Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-03-31
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
Turin Cottages and Pancakes
Nv Florence NI,IIjsb


Tho two cottages were exactly nlikc.
Each had front porch with vine.
covered trClls. and each had n bay win
dow on tho side. one facing east, tho
othcr west. They stood side hv side
The ncighbo"s called them tho Twin
Cottages. They were connected by n
narrow passage extending from tho
west side Of one TO the cast side of thc
other.
But the tenants Of those rotlnrcs
were not ncighborly. Mrs. Goodwin. of
tho east bay window. and Mr., Goodwin
Of the west bay window. never spoke to
each other The brothers had built these
houses. had begun their married life to-
gcthcr. but their wives had uuunrrrlr,I.
years ago, and now Mr.. Avery Goodwin
and Mrs. Emery Goodwin lived each
olonc. nursing the old grievance,
As fate would have it. Miss Nathalie
Goodwin came to spend summer va
cation with her uncle.
"ISn't il funny. Uncle Avrry?" she
asked. Mrs. Goodwin's ncrhcw is
spcnding his vacation with her.
1T doesn't touch INV sense Of
humor." her uncle answered. coldly.
, I'VE met on the sidewalk in front ="
Nathalie went on "nnd we really hnd
to speak, though. of course. wore not
cousins
"Ccrtainly not" with emphasis.
His name is Donald Prnr. and he's
foorwalker for Stcbbins and Porter,
but he wants to be an artist. He has n
vacation over the dull season. aud hos
painting for all he's worth"
"Humph! ! should think he gave
you his whole history"
perhaps ! was to blame" Nathalie
confessed with n slight blush. II was
80 Interested that | asked him one or
two questions.
"Wcll. you have g omplctc nutohiog
rarhy now: You won't need to ask
any more,
stern uncle. She decided to avoid
meeting Donald and give hrr attention
to making the west cottage more hab-
table
"tnclr," she asked one morning,
"who owns that connecting passngr?"
1T belongs to both Of us.
"What is thcrc in it,"
Rats nests and spiders. probably.
never go in.
Does Mrs Goodwin 60 n?"
II don't know whore she goes, rroh-
ably not. ."
IF there are spiders" Nathalic pur.
sued twisting n dustcr. II ought to go
In.
Her uncle laughed. "Arcn't YOU sat
isf"d with making the cottage neat
and homclikc' without attacking the
passage:
Nathali" did not rc?Iy. Cur1oSr,y was
prompting this daughter o. Eve. in
hour later she slipped the rusty bolt
and. duStpan in hand. cntc 'cd the paS-
sage. shnddering little il anticipation
OF the spiders.
has taken this for studio."
Scvcral mounted canvasCS wcrr leaned
against the walls. and one picture. not
quito finished, stood upon an easel. Th"
pink color in NathaIic'S cheeks deep.
curd rs she studied the picture her
'iN>ru curIS escaping from II blue dust
Cap that accumulated the dr"pcr blue
Of hrr eyes.
"Why "'Shc brrathcd. Its mr."
\ bolt slip the cast door -oprnrd. and
Tho doorway framed the nth'rrir figure
aod rruu2rd face Of Donnd Prior.
"lIcllo!' he "Xclaimcd
N4rhaiir hlushcd and held out tho
c.I,unting dustpan. II cam" here TO
lcoi for spiders. she rnlt"rcd.
"l'ray don't apologize. We have equal
g''. here, YOU SEQ. gIan"iug around
At the confusion Of point tubes and
lru-h"~; my aunt doesn't ik" II
,iir"r."
"no"Sn'r she: | wish my uncl"
didn't"
lie lnUghrd. $50 paint hcr".''
"Hur You have painted me.
~ hHva dared 80 aitrnu that. h"
n Euowirdgrd. You SEQ. had every
thn- ! needed except a model.
II Gu"Ss you have succeeded, only
you hav" fattrrcd me.
"Flnrtorcd you. II | could do that