Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-05-02

90 rOunO the Dacks anu ne WdNeo hlLb
grandly away.
"What the" And then as the full
sign icance of the servants remark
struck him, Max Harding burst into
laugh. "Tradesmen and peddlers--
well, by Jove, that is good one. ]
certainly must look hne," ne thought
to himself, and then aloud, "All right,
Your Highness, I'll go round the back"
and he went.
Maybe / can sneak in through the
greet mother" he thought. "If she
ever catches me looking like this
Hello, whew-ew-ew," and he whistled
softly, for a remarkably pretty girl
sat directly in front Of the kitchen
door. Smelling peas-thus once more
blocking his progress.
"Have you a moment to spare?' he
asked, removing his hat and speaking
In his most engaging manner.
81 am sorry. but haven't" said the
young woman very promptly, scarcely
glancing up from her work.
swell, do ycu mind if l sit down on
the lawn a minute?" he hazarded for
his third venture.
81 do not" again responded the fair
lady of the peas" taking him in with
one all-appraising glance.
So Max sank down on the little plot
of grass in front of the house and,
leaning his head back against the
building, closed his eyes.
"Poor fellow" thought the girl, her
sympathy aroused at last, 'he must be
pretty tired. I'm afraid l was rather
sharp with him. Well, he looks dark
enough for one of those Syrian or Az
meiian peddlers, but he certainly does
not talk like one. ''Ill just run in and
get him glass of raspberry shrub.
It'll cool him off before he goes"
She was back in moment with
glass of delicious looking liquid, and
tapping the young man on the Shout
der, she offered it to him.
Here, drink this" she said. TIN
sorry l couldn't stop to look at your
wares
This time his mother was seated on
the veranda, and she greeted him eff
fusively, but he managed to make her
understand that bath and some clean
linen were the two most essential
things in his life at that particular mo-
ment, and so escaped to his room.
He descended about an hour later,
looking very different in his white fan
nels, and his mothers pride shonR IN
her eyes. and she greeted him.
"And Max" shes said, there's the
loveliest girl here. want you to meet
her. Her name is Anna Cabot"
"Now, mother" he demonstrated.
"But. Max, dear, this one is differ
ent She's not one of the butterfliei
that you are always objecting to. She
is a graduate of a domestic science
college, and she knows no end Of
things. But wsit-she's promised to
sit at our table tonight, and you'll see
for yourself"
"Well, no sign of your divinity yet,
mother" said Max, some minutes la
ter, when they had started their din.
ner; perhaps" - hopefully - "she's
changed her mind"
"No, here she comes" sid Mrs.
Harding. and straight to their table
came the lady of his afternoons adj
venture.
Lifting her eyes to acknowledge the
introduction, the color flooded into the
girls face, and her eyes asked innu-
merable questions as she recognized
| him.
Ibid you know that Katie, the cook,
left this afternoonT" asked the girl of
Mrs. Harding, some moments later,
when she was herself again.
"Good gracious" easped that lady.
"who took her placeT"
81 did," said the girl, quietly meas
uring glances with the young man OPP
posite her. 81 promised Mr.. Lane that
would try and see IL the hotel
couldn't run conservation kichen,'
so now I'm cook, pro tenn"
"Why, my dear. aren't you clever y
exclaimed his mother. looking at her
son with an 'T-told-you-so" expression.
Just then the waitress entered the
dining room with liquid refreshments
elinking in a silver pitcher.
"By the way, Miss, Cabot" said Max,
"since I understand that you are up
| In such matters-what drink would
you recommend as the most cooling
and refreshing for these hot days. as
well as most ecopomlea1T''
"Why," said the girl, dalntily rails
ing her glass as he raised his. why
er-raspberry shrub, Of course"
And over their glasses their eyes
met in look Of complete understand
ing.
Copyright, 1918. by Mcclure Nswspapss