Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-15

eyes well of all the confounded -er-young man,
ring that bell
SAY, how was goin to know beginnn to
~ suspect that this chattv streak OF mine goin
out lucky for but 1t gone too far to
hedge pushes the button, and in comes the butler
"Tupper, says the old man, glarin at hin Shrewd
you know where the top-foor studio IS, don YOU?
"Ye-e-es Sir says Upper. almost chokin over it.
you'll find Mr.. and Mrs Bladen there goes old
Grouchy. Ask them to step down here for moment
Listened sort of mussy from where l s;,. and
wa mt findn the armchair quite conf table Guess
III be loafin along, says |, casual.
"You II stay just where you for the present. says
he, wheelin' himself across the doorway.
"Oh well, if you insist, says |.
He did And for two minutes there | listen the
clock tick and watches the old sports white Whskers
grow bristly Then comes the Bladens He EN-
a parade opposite
anxious. And with that begins to piece out the puzzle
This Uncle Jeff eh, the with the bank account2
&c. he explodes, like openn bottle of root beer
you gone back to your paint daublng, have youo
And you're actually trying to sell Your namhy -pamby
stuff my top floor! Come now, Edith, lets near YOU
squrm out of that
glance she f1ushes up and begins twistn the
yellow silk cord nervous; but nohln in the way OF
not guilty plea to to her. AS for Hubby
he blinks them mild eyes of his couple of times and
then stands there placid with both hands in tn pockets
Of his velvet coat shown no deep emotion a all
Its So isn't it," demands Uncle.
Brooks could do nothing else YOU know. If he taken
studio outside you would have wanted to know where
he And those rooms not in Really,
what else could he do?'
"Aean to tell me he couldn't get along without put
tering around with those fool paints and frushes?7
snorts Uncle Jeff.
Rubbish says the old boy. In the first place, it
isn't work. Might be for woman, maybe but not for
an abe-bodied man. You know my sentiments that
point well enough. In the second place, when asked
YOU two and live with me- there was longer
any need for him to do that sort of thing And you
understood that too
Edith signs and mods her head.
But still he goes with his sissy paint daubing!'
says Uncle.
They're not daubs!" flashes back Edith Brooks
has been doing some perfectly splendid work Every
"Equrnph!" says Uncle Jeff That's what your silly
friends tell YOU But it doesn't matter. l won't have
was crippled and couldn't get around or out OF these
confonded four rooms, that you could fool But
you can't, you And now m going to give YOU and
Brooks your choce,elther he stops painting, out
you both go. Now which will it be-"
why, Sir says Brooks, speakn' up prompt but
pleasant IF that is the way you feel about it, shall
"Eh?" says Uncle Jeff, sq1intin' hard at him: do
you mean it, Want to leave all this for-for the one
mean little room found you in"
Under your conditions, most certainly, Sir, says
Brooks. Il think Edith feels as | do. Don't you,
Editho'
"Ye-ees, of course, says Mrs. Bladen. Then, turn
IN on Uncle Jef "Ony think you are a 1'aea1 nard-
hearted old man, if you my uncle Oh you
don't know how often I've wanted to tell you too,
always prylng into this, asking questions about that,
finding fault forever and snappish and suspicious
\ waspsh grabbed old wretch that S what you are!
Just hate you! SO there.7
JINGLE JEFF winces little at these last abs; but
- he only turns to Brooks and asks quiet, and
suppose those are your sentiments too?"
Edith is a little overweight" says Brooks Its
enough that you re quite agreeable person
to live with. Still, hardly feel that | have
treated YOU Just right in this matter.