Evening star., 1913-03-02

with many thoughts not the least of which of Mrs
Quimbvs breakfast. At the door OF the kitchen she
met them, maternal concerned, eager to panper and
to serve lust Magee remembered her that night
that seemed SO long ago. He smiled down INTO her
eyes-and he had an engaging smile, even at fourthr'N
We'll Mrs. Ouimby" he cried, "here is the prodgal
straight from that old husk of inn! And believe me
he pretty anxious to down food that woman,
starter of all the trouble since the world began had
hand in.
Come right in all of you," chrruped Mrs Qurnby.
usherng them into pleasant odor of cookery. axe
off your things and sit down. Breakfasts most ready
My land guess you must be pretty nigh starved To-
death. Oumby told me who cooking for you, and
| saws to Ouimby, What | says hat no account
woman hater messing round at a womans job like
that? | says Heaven pity the people at the Inn.
says. Mr.. Peters may be able to amuse them with
stories of how Cleopatra whled away the quiet Egyptian
evenings, says, and he may be able to throw little
new light on Helen of Troy who would object to having
it thrown if she alive and the lady think her. but
l says, when it to cooking, guess he stands
about where you do Quimby. You see Quinbys
repertory consists of coffee and soup, and sometimes
it's hard to tell which he means for which,
$50 Mr. Peters has taken you IN on the secret OF the
book he is writing against your SEX! remarked Billy
Mage aget ax,ct that Mrs oumbv answered brushing
back wisp of gray hair; but he's discussed 1t IN my
presence ignoring at the time. You see he comes
down here and reads his latest chapters to Qulmby
nights, and I've caught quite lot OF 1t on my way be-
tween the cOokstove and the sink
Il amt no Judge of books, remarked Mrs. Norton
from a comfortable rocking chair, "but I'll bet that
ones the limit" -
"You're right, Ma am" Mrs Quimby told her. Il
amt saving that of it amt real pretty worded
but that Just hide the fasehood underneath. My
and the lies there in that book You don't need to
know much about history to know that Jake Peters has
made it over to fit his argument and that he amt made
it over so we'll but what the old show here and
there and the place where the braid plain as day
light
After ten more minutes of hustle, Mrs Quimby an
nounced that they could sit down, and they not
slow accept the invitation he breakfast she served
owed n
q" want to know where stand judge of character.
On the first night Mrs. Quimby, without tasting
morsel of food cooked by her, said she was the best
cook in the county. -
The professor looked up from his grddlecakes "Why
limit it to the county? he asked. 81 should say you
were too parsmonous in your judgment.
Mrs. Ouimby, detecting in the old man words a
compliment flushed an deeper red as she bent
above the Under the benign influence OF the ood
and the womans CHEEKY personality the spirits OF the
crowd arose. Baldpate Inn in the past, Its doors
locked its keys scattered through the dawn Mrs
Oumbv as she continued to press food upon them,
spoke with interest of the events that had come to pass
at the inn.
Its so seldom anything really happens around here
she said Il Just been hngerng for news OF the strange
gongs on up there. And must say Quinlby am been
none too newsv the subject. | threatened to come
,1p and Join in the proceedings myself especially when
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