Williams news., 1919-09-05
Wames
 h By R. RAY BAKER

Dale Morgan had 6 never-satiated appetite for two things. One was mu- sic and the other was waffies. He never got enough of either. He could have eaten waffies, with butter and maple sirup. three times a day: but he let his good sense guide him sufficiently to cut 1t down to one.
 Usually 1t was in the evening that he went to McSwenson's cafe to in- dulge in the delicacy that he craved constantly. They had to be good ~afies; they had to be made just tight. and McSwenson's was the only place in town that could please him. For a year or more he had been 8 patron of the place, and for only two weeks of that period was he dissatis- fled with the waffies he obtained. | Dale knew something was wrong | the minute the hot. honeycombed cake was set before him. It looked too pale | to suit him.
 "A new cook making them." he told himself, in tones akin to consternation. 'sI'll bet Jat's quit her job." | He sampled the waffle and then got up and left 1t. It didn't taste right. | "Got new cook ?" he inquired of the waiter, and held his breath until the | latter answered.:
 "No: Jat's just gone on a two weeks vacation. She's coming back all right"
 So Dale went without waff1es for l two weeks, and was happy when Jat returned to her post in the kitchen. No one else could satisfy the craving of his inner man.
 After his evening meal Dale usually went to musical show. whenever he could find one, which was not often, because the town was small and theat- rical attractions not up to high stand ard.
 Finally he bought a photograph, and that helped some, although nothing could take the place of real live mu- sician. He tried to be one himself, but his voice had no more music than cowbell. and he simply couldn't make lis fingers behave on the strings of a violin; much less could he master the art of reading notes.
 Came the day when Jat did quit her job at McSwenson's. and that day found sorrow in Dale's heart. Life would never be the same. He searched the town over and finally located place where he could get waffies that were halfway good. but nowhere near 1y as satisfactory as those that Jat had made.
 .Why didn't I get acquainted with that girl and marry herr" he asked himself many a time as he bit into a sirup-covered cake and shook his head dismaIly over the taste of 1t. But it wouldn't have worked out right" he would add, because I've got to have music. too, and can you picture a restaurant cook singing the 'MiserereY"
 Finally Dale outgrew the town and went to the city to try his luck. In his birthplace he had made a fair living as a building contractor, but he had worked hard. In the city he hap pened to strike it just right. and he accumulated great deal more money with much less effort. Less than two years after his change he had small fortune in the bank and a magnificent home on a fashionable street; but there were two things lacking-a com panion to share the home andSa an eff cient "waf1er." He advertised far
 
 cooks. but none could he find to fill the bill.
 Of music there was a plenty. Near ly every night found Dale at theater. usually one where a musical comedy or grand opera was the attraction. So he was well satisfied on that score.
 The fact that his palatial home was rather desolate place. because there was no one to share it. created yearning in his heart. and soon he be- gan looking about for some one to make him suitable wife. He found her in grand opera. Jessie Fairburn was the prima don- na in the Acme Musical Concert com pany, and she became the object of Dale's admiration-firSt because of her voice, and second because of her phys ical charms-from the time his eyes first rested upon her.
 Having a friend who knew a man who was well acquainted with the manager of the theater, he contrived to get an introduction. and during the month that the company remained the attraction there he wooed the new found ideal. At the end of the month the company went on the road, but with a new prima donna. Jessie had consented to occupy the big house with Dale
 Then how that house did resound with musicl Jessie also was a motor enthusiast, and Dale bought her car that she pronounced perfection. Ev- cry afternoon she would take long drive, usually with a woman friend. for Dale seldom could get away from business.
 Now fhere was nnIu ona thino mad.