The Washington herald., 1920-09-21

Mrs. Brown and I went up to the
apartment. We had to squeeze
our way through a mob of re-
porters all the way through the
halls. That's one of the things
money does for you. Say, do
you happen to know a newspa-
per artist named Lathrop-a tall
man with nice eyes and an easy
way of talking? No, don't
remember what paper he works
on. Well, all right.
When we got upstairs Mrs.
Brown telephones for the bill
right away. 1t came, and il was
$500. I saw the bill. Aunt Mag
gle tainted. got her on y
lounge and opened the bead
work.
Child says she, when she
got back to the world. what
was it? A raise of rent or an
income-taax?"
Just a little dinner says 7.
Nothing to worry abOut-hardly
a drop in the bucket-shop. Sit
up and take notice-a dispossess
notice. il there's no other kind
But. say, Man, do you know
what Aunt Maggie did? She got
cold feet! She hustled me out
of that Hotel BontOn at nine
the next morning. We went 70
u rOoming house on the lowest
West Side. She rented one room
that had water on the floor be
low and light on the floor above.
After we got moved all you
could see in the room was about
$500 worth of new swell dresses
and a one-burner>gas-stove.
Well. Mr.. Man, three days "f
that light-housekeeping was
plenty for me. Aunt Maggie
was affectionate as ever. Shed
haardly let me get out of her
sight. But let me tell you. She
was a hedger from Hedgersville,
Hedger County. Seveuty-five
, cents a day was the limit she set.
We cooked our own meals in the
room. There l was, with a thou
sand dollars worth of the latest
things in clothes, doing stunts
over a one burner gas-stovc.
LAS l say, on the third day
flew the coop. l couldn't STAND
for throwing together a fifteen
cent kidney stew while wearing,
at the same time, a $50 house
dress, with Valenciennes lace in
sertion. So I goes into the closet
and puts on the cheapest dress
Mrs. Brown had bought for me-
it's the one I've got on now-not
so bad for SIS. is it? I'd left all
my own clothes in my sisters
fiat in Brooklyn.
Mrs. Brown, formerly, Aunt
Maggie" says l to her, I am go
ing to extend my feet alternately,
one after the other, in such a
manner and direction that this
tenement will recede from me in
the quickest possible time. I am
no worshiper of money says !.
but there are some things I
can't stand. I can stand the
fabulous monster that I've read
about that blows hot birds and
cold bottles with the same
breath. But I can't a gutter.
says I. They say you've got
forty million dollars-well,
you'll never have any less. And
was beginning to like you, too,
says I.
We'll. the late Aunt Maggie
kicks till the tears flow. She
offers to move into a swell room
with a two-burner stove and
running water.
"Ive spent an awful lot of
money, child says she. Well
have to. economize for a while.
You're the most beautiful crea-
ture ever laid eyes on she
says, and 1 don't want you to
leave me-
We'll. you see me, don't you? !
walked straight to the Acropo-
lis and asked for my job back,
and 1 got it. How did you say
your writings were getting
along? I know you've lost out
some by not having me to type
write 'em. Do you ever have 'em
illustrated? And, by the way, did
you ever happen to know a news
paper artist-oh, shut up!I know
! asked you , before. / wonder
what paper he works on? It's
funny, but I couldn't help think
ing that he wasn't thinking about
the money he might have been
thinking / was thinking | d get
from old Maggie Brown. II l
only knew some of the newspa-
per editors I'd
The sound of an easy footstep