Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-08-02

you'd only help him now and show him
those papers
real terror came into Mr.. Smith
eyes. but Mr.. Duff was already on his
feet
We'll. l shan't," he observed tartly.
I'm not fool. If he is. I'm going
out to the porch where l can get some
air"
There. work as long as you like, Mr..
Smith. | knew you'd rather work bH
yourself" nodded Miss Maggie, moving
the piles of papers nearer him.
But, good heavens, how do you
stand" exploded Mr.. Smith before
he realized that this time he had really
said the words aloud. lie Dlusheu
painful red
Miss Maggie. 100. cclored. Then, alb
ruptly. she laughed.
After all it doesn't matter, Why
shouldn't | frank with you? You
couldn't help seeing-how things were,
of course, and forgot. for moment
that you were a stranger, Everybody
in Hlllerton understands. You see
| father is nervous, and not at all we'll
| We have to humor him.
But do you mean that you always
have to tell him to do what you don
| Mr.. Smith finding himself In very deeT
water. blushed again painfully.
Miss Maggie met his dismayed gaze
with cheerful candor
| Tell him to do what I don't want
in order to get him, to do what ! &c
want him to-? Yes, oh, yes. But | dom
mind really Il don't. I'm used to. il
now. And when you know how, what
does it matter? After all, where Is the
difference? To most of the world W.
| say. please do when we want thing
While to him we have to say, Please
| don't That's all. You see. it's reall!
very simple-when you know how;
simple. Great Scott !" muttereo
| Mr.. Smith. He wanted to say more
| L,,, Ia a
turned away, so he Went pack 10 MS
| work.
Benny, wandering in from the kit
chen, with both hands full Of cookies
| pumped himself down on the cushioned
window-seat. and drew a sign OF con-
| tent.
say, Aunt Maggie"
Yes, dear"
&C Certainty @ not :" The blithe voice and
pleasant smile took all the sting from
the prompt refusal What would
| father and mother do?"
"Oh, they wouldn't MIND
| Benny
They wouldn't. Maybe pa would
a little but Bess and ma wouldn't
! And I'd like it."
Nonsense, Benny" Miss Maggi,
a small box. Here's a new pictur,
puzzle See If you can do it,"
Benny shifted his now depletet
|
10 his knees on the floor, and dumped
the contents of the box upon the sea
before him.
They won't let me eat cookies an!
more at home-in the house. l mean
| Too many crumbs"
But you know you have to pick vi
your crumbs here, dear" ,..
Yep. But I don't mind-after Iv
had the fun of eatin' first. But the,
won't let ME drop EN- ter begin with
there. nor take any of the boys inte
the house. Honest Aunt Maggie. ther
so, If ye live on the West Side" h
persisted soberly.
Mr.. Smith copying dates at the table
was conscious OF slightly apprehen
sive glance in his direction from Mis-
Maggie's eyes, as shes murmured:
But you're forgetting your puzzle
Benny. You've put only five pieces to
u can't do puzzles there, either.
Bennys voice was still mournful.
"All the more reason, then. why yo
should like TO do them here. See, wher
does this dogs head go?''
Listlessly Benny took the bit of pic
tured wood in his fingers and bega
to fit It into the pattern before him.
~ used ter do 'em an leave 'em 'rount
but ma says | can't now. Callers Nigh
come and find 'em, an what would the
say-on the West Side! An that's tn
way t is with everything. Ma an Bes
are always doin' things, or not doll
'em, for those callers. An I don't sc
why. They never come-not new ones.
''Yes. yes. dear; but they Will. whe
they get acquainted. You haven't foun
where the dogs head goes yet"
( "Pa says he don't want ter get aC
, , uuainted He'd rather have the oil
friends, what don't mind baked bean!
+, an shirt sleeves, an doin' yer own worl