The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1920-10-23
Eoening Story
Jazzing the Quotes.
BY DORA NOLAN.

"Oh, Mary T.! On such a gorgeous
evening. why bring up Uncle Jamess
confounded money again? We don't
want any of it,
With rhythmic creaking the couch
hammock swung to and fro. Thru a
iatticed honeysuckle vine came fra
GRANGE and moohbeams blended by a
soft breeze; a brew which no 1850 law
can forbid. tho fifty judges pass on
/ Its intoxicating quality. And now into
this paradise of young lovers came
discordant note. Mary Elizabeth in
troduced IL, and tho the timbre or
Don's voice was caressing, she chose
| to disregard that and to take offenseJ
at his words.
| You wouldn't call it confohnded,
Donald Whetmore, IL Uncle James
should take 1t into his head TO give
us enough to build you a fine new gar
age without your having to work and
slave for 1t. It's up to you TO make a
good impression when we go over
| there tomorrow evening""
Now, Donald Whetmore, ike many
men who work with their hands, was
not given to analyze his motives. This
matter needed some thinking out, he
| decided, and who cam search for cold
reasons and hold the only girl in the
world in his arms at one and the same
/ time So Don merely answered in a
eonciliatery tone. Even If L don't
banker after his money, I'd want your
tuncle to like me for your sake, dear"
oh. he doesn't bother about likes
and dislikes where mere people are
concerned" laughed Mary E. Books
| are his hobby. II you Just allow your-
self to be bored while he proses on
about them, throwing in a quotation,
lcarelessly. occasionally, you'll get by
ali right
| What else was said-and left unsaid
that particular evening in the ham
knock sheltered by the moon bathed
honeysuck1e. can be imagined by
lyoung lovers and those not yet too old
to forget. 1t is sufficient for this story
some time later, he had agreed to
Mary's plan and carried away with
him a fat volume entitled Familiar
Quotations." Also that far into the
I morning light burned in his room
ing house niche.
| Because he was one Of those SYM
metricaily built chaps whom the gar
nent designers take as models for
their tandard sizes Donald Whetmore
looked very well indeed in his ready
Elizabeth was rosy dream in, her
frilly pink organdie gown and hat
The car in which they set forth for
, the eventful call was the best Don
had on hand for demonstration pur-
poses. All this grandeur. however
was lost upon Uncle James, whom
they found on the porch of his spa
eious home, lost physically in the
, depths of a large wicker chair, for he
! was a little man and mentally in a
, small volume bound in limp leather
, "Just one of my old friends" he
, said-in greeting the arrivals, holding
out the book as tho he expected his
guest to shake hands with it. "GivG
, me the old ones, every time"
well. give me liberty or give me a
lodge in a garden of cucumbers," re
sponded Don cheerfully. From ther
on this irreyerent young man totally
i - .11.1 49,
abeth's look of horror and Uncle
James's puzzled frown which changed
to angry resentment as the converse.
ton ran on something like this.
Uncle Jafnes-'yThis is Haw,
Dons"oh. YES. He's the guy who
!, SAID. The stone which the builders re-
. fused gathers no moss"
Uncle James-"Y man. yor
may be diligent in your business, as
, Mary tells me, but"
"Seest thou a man diligent in hi.
|, business?s He shall flourish like the
green bay tree" Interrupted Dor
fudely.
Mary (hysterically)- been sc
!, hot today I think my face is burned
. rubbing checks flushed with some
thing besides sunburn and hoping &c
attract Don's glance her way:
Don (sevefely)-"As the Bible says
Mary, One burnt child does>not fnaks
Mary Dumping up in desperation)-
"Oh, Uncle James, there is a thunder
storm coming. I'm terribly afraid OF
! them. man was killed by lightning
yesterday"
"Ay. but to die and go where life is
but an empty dreami" exclaimed Don
grantlly, waving his arms around pro-
fniscuously as Mary Elizabeth dragged
him down the walk to the machine
leaving Uncle James standing on his
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} his lips trembling with unspoken
J words.
The ride home was an ominously
silent one. Don waited for the storm
to break, while Mary Elizabeths re-
sentiment toward him grew as fast as
the little roadster ate up the miles.
After all it was the man who spoke
first. but not until they drew up al