The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1917-06-18
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,cooklng1book said. and it, turned out
awful. s~ssw
'4There. there, chickabmdy. don't
trouble! Bob here won't mind, viii
you, Bob, old spoftT' -.
The idiot was patting her back and
stroking her hand. had made pre-.
tense Of being absorbed inla photo
graph Of the ''chickabiddy'. that had
q prominent place on the .mantelshelf.
You know the type Of photo? 1t is
that particular one they all have taken
when they have secured the captive.
1t is not until then that the eager ex-
preston Of the unsatisfied huntress
is replaced by the offensive smirk Of
triumph. s5} ,t ,',ss..#., =
/ suppose 1 said the right thing. I
don't know, She was gushing and bub.
bling in a way that beat Tennyson's
brook into fits. A"Was / sure shouldn't
mind If the dinner wasn't, quite what
It should BET" $50 good Of me to give
up my club for them" ."Afraid must
find livery dull'- land lots more Of
that kind Of poppycock. = szsn -: -.
The dinner showed me that it was
q distinct misfortune to be the first
friend they lad entertained in this
manner. OF the dishes it will be kind
er to say nothing. Jack made dis
NAL attempt to carry the affair of with
| q string of idiotic Jokes, causing his
"chickabiddy wee one" to appeal to
me If l didn't think him silly boy?
In the interludes between the acts
she manufactured bread pellets to
throw at him. He retaliated in like
fashion. The, exhibition, showed me
to what depths Of folly the newly mar
/ ried can sink! ! ..ttGh%;jsth -
With every dish came profuse' apollo.
.gies from the amateur cook. Certainly
these apologies were necessary: Most
of the food was simply UNBEATABLE, and
Isfound the ibiscuitsroand cheese the
most wholesome fare. Y ''f.a;'''
The nauseous repast being over,
We made a move: to the "den" for coffes
and cigarettes - OF course, ,,Mousis
tthisj Was another name nun 1 that, came on,
over dinner) had to light Jacks for
him. She sat on the arm of his
chair, and struck the match on the sole
OF her slipper. Also she had just .
little puff-a puff and a giggle. Also
she asked me If I didn't think her .
naughty girl?" Tut, tuti - ~
She called Jack "Yum-yum;" and
then, evidently forgetful Of my pres
'ence, she commenced to play with his
hair, and once-yes. / was not mis-
taken--she kissed3the top of his head
i had noticed SOME time ago that he
was going ,'prematurely, bald. Nov
I know the cause OF It. His features,
BY, the way. showed the SNUG. self.
satisfied expression Of the man who
receives daily surfeit of kisses and
bP IVY. ~ ,a,9a2tn4 eJi;iNr: q j..
Ii Just as X was. guessing. what the
thoughtful hook son her. infantiieliks
|tfacesmeant, she sa1e me Che cue
! "Ihad asletter from my sister Poppy
yesterday. Mr.. Green" she babbled.
"she was asking after YOU. Don't you
feel, complimentedT'yp ~aansH
|s2rA cold SILVER ran down my spina
but I managed to humble word OF
!$u,n, r"s.itEN% ? 'ntf1sr" ht' seq"
..:'Yeu remember@heree> she persist.
ed, with all a woman's tactlessness in
pursuing subject distasteful to the
person addressed.
"Of course he does" Jack chimed
in, grinning clownishly. Il had my
eye on him at the wedding"
"She's coming to stay with me-
the "chickabiddy" went On: II hope
you'll come over and see Us, then. You
must come on a Sunday to tea
Good heavens! What a request
Tea on Sunday! The day I like
to reserve for a four-ball match on
my favorite course. The creature little
knew what she. was asking!
Having started on Poppy, she found
the theme inexhaustible. Apparent.
", the world did not hold another
treasure like Poppy Poppy was 20
good.tempered. Poppy was such q
cook. Poppy was-oh dear, my brain
reeled with Poppy. ,"'
A fortnight later I found the follow.
Ing note on my breakfast table:
"Dove's Nest, sd January, 1915.
'Dear Mr.. Green: Ny sister Poppy
has arrived and We would be delight.
ed II you would come to tea next Sun
day. Be sure to come early. Yours
Sincerely, Florrie Bell"
Up. s.-Poppy hopes you haven't
forgotten her." > ~
That settled It. I may as well ad-
nit that this note carried more weight
with me than all the recruiting posters
I had ever read. H.
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