The Washington times., 1918-10-08
BY Ann Lisle.
cIIAprHn rNr
NHAT'IEsH AAAs
Copyright. 1918, by King Features
Syndicate, Incl


brother mad made IAN impression
1t came over the phone In that
lhroaty little quaver of hers:
"You dear thing. or course, I'll
comet I'm keen for a party with
Won and that beautiful young Greek
god of a brother. Tell him he has
a date to wash the dishes with me
Gfterward.'
1 hung up the receiver and turned
To Evyy's Greek god" His nose
was still reassuringly pug. and
there was a nice, homy sprinklinS
Of freckles on it's bridge. He was
standing by the wallcase behind the
refectory table rearranging books
He had an elaborate air OF being
absorbed in what he was DOING put
it didn't fool sister.
.SWelI. Is she coming?" he asked
"She is. And in a jiffy, she says
So we will now investigate my ice
box. though 1 know there's nothing
in IL but the baked spaghetti and
cold potatoes l meant to warm up
for we-uns," I replied, with sinking
heart. I must break in on Neais
ten dollars, and 1 had so longcd 70
save 1t up for the fast approaching
'rainy-day.'
insisted on turning this day into an
extra sunny one
Brother Provides Lunch
'sBother your ice-chesti We don't
want 10 stop and cook I'm on for
the corner delicatessen, and you
and Miss Evelyn shall see that
brother from the country knows
how to do things as well as city
ryuvs. This is my party, Babbsie-
YOU butt out"
Neal Ieaped into action AMI into
his coat. He dashed out and just
as was placing the last CT my
silver spoons, the gift OF Captain
winston, on my best luncheon set,
the gift of Sheldon Blake, Neal
came dahsing back again; and IN
high glee he began ripping on
twine and brandishing his pur-
chases under my nose
There were lettuce. tomatoes, q
hot roast chicken and enormous
olives. as well as Bermuda potatoes
and corn, and a wonderful chocolate
cream pie.
Meal, you're a generous provtd-
err 1 cried. "Come. laddie, you
shuck the corn while I make the
salad dressing. 4 tablespoonful OF
salt In the water. dear. And extra
water for the coffee-or shall 1
make Il in the percolator?
"Don't need coffee, Babbsie- Look
what ] got" cried my brother, and
he began stripping the wrappings
from a big package-out came halt
a dozen bottle Of amber-colored
beer.
"Oh, Neal. how could you? Envy
Mason viii be disguised at your
taste. And I don't want you to
start drinking. won't have it,"
said angrily.
Neal faced me in equal anger.
His eyes flashed. and cuStingly he
began:
won't you-just? Well. who
gave you the right to tell me-
But a throaty little gush OF
words interrupted US:
Il found the door open, so to
prove how thoroughly at home I
feel, - walked right in! oh-h-h!
How jolly! Who ever thought of
Neal smiled again. Here was
justification-but 1 wished Envy had
not come at this moment. knew
that Neal and I must have this
question out some time.
Envy insisted on helping get the
luncheon since she was going to
help eat "alI her favorites." Neal
almost purred under her gentle,
caressing voice and words.
We fingered over the table for
an hour and then I was establish
ed costly in a big armchair over at
the window, while the helpers"
happily set about the clearing off
that is not generally treated quite
so much as a jolly lark. Sounds of
laughter and little eNclamations
aIternated with the rattle OF silver
and the swish of running water.
Then a wild scuffling and a muf-
fling sound as of a body thudding
against a door.
Were through. Did you hear
us sklarking? You'll have to lend
me p comb and some hairpins.
Anne, dear. It's later than
thought and I have a date at 4"
As she began to speak. Neal came
in, smiling with the air OF little
boy who has just had Jam on his
bread-and who has liked It! But
by the end of Evvy's sentence he
had turned sullen-like a little boy
who has just been told it's bedtime!
| couldn't understand Neal at all.
for a moment later discovered that
he had followed us into my bedroom
and was preparing to perch astride
n little high-backed chair while
Envy did her hair!
Isent him about his business!
But a minute later the irrepressible
one stuck his head in at the door
and protested that he knew some
one would be a little peach with her
hair down. and he ''was from Mis-
souri," And Envy took my excite
nent which the goodnatured
amusement city folks seem to have
for n lot Of things we small town
crs" think all wrong.
Evelyn was pinninE on her veil
when Meals voice called to us from
the other room This time ne made
no effort to enter the forbidden
ter OF all he surveyed had quite
reply to his message that 'M-.
Blake ia waiting"
Il didn't dream you were shak-
ing me- for some city chap" he
muttered.
SILLY boy! Oh. your ties all
crooked. Let Eyvy tx IT," said Eve
lyn, taking HIS sulks good naturedly.
Brothsr RcEnlnA Smiles.
Then she Envo mo Eood-by
kiHs which soomcd to mark . stage
in our intimacy and crossed over