Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1913-08-21

from uoWben' and grippNd me Ivy Tia
throat S0AN,d me all over like Il bone
then SHOOK me- until was limp and IN.
resisting | must have NStrNliged my.
self down ~ the pantry. tor when |
became conscious found myself in
company with loaf of bread \ plate
OF butter and a huge Jar ot tam
sat down 10y the Tong table by the
window and slowly prepared to enjoy
myself | cut OF -four slices aud but.
tered them to an eQual thickness and
then more slowly put a long silver
spoon into the Jam even paused 70
admirc IN ludy'S mirror over the table
the effect nt the cascade ~ lace that
tell across my arm and lost itself IN
the blue SAimmrr OF Old Rrur'S master
piece ot ncgliSrc. thru deep down
buried the spoon in the purple sweet
ness had lust lifted IL high in the
air whom out of the lilac scented dark
ot the garden came n laugh
why Molly Molly Mollyr drawled
that miserable man doctor as tie came
ana leaned ON the sill right close to
my elbow. The spoon crashed on the
table, and turned and crashed into
words
You are Crurl crurl, John Moore
and hate you worse than | ever did
before ii that is possible I'm hun
CRY. hungry to death, and now you've
spoiled it all Go away before | wet
this nice crisp bread aud jam with
tears into q muSh IN have to eat with
Il spoon You don't know what Il is to
want something sweet so bad YOU are
willing to steal II FROM yoursclfr
fairly hla2ed my eyes down into his
and moved as far away from him as
the table would let me
Don't | Molly" he asked softly
after looking straight in my eyes Tor n
long minute that made me drop my
head until the blue bow | had tied on
the end OF my long pait almost sot
into the scattered lam Even NJ such
momcnt rs that | felt how clad old
Rene would have been to have given
such n nice man as the doctor a treat
like that blue silk chef d'oeuvrc OF
hers | WAS glad myself
Don't l. pearhcs?' he asked again
IN still softer voice Again | had
that sensation ~ being against some.
thing warm and great anh ronl like
your own mothers breast ana / dnnt
know how | controlled II ruoHgn not
toto
Well have some lam then man
aged to say with littlr muEn a.
turned away and picked up -" silver
spoon
Thank You / win all nt It a9l the
bread and butter too he answered.
IN that detcSt0hh friendly tome uf
voice rs he drew himself M and sat
In the window, Hustle Peaches. IL
you are going to feed me. for I'm raw,
cnous, | haven't had amy supper. You
have, so | don't mind taking It all
away from YOU every bit of It,"
Supper" | shifted ms | spread the
jam on those lovely. lovely slices of
bread aud thick butter that had fixed
for my own self That apple toast
combination tires mo so now that |
forget 1t II | can" As | handed him
turned my head away. He thought Il
was from the expression of that JAM
but II was from his eyes
Slice up the whole loaf. Peaches,
and let's get on n jam jag Come
with me just this once and forget
forget He didn't finish his sentence
ana I'm glad We neither of us said
anything more rs | fed him that whole
loaf found that the bite took Off
of each piece had ready for him
when he finished with the one he had
In hand satisfied me as nothing | had
ever eaten In all my life before had
done. while mt the same time my nib
blcs soOthcd his conscience about rob
bling me.
Ills teeth are big and strong and
white and his jaws work like ma.
chinery. He Is the strongest man |
ever saw, and his gnuntness IL all
muscle What liz that glow n woman
gets from feeding II hungry man whom
she likes with her own hands. and
why should | want to be certain that
he kissed the lace on my sleeve as Il
brushed his face when | reached across
him to catch an inquisitlve rose that
| saw pecplng In the window right
mt us?
To be Continued Next Week