The Press., 1919-11-13
(Copyright. 1919, by the Mcclure New
 paper Syndicate.)

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 Finally he bought photograph, and that helped some, although nothing could take the place of a 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 his fingers behave on the strings of 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 waff1es that were halfway good, but nowhere near ly as satisfactory as those that Jat had made.
 "Why didn't I get acquainted with that girl and marry her?" he asked himself many a time as he bit into a sirup-covered cake and shook his head dismally over the taste of it. "But it wouldn't have worked out right" he would add, 'because I've got to have music, too, and can you
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 Finally Dale outgrew the town and went to the city to try his luck. In his birthplace he had made fair living as building contractor, but he had worked hard. In the city he hap pened to strike it just right, and he accumulated a great deal more money ofe tvrn years after his change he had a small fortune in the bank and a magnificent home on fashionable street; but there were two things lacking-a com panion to share the home and an eff cient "waff1er." He advertised far and wide, and tried out at least twenty 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 a rather desolate place, because there was no one to share it, created a yearning in his heart, and soon he be- gan looking about for some one to make him a 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 man who was we'll 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 a car that she pronounced perfection. Ev- cry afternoon she would take a long drive, usually with woman friend, for Dale seldom could get away from business.
 Now there was only one thing need ed to make his happiness complete. That necessary element was cook who could make the right kind of waf- efforts were fruitless.
 At last he gave up in disgust. There was only one chance left, and it looked hopeless. He would try making waf- fles himself
 One afternoon, while his wife was away on a drive. and he had cleaned up his work sooner than usual, he came, went into the kitchen and un- earthed a cook book, in which he found recipe that suited his purpose. So he donned an apron and pro- ceeded to cover himself and a share of his surroundings with. flour, milk and eggs. But somehow he managed to concoct yellow mass that looked as if it might do.
 In the drawer of the cupboard Dale found small brush, and with this he smeared the waffle iron thoroughly with grease. The brush was an old one, however, and a number of the bristles played truant and stuck to the irons.
 After painstakingly picking off the vagrant bristles, during which opera tion he burned two fingers. he took the pitcher and poured a heavy coat of batter on the lower iron. It began to sizzle, and he clamped the other iron down quickly. From between the two at once emerged a sticky mass that spread itself generously over the sides of the irons, finding its way into the gas flame, which it threatened to ex- tinguish.
 He turned the irons quickly, as the