The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-13
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 inventor and danced his little pigeon toed hoedown. Simple as A B e. he went on. tsYou just,te them folks that the price you made 'em was for the room Meals extra 2
 By jinks, I'll pay for the treat!' de- clared Jeff recklessly. esThat lets me add 75 cents a day on each one
 Sam Bludgeon, setting out the snake oil, suddenly chuckled. Two bits a meal, he scorned ssHere, I'll give you New York bill of fare. I brought 1t home from Broadway last trip 2 and from his safe he produced gaudIly. printed souvenir menu of one of the lobster square cafes.
 Jeff opened that awe inspiring pulpit cation and studied it with gasps. Great Jehoshaphat!'' he exclaimed Ham and eggs, 80 cents. How much ham and eggs is that?.'
 For one person. explained Sam with quiet pride. "One slice of ham the size and thickness of theater ticket and two regular eggs. Bread 0nd butter free, but toast and potatoes and jam and griddIecakes all extra and from two to four bits apiece
 ssGosh a a'mightyl r breathed Jeff. Say, dassent do it, ask lem these prices. Besides, ain't got hardly any of the stuff that's on this bill.
 sTelI lem you're out advised Sam. That's what they do in New York Wait; I'll fix you.''
 Seizing flower postal card from his stationery case, he pasted 1t on the outside of the big folder over the name of the restaurant
 Now take my rubber stamp outfit
 
 While Wallingford slept the middle weight Miss Purty, who was now in a pink gingham hobble skirt which al lowed her to sag wherever she felt like it, presented that astounding menu to Biacde and simpered while the hand some stranger studied it with gasping incredulity!
 This is an unexpected treat, 2 he as sured the. ample young lady, looking up at her and smiling with 3 friendly wish to share the joke with some one.
 Miss Purty shyly averted her bulg, ing blue eyes and giggled
 ssI think I'll have some puree St: Germaine. some''-
 stWhere?'' 2 asked the girl, looking 1 hastily over his shoulder | item sPuree St. Germaine. 75 cents for two persons or 50 cents for one. fl this were a real card, and [ may say, lady By the way, what is your Nname7 7''
 ssMushew anka,s she told him and put one hand behind her head and gig gIed.
 sMush'- he gasped and stopped.
 stewanka, she finished for him, holding the pose. ssIfs an Indian name Nav got it from the picture of beau tifuI Indian princess on the label of 1 Swanker's Root and Bark Bitters, but we don't use that medicine any more since the Ladies Constant Adviser exI posed it. It's the prettiest name in the county, everybody says
 its considerable name,' 7 admitted Blackie musical. rhythmical and mysticaI-but what do they call you when you're not all dolled up I know Don't tell me guess it. Mushyis Presently a smaller edition of the bulgingly coy Mushewanka came in with her one braid of hair ornamented by huge plaid bow and the four tor shoe buttons open. for self explanatory reasons .'Mush has got the gfggles and can't come back explained the youngest hope of the house of Purty studying BlacIie with so frankly in. terested directness of gaze that he al most bIushed. Whats the rest o1 l your order? ?''
 stOh, yes, the rest of my order , unused BIackie wonderingly First of all, do get the puree St. Germaine ?"
 1Sure as siaootin'.' 7 she contemptuous- l ly assured him. "It's only pea soup Nasturtium that's my oldest sister E l. Adviser Cook Book What elSe?''
 .AThus being so,' murmured Blackie consulting the card with fresh hope .twe'n try if we may have nice, plain l fried spring chicken, country style with some ordinary French fried pota toes, some stewed beans, a little salad of some convenient sort and demi l tasse. l .Denitasseg" she repeated s'But I where?''
 ..Here.'' he politely informed her placing his forehnger on the spot.
 s'Oh,'' she observed, and went away bIankly.
 She came back a few minutes later still distressed.
 .I found out about that demitasse,' ? she assured him. e.But is this the chicken you meant?'' And she pointed to the appalling line, tsNfilk Fed Spring Chicken, Fried Country Style, $2.5o.,
 That's it," he agreed, looking as much puzzled as she did. He saw nc French to confuse the intellect.
 "Oh,'' returned the girl. ssWeII. Mir I Daw, Isl have to tell you something We ain't got any milk fed chickens We're-we're out"
 .Ten you the truth, don't believe there are any in the worId,'' replied BIackie cheerfully. and, as matter ol q fact. prefer regular chicken any how.