Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-12-22
BY FANNIE HURST

fiat, the windows were flung open TO
the moist air Of spring, which flowed
in cool as water between crisp muslin
curtains, stirring them. In the sud
den flare of electric light the canary
uufolded its head from a sheaf of wing,
chccpcd and fell to picking up seed
from the bottom Of its cage.
Sir Alphonsc Nicholson collapsed
into the shallow chair beside the table
and relaxed his head against the thread
bare dent in the upholstery.
'Whoops, home was never like this!
rs him tircd;'
Dead"
"Smokc%'
"Nup'
"Thcrc."
"Ah!"
"Now him all comfy aud go fix
poor tired bad boy him din din"
More native than mother tongue is
mothers tongue When women love
they would first destroy with gibbcrish.
To Mr.. Michclsons linguistic credit,
however, he shifted in his chair in
uncasc.
What did you say?"
What him want for din din?'
He flung one leg atop the other,
slumping deeper to the luxury Of his
chair.
"Dinncr?"
Yes. din din. "
Say those were swell chicken livers
smothercd in onions you served the
other night Madam. Believe me. those
were some livers !"
No, reader, Romance is not dead. On
tho contrary, he has survived the frock
coat and learned TO chew Glove.
\ radiance as soft as the glow from
mink shaded lamp flowed over Madam
MoorcsS face
''Liycrs him going TO have and bis
cuts made in my own ittoic bittsic
oven. En-
swell" "
She divcstod herself Of her wraps,
tntiing her mahogany colored hair
where the hat had restricted it, lighted
a tiny stove off in the tiny kitchenette
and envelOped herself in n blue bib top
apron, Her movements We're short and
full of caprice and when she set the
table, brushing his chair as she passed
aud rcpaSsed lights came out in her
eyes when she dared raise her lids TO
show them.
They dncd by the concealed fireplace
and from off table that could fold its
legs under like Aladdin $. Fumes of
well made coffee rose AS ingratating as
NAl' l''l lNlll' VI a. l'Nt NlDlN. MI. VI ltllPl-
son dropped n lump of butter into the
fluffy heart of a biscuit and clapped the
halves together.
Some biscuits ~
Bad boy. stop jollying."
7 Say if I'd tell YOU the truth about
what think of these biscuits, you'd
| say | was writing a street car advcr
/ tiscment for baking powder Say, this
is some cup custard.
| "Morc?"
Full to my eyebrows.
Just q little bittsie|'
"Nope."
He lighted cigarette and they
settled back in an after dinner com
pleteneSs, their dessert plates pushed
well toward t., center of the table and
their senses quiet. She pleated the
edge of her napkin and watched him
bow leisurely spirals of smoke to the
ceiling.
What you thinking about, Phonzie?''
Nothing.
"IIonest?'
IF / was thinking at all | was just
sizing it up as pretty soft for fellow
| like me to get this sort of stand in
wth--with my boss. Gawd, me ana
Du Gass used to love each other like
snakes"
IL amt your boss, Phonzie-don' t
give you the run of everything
hiring-the models and all.
Sure you're my boss, and it's pretty
soft for me-
"And | was just thinking, Phonzie,
that it's pretty soft for me to have
found a fellow, like you to manage
things for me,
"Sihucks Z"
I.NVitLout vou ca usod to thn Nvays