The Washington times., 1921-02-06

Il under the lamp. picked . volume
from tho shelves. and. with q
. courteous bow to Lorraine and my
self and Pardon me-" sat down.
He was buried In the book before
We had left the room.
HE doesn't like to be comforta-
BILE, father. does heY" I asked as
we entered the Hall OF Persephone,
where Dinah, bare arms folded
above snow-clesn apron. stood at
the end OF the table with the air OF
q priestess conducting sacrifice.
Luke was awaiting US. Mr.. Ivorv
had not yet come In.
Never discuss a guest" ex-
horted Lorraine. sweeping ahead.
81 didn't mean anything rude" !
excused myself. Il was only
thinking that he seemed like those
monks In some OF your books, who
didn't eat good things and wouldn't
have nice beds Or"
Il do not think the resemblance
is very close" said my father with
a certain dryness. Besides. my
dear, Lorraine is quite right. Well
drop the subject"
Anyhow" ! said cheerfully.
"there1l be all the more pie for the
rest OF US. am sure, when ne
eats, it's IKE the man I'm Gilbert
and Sullivan's playbook-.We sell
dom eat. but WHEN WE DOv"
"Dara!" said father sharply.
filled my mouth, so that perforce ]
was silent. and winked covertly at,
Luke. Despite his newfound man
liness he returned the wink. We
were at one In our love of pie--a
love that. think, only children and
Americans can fully understand.
Dinah. with good cause this day
for her inevitable tears, did not ex.
hibit them after all. You could
never calculate on Dinah.
"No one would be a cook who
could go out and chop stones on the
road" was her contribution as she
served the food. Here have !
been standing In the kitchen all
morning, till my legs is full of hari.
cot veins, and for all my reward,
they don't come to dinner till the
pie Is gettin' heavy and the tea has
been standin' that long that It's
full Of nicotine and destroyin' the
coats of their stomachs. But
don't look for my reward below.
There's Those Above that let's not
a pie fall to the ground, nor a cup
of tea-which any one might allow
is better for the insides than a cup
of cold water-nor let's a cup of tea
pass without reckonin' II up against
the Last Great Day. Miss Dara. j
never give you bit of the fiaky
crust off of the edges; pass me
your plate. Mr.. Hamilton; IL you
knew anything Of the feelings Of a
cook, you wouldn't mess good food
about and never eat IT,"
II have no appetite said my
father. He leaned back in his chair
and looked absently at his plate.
II am thirsty" he said. He drank
his cup of tea and took another.
Dads scored two for you, Dinah,"
I said wickedly. No one laughed.
Lorraine seemed to be watching my
father.
Il shalI- said my 1ather, rls-
ing from the table.
Then It happened! He stopped
short in his speech, and stag
: gered to his feet, smashing and
spilling plates, glasses, dishes OF
food. His arms struck wildly
about him: his feet. white canvas
shod, rose kicking In the air. He
flung himself. in terrible convui'
sion, right over on his back, and !
could see that his face was blue
and his mouth open.
"Oh Lord God Of Israeli" cried
Dinah. Lorraine few to his side
Luke ran to meet her, and be-
tween them, without word, they
lifted him off the table and laid him
on the floor. The fearful strug-