The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-13
copyrisht. 1913. By che Bobbs- Merlin e.
jEORGEs RANDOLPH CFfESTFR-

11lAl1y. Woulu you rdCneF nave spring chicken P
 an immoderate fondness for spring 'chicken,'' he confessed
 .sWell, we got some she hesifated ssbut it's awful late in 'the fan now and they're tough We got some that was matched late in the summer that's just right for fryin'."A
 You have my permission to fry fine late summer. crop, granted Blackie heartily By the way. what's your name ?'s
 Pete, she told him briskIy, and left the room.
 WalIingford was lying with bis eyes closed when dinner time came, but when his puree St. GeFma5ne was brought into the room in a deep yellow bowl with a nick in the rim he sat straight up
 Blackie, taking his dinner at the bed side, slipped of the soup from his own blue bowl and hitched his clair closer Mushy did not appear during the meal, which was served with expedition and dispatch by Pete, short for Patricia, and when Blackie had eaten his i'll or the late summer chicken fried country style, he turned upward to that young lady eyes that were almost fearful with happiness.
 It's lie,s he confded to Walling- ford when Pete had departed wzth the platter of chicken bones and all the other debris.
 TT know it, agreed Wallingford with an oily sigh. Nothing like this ever happened in the country I'm going tO find out which one of those girls fried that chicken and insinuate her name into my will
 sHush.' adnonished Blaekie. ssEhera is more to follow
 The more was a decorative low bowl of dried grasses in various red and brown colors, which was deposited hastily in the center of the white cloth by the promptly vanishing Pete, whose next appearance was with. two plat ters of salad and two clean forks The salad was of celery chopped with apples and nuts, covered with cream mayonnaise and garnished with strips of red peppers. and at last Blackie knew the answer.
 ..The Ladies' Constant Adviser" he guessed. tasting the salad with ap- proval
 Yes, we get everything from thats'' stated Pete sfash1ons and cooking recipes and etiquette and art, but We don't get to practice muck. We hob bled our dresses last spring, but now the hobbies gone out, and the Adviser hasn't published any article on how to unhobble them. Say, we haven't any demitasse cups. Do you care if we HI a regular cup half full ?r
 You may do anything you please and go as far as you likeY granted B1ackie. 'sI,m going to subscribe to 1 the Ladies' Constant Adviser
 Filled and conlforted and soothing himself with 3 cigarette, BlacSie sat watching Nallingford drop into satia- fed slumber. when Jen Purty pIodded sn and sat on the edge of chair.
 Flows the invalid2" he was kind enough to inquire.
 Stuffed and happy repliel Blackie f Iazily offering his host a cigarette. Jeff Purty struggled with a Weighty ] problem. ssYour dinner up to the 1 mark?ss he finally ventured. q don't like to talk about It. it's sac- riIegfous," said BIackie.
 Again painful silence. 1 ssDid you notice the priees?"
 ssNot particularly except that they seemed familiar
 saThen it's so, I guess decided Je1f, with a sigh Your dinner was s5.s5.
 BIackie considered that with the complacency of a perfectly pacihed male animal .sWeII, considering the grub, I wouldn't kick at Forty geeond street, and don't see why should here.s he fairly decided
 Again a silence. Jen Purty cleared his throat
 .I reckon when you pay this kind oe prices you pay as you go." he Anally suggested.
 Now get you,'' declared Blackfe forgivingly We have no luggage, and reluctantly, only because he had l to move, he produced a ten dollar bill
 Jeff Purty took that government ceF- tificate with curious hesitation .By links, I try to be an honest manI7 he finally bTurted. T dassent charge you i that much. It's put up job. Regu- lar meals is 25 cents, but this is some thin special, and all four Of the Woua- en folks has worked like thrashin' time, so I reckon In have to charge | you 50 cents apiece Blackie straightened up with a re- I newed interest in life. ssYYho put up the job?'' he demanded.
 ssWell, Sam Blndgeon give me that menu card He brung it back from the city his last trip
 tsHe did us all a favor, but he didn't mean 1t, stated Blacizie, weighing the matter. He's none too popular here. Is hep
 s.Popufars' protested Jen. 'Vhy, by thunder, ttere'll be fireworks at his. funeral"
 @Has he any money
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