Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-18

other good sailor. The only effect the tumble
had to emphasize the hiatus within. Nothing
rolled around there.
The steamer heaved an extra lurch and threw into
my protecting well heshed lady who had assim
lated her matutinal chops rolls and coffee without any
qualms of conscience, or otherwise.
"Oh thank you much! she beamed There's
quite roll on, isn't there?"
OF she meant the roll not the other kind
Yes, indeed" replied. MAY l assist you to a
seat?"
Old middle aged ladies' already preempted past
matrimonial angling have always been my specially.
When they are younger and in the market, my fatal
Difference prohibits me from being bidder
When had seen my new found acquaintance com
fortaby seated under the lee of deCkhouse, she alb
rupty asked me if could give her tip: had almost
replied that it not my fault if couldn't, when she
saved my embarrassment by adding
II have made wager box OF gloves, with my
niece on the days run. What do you Think"
knew as much about the probability of the steam
ers speed although sincerely hoped it would break
all records-as l did about how | going to keep
alive until | reached New York; but | hazarded
guess That my sole piece of good luck 1t earned
for me an introduction to the niece By some strange
uxtapositon of figures named the exact logging of
the vessel for that day, and Aunt was duly,
duly, grateful.
l came upon them snugly tucked away in angle
on deck The niece was symphony in seashel pink,
a day dream of budding wo1nanhood that made me,
for the moment forget my internal troubles.
What braCing air! she remarked, taking deep
breath as l invited to seat beside them. 1t
gives one such appetite, doesn't it?'
ut does indeed replied in hollow tones; at least
/ imagined they must sound hollow.
This reference to the tonic properties of the oceans
started Aunt racing on her pet hobby. She
bug cooking "Do you like canvasback duck?"
she asked, turning to me- and without giving time
for reply, And planked steak with all the vegetable
fxings? l think they perfectly delicious she
paused mpressively, when properly cooked
l the point of interfering that week-old
hunk of Indifferent bread would fill long felt void;
but checked myself in time
From fold of her wrap she brought forth box of
chocolates opened it, and passed the CONNECTIONS to her
niece with the remark Its too bad you never
eat sweetmeats. You don't know what you miss
eyed the chocolates with the hungry glare of wolf
eyes, it is too bad. Maybe sometime We'll know bet
ter Then, as Aunt threatened to fill away on another
cooking tack, banketed her wind by noddng toward
a book in the symphonys lap and asking, What are
you reading?
She took up the book and held it to me- Bread
and Cheese and Kisses. l think it's perfectly lovely.
Would you like to have it?'
Il could eat it up retorted
Aunt stared at in somewhat shocked surprise |
hastily to apologize cover to hide my confusion.
Il beg your pardon humby. Inexcusable of me, in
deed! It's rarely you that so far forget
myself as to break out in slang before ladies'
The neces pretty face dmpled itself into a radiant
smile. "Oh, just love slang Charley talks to
the same he does to the boys at his club You know
he does to her aunt who had lifted her hands in hor
nted disclam. when he does,l want me to bother
him, he tells me to beat it, and know what he
At dinner he says we going to hit the eats. You