The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1920-10-01
By SEWELL FORD.

By SEWELL FORD
CANDY family hadn't heard about.
Il am certainly ashamed of Philip"
says she. Il can't imagine what he's
doing"
Il should hope you couldn't,
Mother" says Edith. THANK good.
ness you haven't that kind of an imagi.
nation. And you know that missing a
meal or so is the easiest thing he does
I'm sure was never spoiled like that. .
Very likely it is all Harry Lanes
fault" puts in Mrs. Robert. "He wen:
with Harry in that crazy striped road.
ster Of his, didn't he?"
I'm that case" says Mr.. Robert, "he
will be lucky if he gets back by mid:
night. Harry never carries a spare
casing and his car is an antique; one
that De Palma drove in the first cup
race, believe. Probably they are
hung up somewhere along the road
between here and Southampton trying
to wire the carburator in place, OF
start the machine with the clutch
frozen in high. But Shouldn't worry,
Mrs. Candy"
"Oh, 1stopped worrying about Philip
long ago." says mother. "If hadn't
should have time for little else"
So when hears the front door bang
and somebody rushes upstairs and
down again was looking for dissi-
pated young wretch with broad shout
ders and square chin. And then in
drifts this slim .white-faced youth of
about half past is, with the tired eyes
and bored expression.
why, Phillip says Mrs. Candy,
shakin' her finger at him playful.
Late again, you naughty boy"
| "Now motherl" protests Philip,
Lay off that nursery stuff, can't you?
Anyone would think was a kid to
hear you naughty-boy me-"
"But where have you been all this
timer" insists mother.
| "Oh, just out with the fellows" says
Philip.
Il hope you haven't been playing
craps again" says Mrs. Candy.
| wouldn't it be awful il / had?"
says Philip. No never mind the soup
and fish. Mrs. Ellins. I'll just crash
in where you are on the menu. Mind
| if have cigarette irst?"
Yes, Philip is some hot young sport.
Dresses the part, too, with that soft
collar and the coat with the slit peck
cts and the thin platinum watch chain
draped across his vest. One of the
kind who has been brought up in an
apartment hotel, is my guess You
know the brand, maybe. They get
their trainin' from snubbin' head wait
ers and tellin' the room clerk where
he gets OFF. Interestin' products of
home life on the tenth floor suite;
that is, if you don't have to live with
'em constant. 4 grins across at Wee
and slips her the wink whenever Philip
makes any of his cute retorts to his
mother or sister.
| But somehow it amt until we was
havin' coffee on the terrace and the
maid announces that Mr.. Hamilton
Curtis has arrived to see Miss Candy
that starts wonderin.'
Hey, Vee," l whispers. gettin' her
one side. How many of the Canbys
did you say there were
'Three," says Wee.
Besides Bub-Baby Brother. you
known" l insists.
"Oh. that's what Edith calls Philip,
says she. Why Torchy? What's the
natter? Are you choking?"
ooh, gosh!" says /. Say. let's
trickle into the background and watch
Ham. Curtiss make his entry. It's
going to be worth WHILE"
| Uh-huh! 1t was. Ham. is all cos
tuned for his evenin' Romeo act, din
ner coat, shiny pumps, 'neverything.
and with that snappy smile of his all
set. Also his arms are full Of bundles,
all shapes and sizes; half dozen of
'em or more. With little rouge on
his nose and some white fur on his
coat he'd passed for a Santa Claus
who'd got mixed in his dates.
why, hello Ham," sings out Mr..
Robert, eyeni him puzzled. Been
shopping or something?"
"Not-not precisely" says Ham,