Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-05

ing until one calendar, legal month. has
oozed into the void OF eternity" was
the reply she received. Nor anything
else remotely resembling food. No
proteids. fats. or-er-what's the other
food element or factor or constituent?
But 1t makes no difference. Nothing!
Not any-thing!"
But" softly put in tho family, "won't
see me eat?"
essence Of 1t was that q Teller had to be
either a man or a mouse In this world
We didn't feel hungry, anyhow, that
first morning. They talk about choco-
late tablets or candies being able to allay
hunger. Well match Swiss cheese sand
witches, as a hunger-stifer, against all
the chocolate that ever was issued In the
cheese sandwiches partaken Of, especially
along toward midnight, when you're eat
ing EN- in a hurry for fear that your
absence from home after the midhour Of
the night might be noted with surprise.
not to say chagTin. by the spouse
We are not saying that it was not q
trif1e disquteting, SO to put it, to sit by
on that first morning and watch the fami-
lN partake Of her breakfast. But we
stuck. We were on our thirty-day way
OF abstinence, according to the Upton
Sinclair dictum or dogma, and We sure
intended to prove that Teller must be
either a man or a mouse I'm this world
Along toward IL o'clock in the morning.
while we were clubbing away at our work,
still high and lofty Of purpose as to that
food sustaining thing, a man sitting not
far away from where we sat, pulled out
of his desk one of those large, roSe-vein-
ed, shiny, still life picture Oregon apples.
The apple weighed. we should think,
close to one pound avoirdupois. The man
who owned 1t drew out a pocketknife and
proceeded to do things to the apple in full
sight of our eyes. He peeled IL with
great elaboration, removed the core with
the beautiful black seeds incased there
in, deleted the stem, and then sliced the
apple into eighths.
The aroma of that apple filled the room.
1t suggested the fragrance Of the beauti-
full valleys Of the Columbia river up in
Oregon, whence the apple came. There
was the Dalles; there after aaa while was
talline distance, there~was the balsamic
fragrance OF the frs and spruces. there
was
So
The man bit into the flesh Of the first
eighth of the apple. The brute exuded
sounds that had the general tenor of
quite a violent dislike for that man. We
wondered why grown-up man should
be so idiotic as to dredge into an apple
like schoolboy hiding an apple in his
desk, at the unseemly hour of IL in the
morning. Also we wondered why Mr..
Sinclair hadn't declared apples to be no
food at all, but simply q concupiscence
Of the eye, 50 to speak. For one avid
moment we thought Of telegraphing Mr..
Sinclair, asking him to let us know by re-
turn wire II apples were barred in the
betting.
BY the time the regular luncheon hour
came around q sort Of bitter. acidulous
calm had como upon US. We are not
denying that We experienced a distinct
and unmistakable desire to partaka of
food But the reflection that we had In
a way burned our bridges behind US de-
TERED us from yielding to more than the
thought Of such thing. The recollection
of the heroic man or mouse phrase We
had emitted to our family in the morning
was with us. OF course, the imp that has