Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-12-12

ooh, mommy. lift thought you
did"
II do. Why not? A fine young man
what my girl is in love with Every
mother should have 1t So"
'Mommy. you mean itT'
IL tell you I feel fine. You don't need
| to feel bad or cry another minute
can tell you I feel happy. Tomorrow
at Atlantic City il such a rascal don't
tell me for himself. IL ask him right
"Maw
| FOR why yet he should wait tin he's
got better prospects-so his mother-in-
law can hang on? 1 guess not .,,,
feel like that about it. Why. you can
| keep putting OF the lease. ma II It's
only for six months. and then we-weh
"of course, baby. Mamma knows or
counsel"
"He-r just can't begin to tell you.
ma, the kind Of fellow Leo Is till you
know him better. momny dear.
always vetsburg says he's wide
awake one!''
"That's Just what he is, ma He's
| lust a prince if-if there ever was one;
| One little prince Of a fellow. She fei
to crying softly. easy tears that flowed
freely.
! "Mommy dear. kiss me-"
| They talked, huddled arm in arm. un,
! til dawn flowed in at the window ana
/ dirty roofs began to snow againse ZIG
asphalt court and there came Inc RAJ
! tie of milk cans.
III wonder If Annie left out the note
| for Mrs Suss's extra milk ,
Don't get up dearie' H' ~
fright away. baby, with extra tow
els / must run UP to Miss Floras
| room, That 8 o'clock train for Tren-
ton she gets"
"Ma dear. let me CO."
| sT.ay right where you are!1 I guess
Won want you should look all worn
out when q certain young man what
| I know walks down to meet our train
at Atlantic City this afternpo9s enE
"Oh. mommy, mommy. f.ee MI.
io AZ II the morning rose to its, eli:
max-the butcher, the baker. ana
every sort of maker hustling IN. ana
out the basementway: the sweeping OF
unstairs halls: windows flung open
land lace curtains looped high; the
smell of spring pouring In. even from
asphalt; sounds of scrubbing from
various stoops; shouts OF orrVeIs Aron
urday morning blockade OF delivery
wagons and a crosstown line OF motor
cars, tops back and nosing tor the
speedway of upper Broadway.
home bs,e e9uaae' Kitchen. drifting up
through the halls the smell OF mutton
bubbling as it stewed.g
| After a morning of upstairs ana
downstairs and in and out OF cnam
bers, Mrs. Kaufman. enveloped in q
llong-sleeved apron still angular with
| starch. hung up the telephone re-
ceiver in the, hall just beneath the
staircase and entered her bedroom.
sitting down rather heavily beside
the open shelf Of her desk. A long
envelope lay uppermost on that desk.
and she took it up slowly, blinking
her eyes shut, and holding tnem
squeezed tight as II she would press
| through, She blinked it back. but
| her mouth was wry with the taste OF
A slatternly maid poked her head in
through the open door. Mrs. katz
Take the one off Mr. Krakow's
washstand and give it to her. Title
She was crying now frankly, and
when the door swung BACK again on
! fall forward into the pillow OF her
I arms, the curve of her back rising and
| falling.
Tut after a while the greengrocer
d came on his monthly mission. in
Ibis white apron and shirt sleeves, and
she compared stubs with him from a
file on her desk and balanced her ac-
count with careful squinted glance
and a keen eye for an overcharge on a
cut of breakfast bacon.
On the very heels of him. SO that
they met and danced to pass each
ether in the doorway. Mr.. Vetsburg
entered with an overcoat flung across
| his right arm and his left sagging to
small black travelling bag.
IS - ~lf L. "a
frame of the open door. his derby well
back on his head and regarding her
there beside the small desk. lis this
what you call ready at twelve?"
She rose and moved forward in her
sfacky starshe q sna right kno pIss'e
"You don't mean you're not going"
he exclaimed, the lifted quality i'm
mediately dropping from his voice.
"You-you got to excuse me again
Mr.. vetsburg. It ain's no use should a
try to get away on Saturdays, much
less Easter Saturday"
We'll. of all things!
Fright away, the last minute, Mr..
vetsburg. right one things after an
other"
"Maybe, Mrs. Kaufman" he said.
cit amt none of my business. but amt
LIE a shame a good business woman
like you should let herself always be +,
tied down to such house like she
was married to it?''
"But-
cant get away on Saturdays. Just
like it amt the same any other day in
the week, I ask you! Saturday you
blame it on yet"
She lifted the apron from her hem,
her voice hurrying. You can see for
yourself. Mr.. Vetsburg. how in my
brown silk all ready was. Even
even Ruby don't know yet don't 60.
Down by Gimp's sent her she should
buy herself one of them red straw
hats is the fad with the girls now.
She meets us down byfhe station"
That's a fine come-on. amt 1t. to
disa ppoint-"
AT the last minute, Mr.. yetsburg.
how things can happen. Out of \
clear sky Mrs. Finshriber has to- :
morrow for Easter dinner that skin
doctor. Abrams, and his wife she's so
particular about. And Annie with her
"A little shyster doctor like Abrams.
with his advertisements all over the
newspapers. should sponge on you
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