Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-09-21

and novelties for the joy of serving
against Germany. 1t was flourish
ing business Jim left, but it languish-
ed and die1 during his absence.
There was no chance of reviving it,
and it was the only game he knew.
How about Japan?" l hazarded
You little wonder! l guess jim
mie Harrison has a practical streak
after all. He knew enough to mar
ry a clever little business woman,
laughed jim.
So my suggestion bore fruit, and
about eleven Jim set out to seek a
berth with Mott Edwards, the great
importer of Japanese goods.
1t was 8 when my husband re-
turned. dragging the lame ankle a
bit wearily. His eyes frightened
when he saw me, and his mouth
quirked into a smile. He was dis
appointed, little chagrined-but
game.
There was no chance for me with
Mott Edwards. The war has hit
trade in the Orient, too.
Edwards asked me to lunch
and l had to go or he would have
thought l wasn't game about his
turning me down. Then we shot Il
little Kelly-pool with some fellows
we knew. ] wasted the afternoon,
Anne and I'm ashamed. But you
know I'm not practical my boy
ended. half defiantly.
Wen be practical now, jimmie
go through the ads in the paper
with me. I got in three or four
morning editions"
But we could find nothing suited
to Jim in any of the papers. The
shadow of self-distrust lay on his
face for a moment Then he ban
ished it with one of his quick, boy
ish smiles.
"I'll go around to see some other
people tomorrow. Come on, kid
die, We'll go to the Rochambeau for
dinner-we need consolation
party" cried Jim, with all his buoy
ant cheeriness in the ascendant
again.
No, sir" 1 declared. You come
open a can of tomatoes so I can
make sauce for the meat balls you're
going to eat right off your own little
table. You're out of a job, boy
Jimmie and Annie have to be saw
ing"
Jim opened the tomatoes and made
blunderipg attempt to slice
peaches. But he wasn't particularly
happy in our little kitchenette.
After dinner, l fairly pinned him
to a corner of the Jack k-of-all-trade
refectory table.
Now, boy, Anne has her notebook
all ready and you're going to dictate
the first draft of your article for
Haldane's. Ill type it tomorrow
while you're seeing importers"
At that Tim exclaimed:
why, little Princess, we're rich!
I'd forgotten those articles. They'll
bring us III d princely income-aR
of hundred a month to add to my
other earnings. We can afford to
live like kings. Say, kiddie, meat
balls are not-royal fare-why did
you have them?"
1 felt myself turn crimson. There
had been ninety-odd cents in my
purse when l went out to buy our
dinner. Chopped meat was the best
I could afford.
They are-nutritious-and econ
omical," 7 brought out at last.
Jim looked at me with dawning
understanding. Then he pulled out
a thick roll of bills, hurriedly
thumbed off two or three green
backs and handed them to me-.
If this isn't enough, Anne, say
so. I'm ashamed l didn't think of
it, but you should have told me.
COlIlS, let > go " d movie We naQ
enough sordid details for one day.
There's no hurry about the article
/ plenty # cash on hand"
| / stared at the bills Jim had
| thrust into my hand-then 1 said:
"Dear-this is a lot of money
Can you afford to give me so much ?
/ It's thirty dollars! I won't begin
to use this in a week"
"Oh, just use it up-and when it's
| gone ask me for more"
But Jim, we ought to have q
regular" 1 began, hating the
| thought of trying to pin my gener-
Gus husband down to a definite week
| ly allowance.
I've ought TO have a regular lark
now!" laughed Jim. "As long as ]
have a dollar you share it,
Then a terrifying thought swept
over me. At the rate we were going
how long would Jim have-"a dol.
lar to share?"
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