The Bridgeport times and evening farmer. (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1918-1924, 1920-09-13
(Contnued)

- INOWs BdCDSle, answered you IOiIS
ago. Why? For thirty dollars! To
get mixed UP with the big city and
kind of get lost in it 1 want to live
here, with your ex-lieltenant and you
and all your attractive friends Don't
ask SO many questions, Baibsosie-I tell
YOU I've got my reasons all right! Are
you going to be a good spof and let
me stay?'
Meals young face woreA look of
deadly earnestneS. 1 realized that it
meant more to him than I knew to
I realized also, with cruel abT1Eptn ess,
that must take his money.
Meal, won't ask you to tell me
anything you dc-lt want me to know.
You shall stay as long as you like and
III let you pay me ten dollars week
but-but-Tm not going to tell my
husband I'm taking pay from you. If
you want to stay you'll have to accept
my terms
Neal began to bl11ster.
You want me to let that husband
OF yours think I'm aponging on him,
do you? That's not fair can't be
put In such position"
Then you can't stay with me, Neal
Neafs eyes met mine, challengingly.
Our glances clashed for moment and
then he looked away.
"Ail right" he said at hast This is
tho safest place for me. I'll do what
you say. Babbsie. Now, why don't
you call up that little Mason girl and
invite her over for luncL\ Work be-
we'll enjoy Hfe while he can"
There was something in my young
brothers voice that worried me.
CHAPTER Xxx.
Evelyn Mason's ready acceptance
OF my luncheon invitation rather
startled me. It suggested that my
young brother had made IAN impress
sion." 1t came over the phone in
that throaty little quaver of hers:
you dear thing! OF course I'll
come! I'm keen for a party with you
and that beautiful young Greek god
Of a brother. Tell him he has a date
to wash the dishes with me after
ward
I hung up the receiver and turned
to Evvy's "Greek god.'' His nose
was still reassurtngly pug, and there
was a nice, horny sprinkling of
ing by the wallcase behind the re-
fectory table rearranging books He
had an elaborate air of being absorb
ed in what he was doing, but it
didn't fool sister.
We'll, is she coming?" he asked
She is. And in a jiffy, she says.
So we will not investigate my ice
box, though I know there's nothing
in it but the baked spaghetti and
for we-uns." replied with sinking
heart. I must break in on Meals Yen
dollars. and I had SO longed to save
it up for the fast approaching rainy
day.
But my generous young brother in
sisted on turning the day into an ex-
ira sunny one.
Brother Provides Lunch
Bother your ice chest! We don't
want to stop and cook. I'm off for
the corner delicatessen, and you and
from-the-country knows how to do
things as well as city guys. This is
my party. Babbsie-you butt OUT
Neal leaped into action and into
his coat. He dashed out and just as
was placing the last of my silver
spoons, the gift of Captain Winston,
on my best luncheon set, the gift Nof
Sheldon Blake. Neal came dashing
back again. He was fairly dripping
his bundles. and in high glee he began
ripping off Irvine and brandishtng his
purchases under my nose.
There were lettuce, tomatoes, a hot
ro9st-chicken and enormous olives, as
we'll as Bermuda potatoes and corn
and a wonderful chocolate cream pie.
Neal. you're a generous provider!"
cried. Come, 1addfe, you shucls
The corn while I make the salad
dressing. A tablespoonful of salt in
for the eoffea-or shall I make 1t in
the percolator?"
Don't need coffee, -Babbde. Look
what I got!" cried my Drother, and
he began stripping the wrapptngs from
a big packaSe-out came half a doz-
en- bottles. of amber-colored beer.
'Oh, Neal. how could you? Envy
Mason will be disguised at your taste.
And I don't want you to start drink
| ing I won't have it!'' I said ansrily.
Neal faced me in equal anger. His
eyes flashed. and cutttngly he began:
won't you-just? Well, who gave
you the right to tell mel
But a thfoaty little gush of words
| interrupted u.s., .s..-s-
IT found theedoor open. so to prove
! how thoroughly at home T feel,
Who ever thought of this beau-ti ful
light beer?"
Neal smiled again. Here was JUS
| tification-but wished Envy had
| not come at this moment. I knew
that Neal and I must have this ques-
| ton out some time.
Skylarking IN Kitchen
Envy insisted on helping get the
| luncheon since she was going to help
eat "a1l her favorites," Neal almost
purred under her. gentle caressing
| voice and, words
| We fingered over the table for an
hour and then I was established coz
iIp.sin "a big armchair over at the
window, while the helpers happily
| set about the clearing off that is not
| generally treated quite so much as a
jolly lark Sounds of the lark
drifted in from the kitchen: laughter
and little: ordinations alternated
| with the fattel of silver and the
! swish OF running water. Then wild
/ scuffIirg and a muff1ed sound as of a
body thudding against a door.
| A moment later Evelyn ran In, her
| eyes dancing, her cheeks flushed, her
golden hair. tumbled.
| We're, through. Did you hear us
| skylarktns? You'll have to lend me
a comb and some hafrpins. Anne,
dear. It's later than I thought and
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