and
Sis have undertaken to live in forty-dollar
apartment on a twenty-hve-dollar salary,
have your"
That's what it looks like, sir, says NAL
lory.
"And who is the financial genius that is to
manage this enterprise?' says he.
why" says Skid, Mrs. Mallory, I sup
pose. We have agreed that she should"
isis, eh?" says the Senator, smilin' kind
of grim. "Well, you have my best wishes
for your success"
| Skid he fushes some behind the ears; but
he only bows and says he's much obliged.
You couldn't blame him for feelin' cut up,
either; for it's all clear how the Senator has
doped out an appeal for help within thirty
days, and is willin' to wait for the call. I'm
no shark on the cost of Twin myself; but
even l could figure out deficit. There's
call to dinner just then, though, and we all
gathers round the stew.
| A NYWAY, it was meant for lamb stew.
The potatoes was some hard, the gravy
was so thin you'd thought it had been put in
from the tea kettle as an afterthought, and
the dumplin's hadn't the putin out charm
worked on 'em for cent. But the sliced
carrots was kind of tasty and went all right
with the bakers bread if you left off the
bargain butter. Sis she tried to laugh at it
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