Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-12-12
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the uncle herself. Nowadays it amt
nothing no more than girls marry
twice their own age"
Il always say I can tell when Leo
Markovitch comes down, by the way
her mothers face gets long and the
daughters gets Siort."
Can you blame her? Leo Marko-
witch. with all his monograms on his
shirt-sleeves and such black rims on
his glasses. amt the Rosenthal Vets
burg Hosiery Company, not by a long
shot! There amt store in this town
you ask for the No Hole Guaranteed
Stocking right away they don't show
it to you. Just for fun always I ask"
"Cornstarch pudding. Irving, stop
making that noise at Mrs. Kaufman!
, Little boys should be seen and not
heard even at cornstarch pudding.
Cot! wouldn't you think. Mrs.
Katz. how Mrs. Kaufman knows how
I hate desserts that wabble, little
something extra she could give me-
How she plays favorite, it's a
shame. I wish you'd look, too. Mrs.
Finshriber, how Flora Proskauer car
ries away from the table her glass of
milk with slice bread on top. l tell
you it don't give tune to house the
boarders should carry away from the
table like that. Irving. come and take
with you that extra piece cake. Just
so much board we pay as Flora Pros
kauer."
The line about the table broke sud
| denly. attended with a scraping of
chairs and after-dinner chirrupings
maid strained herself Immediately
across the strewn table and cloying
lamp-platter, and turned off two of
the three gas Jets.
In the yellow gloom, the odors Of
food permeating it, they filed out and
up the dim-lit stairs into dim-Ht
halls, the line of conversation and
short laughter drifting after.
A door slammed. Another. Irving
KATE leaped from his third-fl floor
threshold to the front hearth, quak-
ing three layers of chandeliers. From
Morris Krakower's fourth floor back
the tune of flute began to wind
down the stairs. Out of her just
closed door Mrs. Finshriber poked
frizzled gray head.
"Ice-water, please, Mrs. Kaufman"
At the door of the first floor back
Mrs. kaufman paused with her hand
on the knob.
Mamma, let me run and do it."
Don't you move, Ruby. When An
ME goes up to bed is time enough
Won't you come in for a while. Mr..
vetsburg?"
Don't care If I do"
She opened the door, entering eau
tiously. Let me light up, Mrs. kauf-
man." He struck phosphorescent
line on the sole of his shoe, turning
| up three jets.
you must excuse, Mr.. Vatsburg,
how this room looks. ALI day we been
sewing for Ruby. her new dress"
She caught up litter Of dainty pink
frills in the making. clearing a chair
for him.
''Sit down, Mr.. Vetsburg."
They adjusted themselves around
the shower of gaslight, Miss Kauf-
man fumbling in her Powered work.
bag. finally curling her foot up
under her, her needle flashing and
fiounces.
ruby. in such a light you shouldn't
strain your eyes"
All right, ma" stitching placidly on.
'Whatll you give me. Ruby. II l
tell you whose favorite color is pink? ''
Jaw, Vetsy." she cried, her face like
a rose, your color's pink"
From the depths of an inverted sew
ing-machine top Mrs. Kaufman fished
out another bit of the pink, ruffiing
it with deft needle.
The flute lifted its plaintive voice,
Mr.. vetsburg lighted a loosely
wrapped cigar and slumped in his
chair.
'1f anybody" he observed, should
ask right this minute where I'm at.
tell 'em for me, Mrs. Kaufman, I'm in
the most comfortable chair in the
house."
"You should keep it, then, up in
your room, Mr.. Vetsburg. and not al
ways bring 1t down again when I get
Annie to carry it up to you"
Say. don't give up so easy my ex-
cuse for dropping in evenings"
Honest. you-you two children. you
ought to have a fence built around
you the way you like always to be to-
gether."
LIE sat regarding her, putting and
chewing his live cigar. Suddenly
he leaped forward. his hand closing
rigidly over hers.
Mrs. Kaufman"
WHAT"
"Quick, there's big hole in your
chin"
"Gott! a-a-what?"
At that he RELAXED at his own nIeas