The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-08-09
eyes held more OF tenderness than of

eyes held more OF tenderness than of
mockery.
"May ! Help?"
remembered the day when he had
made me the delicious coffee. I spoke
| impulsively from a very real craving.
IF 1 could have cup OF your cof-
fee and piece of toast"
"Surest thing you know" D.cky
started for the door, then stopped and
threw a mischievous glance over his
shoulder. The kind of coffee Nellie,
the beautiful model, taught me how to
maker"
The same" / returned smiling, but
after he had gone / had a moment or
two of humiliating remembrance. The
thought of the bad quarter of an hour
l had put in because of D.cky's nom
sense was still with me. He had mis-
chievously led me to believe that
Nellie" the comfortable, middle-aged
colored model who had taught him to
make coffee, was a beautiful girl with
a mysterious past. / had been Dis
tinctly piqued and had betrayed my
feelings until Dicky laughingly set me
right. My cheeks felt hot as / thought
of my folly For a moment | felt
that 1 did not wish to taste the cof-
fee he was preparing.
But I put that thought away from
me, and rising, twisted up my hair
under a little boudoir cap which
Dicky liked, thrust my feet into a pair
of mules" and put on warm scar
let negligee over my nightgown. Aft
er bathing my face and hands in the
bathroom as noiseless as I could. for
I wanted to surprise Dicky, 1 went
stealthiJy to the kitchen, where found
him standing over big sauce pan
simmering on the gas stove from which
came the aroma Of coffee, to me one
of the most alluring odors on earth.
MAY / help?" I asked meekly.
Dicky's Coffee Receipt.
Dicky whirled in establishment
What do you mean by getting. up?"
he demanded. 81 was going to bring
your grub into the bedroom. Go back
there this instant" he finished com
mandingly.
ooh, Dicky, please; don't want to.
Let's have a comfy time in the dining
room, or better still, bring the stuff
into the living room and put it on that
reading table in front OF the gas
crate"
Now you're talking" Diczy turn
ed his attention to the coffee. You
run along, and I'll bring the stuff in"
I was too curious, however, as to
the method by which he made his
coffee. to go Immediately.
Il see you don't use the coffee ma
chine" l said. How do you manage
in that thing?"
Easy" retorted Dicky. i put two |
heaping tablespoonfuls OF coffee and
an egg shell into this, and poured
over it two cups of boiling water, COW
cred it tight and let it boil for five |
minutes The time is just up so now
you may watch the rest of the pro-
cess"
He took off the cover of the sauce
pan, stirred its contents, added a cup
of cold water and then, again covering
it, lighted the small warming burner
of the gas stove and set the sauce
pan upon it.
There" he said with grandilo- |
quent flourish. "in ten minutes that
will be nectar for the goddess" He
bowed to me extravagantly.
But one thing troubled me. did |
you say you put an egg she'll into the
coffee? l asked.
sure" Dicky replied. There's the
egg in that dish. Don't know much /
about cooking, except chatting dish /
stunts, but can manage an egg
NO, I don't want anything but the
coffee and the toast, which we can
fix on the electric toaster in the living
room. But"
.But-what?'' D.cky looked at me
keenly. Something's on your mind.
Better get it off"
"Did-did you wash the egg before
you put the shell in?
Over Dicky's face flashed a .stra-
lied look, a guilty look. it appeared TO
ne But it was gone in an instant
and he burst into a roar of laughter.
The Saving Recollection.
$50 that's what's troubling you. is
{? Well, don't worry any longer. That
egg was scrubbed and rinsed and
iterilized and fumigated. It was the
most sanitary object you know when
{ went into the coffee"
A little uRreasoning feeling of an
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