The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1919-11-20

down the road. 1t stopped with a jerk
and man jumped out. The long yell
low Oilskin slicker and SLOUGH hat
pulled down would have disguised him
from his best friend, but by a certain
indefinable something, perhaps his
brisk movements. Sally recognized him
instantly.
Something sang in Sally's heart.
"Jts Chef! It's Chef r' but she deter.
minedly squelched that something une
presented an unsmiling face to the
young man.
Chester Radiker seemed oblivious to
her GOODNESS. With much gallantry he
took her bag, complimented her on her
appearance, helped her into the car
and kept up a running fire of CONVEX
sation during the threemile drive. He
described his sisters house In an
amused fashion, commented on its
name, and answered that he would
leave that to Elizabeth to explain.
"Of course" thought Sally inwardly,
this is all for the benefit of the jitney
man, He's making show of treating
me like any guest of his sister. I'll
be just as nonchalant about 1t as he
is"
When the car stopped and Chef
pulled back the curtains Sally beheld
a tiny house, hip-roOfed and shingled.
nesting close To the country road. On
the broad veranda stood Elizabeth and
her husband, his arm about her shout
ders. While Chef was settling with
the jitney man his sister drew Sally
indoors and up TO the guest room,
where cheerful fire burned on the
hearth.
Take off your wet things and get
into negligee," she commanded, land
let's make ourselves comfy here by
the fire. The men of the house will
start dinner. / want to talk to you
before we go down. so save your ex
carnations about the house and the
! view-you can't see 1t well, anyway.
| till later.
First, I'll confess that told you a
fib about Chefs not being able to
come. Now don't get huffy-its be-
cause I'm fond of you and. want you
for a sister that I'm taking all this
trouble just at this time when I'm up
| to my neck in work. l wasn't cam
ming in my letter. We are hard up
just now. and besides fixing up this
house on next to nothing I'm earning
enough to carry us along for the pres
ent, just doing those little water
colors."
But thought Jock" began Sally.
Now don't interrupt till finish,'
went on her hostess "Jock has gone
stale. You know that often happens
to writer's. Ever since he had the flu.
He hasn't written a word for two
months. He'll come back all right
here. though. where he can live the
outdoor life he loves. We spent alto
gether too much money In the city last
winter, too. Well, he said that II
had to take the mans place for q
while the only decent thing for him
to do was to 60 fifty-fifty on the house
hold work. And he does. That's
where our house gets Its name"
~ sat Chef down In front Of me this
morning and / told him all have told
you-and some more; now I couldn't
have done this IL I hadn't kept my
hand in and had market for my
stuff. II Jock had been insistent or
my doing nothing outside our home
when we had plenty, why"
A cheerful voice sounded from tht
foot Of the stairs. "Say, the potatoes
are in the oven. the table Is set, the
meats cooking-and It's cleared off
There's a glorious sunset, girls; come
on down on the porch and view 4
with u.s."
"Oh. Chet," called his sister, come
up here a minute" But when he ar
rived. two steps at time, she sud
denly remembered that Jock was igno
rant of the mysteries Of salad mixing
and disappeared.
I'm a convert, Sally" frankly con
fessed the young man. "You ma!
keep up your interior decorating. Onl.
see that you don't earn more than tn
old man-he'd be Jealous"