Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-20

Brian had the same answer for every
thing. He would DO it-sometime in thg
future. She wondered when, then dis
missd the thought as unloyal.
! They spent the next day buying the
necessary furniture, so that they could
move right in. With unerring taste,
Ruth obstinately refused 10 have any
thing but the simplest, the most unpre-
tenhOus furniture.
eve viii either have to give it away
or sell it pretty soon, she said when
Brian, lacking in artistic sense would
have her buy the more ornate pieces
when the price was the same, "and then
too, it viii be more appropriate to the
rooms. -
"AH right, l told you you should
fix them as you liked, 7" Brian returned
with eondeseension.
As she likedl Ruth could have scream
ed with laughter. Why she could not
have had one single thing she wanted.
Then she looked at Brian. tall, hand
some, virile He was worth more than
everything else She ought to be ash.
amed TO feel as she did Surely, he
would soon be able 10 give her all she
had been accustomed to-even to send
ing for old Rachel To tell the truth,
Ruth had shed tears several times from
sheer loneliness, and the desire for her
old nanny
But finally they had all the absolute
ly necessary things with which to begin
housekeeping So on Wednesday morn
ing, they set up their LaIes and Penates
in the five-room flat, and proceeded to
take up the serious business Of home
making.
How Ruth struggled and toiled, to
make the place what she considered iiv-
able. She knew nothing of cooking, and
the first few days she spoiled the food
and burned her hands. Brian, worried
over expenses, badly fed, developed a
spirit Of fault-finding which finally got
on Ruth s nerves to such a degree that
she went to bed, and sent for the janit-
rcss.
81 can t cook decent thing! don I
blame my husband. No one could eat
the things | have offered him." she
walled.
cts sorry I am, I ain 4 got the time
to learn you. But they has them fine
cook books, now, that tells you every
thing to do.
Ruth had not thought of a cook book.
Her aunt's cooks, experts, had not de.
pended upon cook books to prepare their
meals. But she would get one at once.
She at least could read. and had com
mon sense enough to follow directions.
So she jumped up and dressed for the
street before she remembered She had
but fifty cents in her pocket book.
"Oh, | forgot TO ask for some mon
ey," she exclaimed.
"I can let you have a dollar"
sl0h, can you9 That will be fine. TN
give il back to you as soon as my hus
band returns" and tucking the dollar
bill in her purse with her fifty cent
piece, she started out.
When she returned she carried book
under her arm. 1t was nearly dinner
time, and she was tired. But she hur-
riedly slipped out Of her street clothes
into one of her simplest negligees-
which, simple as it was, locked terribly
out Of place in the small kitchen-and
started her dinner.
At half past six, when Brian came
home, Ruth was almost exhausted; but
an eatable dinner was on the table. She
had selected some simple ways of cook.
ing her meat and vegetables, rice pud-
ding for dessert. As she had followed
the directions faithfully, they were all
we'll cooked, and really deserved the
praise Brian bestowed.
''You viii be a famous cook in no
time, he told her as he kissed her flush
ed face. lie had noticed that she ate
nothing, and that. when they rose from
the table, she halted as she carried the
dishes to the kitchen to be washed.
"Perhaps. but / doubt it, she had
returned, ~ have notion, Brian, that
To do anything real wcll-to become IA
nous, as YOU say--one must like their