The daily Alaskan., 1917-07-25

may read awhile"
 started to get glass of water.
 "Pass Monty the boiler compound" said Bopp. "He's getting full of lime."
 "Good night, MT. Blainey," said Lu- cils sweetly, to make up for the boors rpdeness.
 held her hand for an instant Good night, Miss Green" Then as l turned to go up the stairs mumbled, Good night, Bopp."
 Good night, Monty" he returned Gee, for your sake I hope we don't have a frost tonight or you are apt to burst"
 l went upstairs and slammed my bedroom door. At last I could be alone with my misery. After got into bed I tried lying on my back, on my side and on my stomach. It was no use; l could not sleep.
 At last I heard the others coming upstairs to bed. wondered if he had kissed her good night in the hall.
 Some one knocked at my door.
 growled, Come in"
 Bopp stuck his head in at the door.
 Excuse me, Monty" he said. 1T saw a light under your door, and, thinking you might be awake, I brought you a book to read"
 He tossed 8 volume on my bed, with drew and shut the door.
 I wondered if had misjudged the man. It certainly was decent of him to bring me . book. picked up the vol tune, read the title and threw 1t at the door he had just closed.
 It was "The White House Cookbook"
 In an Ron or two 1t was daylight once more, and I dressed my emaciat- ed figure with care, inserting precau- tionRry safety pin hither and yon in the folds which were once the waist line of my garments. Early as had risen, Lucille was downstairs almost as soon as I was. We had our tipple standing and at separate times.
 Shall we waken Mir. BoppT" I asked. T should hate to have him miss any of this glorious day."
 ''No," vetoed Lucille, who suspected my motive. ''The beauty of fasting is that 1t relieves one from all the re- strRInt of convention. We are not tied down to meals, to regular rising and retiring. Every one may consult his own convenience in the matter. You choose to arise and glory in nature; he prefers to dream"
 There were sounds of some one stir ring upstairs.
 Frank is up," announced Lucille with relief. I think she knew there was a storm coming and was glad to get the suspense over with.
 Bopp sang as he dressed. never care for 6 person who is cheerful be- fore breakfast. It always seems to me as if the person puts 1t on to irritate others. The melody which Bopp dressed him. self by WAS Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes," and then as an encore ns favored himself with ''The Old Oaken Bucket" and "Suwanee River" After that he was entitled to all that was coming to him.
 He came downstairs smiling and ask ed pleasantly, Have you been out to pump your breakfast yet, MontyT
 When he noticed that Lucille was in the room he made DO further alusions to eating or water. Then he went out Into the kitchen. When he returned his face wore a puzzled expression.
 Do you know where the maid isr be inquired. T thought I'd ask her to make me a cup of coffee"
 "The maid Is taking 8 vacatlon," 1 answered hastily, for fear Lucille would rob me of the pleasure of telling him. "She won't be back for a week"
 ''Ohr He received the blow with open mouth. After a moment he re- covered. "You won't mind, will you, Lucille, if get myself bite?"
 q wouldn't mind in the least" she answered, "but there isn't thing to eat in the house."
 Nothing to eat2"
 "No. That's so we wouldn't be tempted to break our fast"
 I Bauntered casually over to the piano and with one finger picked out "Pm on the Water Wagon Now" Bopp was too stunned to notice 1t much.
 What shall doT' he yelled, with all the rage of regular man deprived of bis breakfast.
 "Why, you'll have to fast, too," said Lucille placidly. Tt will make you