The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1920-09-24

i Almost too good to be true" says
4. mot Greater New Yorker il
sight; either"
Maybe you can guess what we hae
for luncheon, too, Uh-huh. Dreamed
finan haddie with pork scraps, baket
potatoes, tea biscuits and pumpkin
lpie. And all the words any stranger
offered was a "Certing-ly" from the
gold-tooth waitress when l asked Il
There was any chance of seconds or
1.-THE pie Then at the desk we picked
up a local map. found Trail No. /
land followed the arrows to the Look
Iout
There always is a lookout, yot
know" says Wee, land it's quite az
much your duty to climb to it as il
is to pay your bill. But this is an easy
one. Isn't it gorgeous up here, though;
and so peaceful?"
You've said it," says l. Even the
Ichipmunks are trained not to chatter
while guests are around. Here's where
you recover from that ear-strain Of
yours. I'm going to soak up some
September sunshine. and maybe
snooze bit
All of which lasted fully As minutes
Then Urania and Aletta arrived
Course, we didn't know them was theil
names. Not at first. We looks uI
to see these two queer, old maidisI
Ilookin' females putin up the trail
hand in hand with their knittin' bags
hung from their arms. can't say
lust what was the matter with theil
faces except that somehow they
|seemed out of DRAWN, like the kline
II produce when try to sketch will
"a pencil. Sort of caricatures, will
noses that didn't fit, and bulgJ
starin' eyes. When they discovers
THAT the outlook is occupied they
lgoes through panicky motions and
|hesitates bashful.
"Oh!" says one, suckin' in hel
breath.
Please don't mind us" says Wee
I'VE are going down soon. This Is
Iyour favorite nook, isn't it?"
4 YES" says one, suckin' in he;
breath.
1--WE come up here every afternoon
Ito get the view," breaks in the other
"But you mustn't CO."
! NO." says the first one. please
stay. We-can tell you the names Of
some of the peaks. That is-Aletta
can. She has wonderful memory
Aletta."
/ "Now, Urania!''t prostseofinbcet
Now, Urania!" protests the other
WHO is it remembers the number Of
stitches across the shoulders"
"Sweaters?" asks Wee.
ooh, yes" comes from Aletta and
lUrania in chorus.
4 And inside of two minutes the
knittin bags are emptied and the three
lare swappin' dope on how to construct
the latest thing in the sweater line
Hts the usual hotel openin'. / under
stand, and it all seemed harmless
lenough, didn't look like it would leae
to anything, so l sort of yawned an6
Isettled myself comfortable again.
| But the next thing knew the tall
was switched sudden to something .
bit more personal than sweaters.
I'VE noticed you at luncheon" says
Aletta, "and told Urania then thai
was sure you were a bridal couple
You are, aren't you?"
Wee chuckles. Hear that, Torchy ;
ksays she.
well, don't deny it," says l
whats the use?"
"There!" says Urania triumphant
BE he's just Joking" says Wee
Why, we've been married more thar
three years and have a two-year ole
boy at home on Long Island"
TRULY" says Aletta, shiftin' those
starey eyes of hers from one to the
other of us. Il never would have
Iguessed it. Where on Long Island
do you live?"
why. Harbor Hills. out near Roar
ing Rock, you know" says Wee.
1--WE live on Joralemon Street.
says Urania.
81 beg pardon?" says Wee.
| "Joralemon," echoes Aletta, as il
that told the whole story.
'Torchy, where is that?" demands
Wee.
"eHart of Brooklyn" says I, prompt
81 can say it but l never could spell
lit. All that know is that it rhymes
with Solomon"
Both Aletta and Urania stare at me
kind of suspicious. at is one of the
Oldest and best-known streets in
Brooklyn" says Aletta, trifie re
|provin'. We've were born there
and have always lived there. The