Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-25

at me- and they sort of smoker when get pink IN the
ears. But, say, there's heap of difference between
pcn peaches from an easy chair under the tree and
when you have to shin the garden wall and reach
through the barbed wire ornament on top
Course l amt comparn anythlng-but there's
Aunty. Dear old girl Square brick, and about as
yeldn'; good gold too, but worth more per ounce
than any coined at the mint and as foxy IN the mind as
corporation lawyer arguin before the Rapid Transit
Commission Also IN welcome to Aunty eyeslght
Eugene Debs would be at the Union League Club
just about That amt any idle either some
thing that limited to me casual 1t hrs-hand IN
formation, hot off the bat.
"Boy" says she garin' at me through her gold lorg-
nette like was some kind OF insect specimen do under
stand that you come here to see my niece?'
"Well," says |, "theres you and her-guess
"Humph!' she snorts indignant. "Then l wish you
to know that your visits are most unwelcome Is that
quite clear?'
Il get the outline says T. 4But, you :"
"No qualifications, absolutely none!' says she. Good
afternoon young shall not expect you to return
"Oh well, in that case says |, sidln' off, "why-I-
/ think I'll be goin.'
1t was smear, that's ALL / felt about thick
through as Saratoga chip, and not half crisp. En-
couragin finish for afternoon call that I'd been
bracin myself up to for weeks, want it? And from
all | gather from couple of sketchy notes Wee
gets about the line of advice handed to her So
there was debate For l expect nobody can lay the
law down fiat Wee without strkin few sparks from
them big gray eyes.
But Of course Aunty wins out in the end It's a
cinch with everything her side Anyway, the next
thing knows about their plans is when finds their
names in the san list, bound for the Big Ditch with
my discovery about three hours after the boat has left
But that's last January And expect it's been fine
thing for Vee seem the canal before revises the geog
raphy and dodgn all kinds of grip weather and meetin
lot of new people. And it's worth all that bother
Aunty just anybody forget party more
important than newly, expect that's all right too
But it's Just like folks remember what they're
ordered to forget. Anyway, got bulletins and
then, and fairly well posted to when Aunty
landed back in New York and where she unpacked her
trunks. That helped some but it didn't the barbed
exactly.
And, say was gettn' some anxious see Wee
more. Nearly two weeks she'd been home, and so
much as glimpse of her. I'd doped out all kinds of
lucky breaks seemed to be comm my way either
A ND them here last Sunday after dinner. just haus
= out that church weddin costume I'd collected
once, brushes most of the kinks of my red hair,
my jaw solid, and starts to take sportin chance
On the way up l sketches out a scenario, which runs
something like this:
A maid answers the ring. / ask if Miss Wee is in
The maid goes when the voice of Aunty is heard
in the distance, "What! young gentleman asking for
Verona? No card? Then get his name, Hortense.'
Me to the maid, Messenger from Mr. Westlake, and
would Miss Wee care to take short motor spin. Wait
ing below" Then confab with Aunty, and FIVE
minutes later out comes Wee. Finale: Me and Wee
cmbin to the top of of them Riverside Drive
busses while Aunty dreams that she's with Sappy
Westlake, the chosen one
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