Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1919-03-13

(Which Will 90 beautifully through
seven days If judiciously carved, and
with fish to break the monOtony,' put
in Nan. whoever can cut the thin
nest slices of meat to look like big
ones viii he the official carver"
So the sugar and butter, hacon and
meat ration cards were all handed
over to Nan Fortunately they, one
and all, had taken ont their cards with
the nearest grocer and butcher, so that
the trouble of various stores was
done away with
Perhaps il was because Nan was
American and one of Britain's allies,
or perhaps II was because she chatted
with her trades people and asked
about their babies and what they fed
them and told them about America
and the great army in khaki over
there-anyway, whatever the reason,
Nan always found the best of joints,
the finest of bacon and the best Eng
fish butter for the artists. She was a
splendid buyer
Their first family dinner was a
great success There had not been so
pleasant an evening In Chelsea building
since the hast raid and there was no
less excitement, On that night, ar
rayed in various quaint garbs hastily
put ON, they had met III the big attic
where Il splendid view of the air fight
was possible. and when the raiders
were driven off and the "all-clcar' sig
nal had sounded, Nan had invited them
all into her studio FOR Il cup of coffee
and apple pie. II was two O'Clock in
the morning, but that was small
matter in studio life.
Conversation ran high and deep at
That dinner table. Brains long used to
sparkling thoughts, vivid bits of grim
war and the wonderful inspiring ex-
change of art talk tripped about the
table and made everybody bless Nan
for her big idea The cooking was
tremendous success and created much
comment. Ii would seem from the
abundant table that war was thing
of the past Nan had cooked every
thing with the help of the girl artist.
The caretaker's little girl was given
four shillings a week to clear up and
wash dishes. Altogether the arrange
ment was splendid.
Bobby bruce brought up his violin
TO Mans studio, where they all trailed
for coffee in the famous percolator.
Helen McLean'S music-mad fingers
plunged up and down the keyboard
and Little Sammy lent grim visage
while he recited a service poem or
two.
Nan did nothing but make coffee
and look perfectly charming while She
made every one comfortable with a
cushion here and footstool there,
and many a womanly lure radiated
from her as she moved about.
Bobby bruce but recently back
from the tragedy of war and with stlll
painful wounds, drank in her charm
and wondered why he had not found
her before.
A slim wedge of moon filtered
across the old Thames. Bobby was
swinging slowly in Mans hammock
and drawing in the odor of the sweet
peas and pansies that she had planted
in long boxes around her balcony. His
long white fingers We're caressng his
violin and he wished 1t We're Mans
hair they were touching. Bobby knew
with artistic suGdenness that Nan was
some one WhtIn he had been on the
verge of looking for now that he was
home from the war.
And Nan, because she was Nan
Moore, and seemed always to know
just what her friends were wanting
most, met his eyes fixed upon her and
it needed not their silent appeal TO
make her go over to the slowly swing
ing hammock and enscOnce her love
ly, happy self beside Bobby.
He sighed so contentedly that Nan
hoped the slim wedge of moon did
not show him the dainty color in her
cheeks.
"Rations aren't so bad when they
are handled properly, are they?'
II don't think l could have lived
had we not been rationed." Bobby
bruce told her.