The Washington herald., 1915-02-08
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scent in the air; there were no dimly
lighted candle lamps, no smoking
table with ladies cigarettes" lying
on II.
This is so cheerful and homelike,
Miss Becker" he found himself say
ing after he and his sister had ad-
mired the picture that had won the
academy prize.
''Oh, is it, really" asked Caroline,
earnestly.
1T is. indeed" George repeated
That's been one of my main objects
in the furnishing of il and in all my little
entertainments. I've tried to have the
home atmosphere-the way mother does
at home in Omaha-and. now don't laugh
whenI show you something" She ran
behind a screen and returned with
stone crock in her arms
THE cookie crock" cried Helen
II can hardly believe my eyes" added
George
And real. homemade cookies" e1-
planned Caroline, removing the top OF
the crock. Mother sends them every
week and I always have some"
Each of the guests took a round sugar
covered cookie and ate It as if It were
the best thing they had even tasted.
II wouldn't exchange this cookie for
all the French tarts or ate-dpe- foie-gras
tid-bits in all the studios in New York"
said George Moore more enthusiastically
than his sister had heard him express
himself since he had left home.
They are good" admitted Helen.
It's just that-they remind me OF
home" said Caroline Il dreaded this
studio living so, and yet / knew l must
finish my art studies in New York.
Mother was just sick about letting me
come. but promised her / would live
as nearly like home living as l could and
that l wouldn't get the habit of tenn
perament' as so many girls do. Some
OF our girls came East to study music
or one thing and another and when
they came HONEYWELL. it was terrible
the false, ridiculous attitude they had
acquired as a pose in their profession.
Why. one of our girls came home with
the idea that she must smoke cigarettes
to create the proper atmosphere TO prac-
tice in and she drank black coffee at
all hours so that she could compose
harmonious bits Of music. I'll tell you
she didn't compose much harmony in
her family circle,'
George Moore was laughing heartily
by this time and as he reached for
third cookie his sister frowned upon him.
George Moore! You laugh so loud
and eatsso much, I'm ashamed OF you"
she admonIshed.
Don't be. please. Miss Moore" plead
ed Caroline, putting a friendly hand on
Helen's arm. Its so good to see and
hear him. It's like home-itself."
And after that the guests began to
arrive so that George and his sister could
not monopolize theiE hostess. Helen had
to drag her brother home and as she
usually had to urge him to remain even
a polite length of time she was more
than amused.
THAT is the first real girl I've met
at these tea fights, SIS" he said as they
walked home.
"Yes?" replied Helen. raising her eye
brows. She's very pleasant"
Pleasant! / should thing she was
she's a peachI She's a real genuine girl
and I intend to see much OF her. And
I hope that cookie crock will not grow
empty for intend to make many a raid
on it,"
IL thought this was your last tea
hght.'" suggested his sister.
George laughed. I'll forgive you for
taking me to this one, sis-honest will" |
For you saw the handwriting on the !
wall of Caroline Becker's studio. didn't |
you?" she asked, teasingly.
He nodded. ''I did; did you?''
And apparently the writing was there, |
for the girl with the stone cookie crock |
and the man who did not like studio |
teas went to housekeeping in a real home |
within twelve months from the day Of |
their meeting.
(Copyright I9B)