Gunnison news-champion., 1922-07-28

the middle Of the table WINS a ANAL
appealing tulip plant, looking ms any.
thing would look WHOSE sun was a
gns jet. This gas Jet was high nbsve
the table and fiared with = SOUND.
Better turn down the gas Jest
little" Mr.. Deacon said. and stretched
mp to do -. He made this Joke almost
every night He seldom spoke as a
man speaks who has something To say,
ouf as . man Who makes something
to say.
well. what have we on the festive
board tonightf' he questioned, eyeins
n. Festive was his favorite adjec-
use. Beautiful too. In October he
might be heard asking: where's my
beautiful fall coatY'
We have creamed salmon" replied
Ms. Deacon gently. -on toast she
added, with Q scrupulous regard for
the whole truth. Why she should say
this 20 gently no one can tell. She
ssys everything gently. Her Gould
you leave me another bottle Of milk
this morningr' would wiring q milk
mans heart
"weil. now. let US see." said Mr.
Deacon. and attacked the principal
dish benigniy. Let us see." he added.
as he served.
don't want any, said Monona.
The child MOnona was seated upon
. book and cushion. 30 that her
little triangle OF nose rose aduatly
above her plate. Her remark Jpro-
duced precisely the effect for which
she had passionately hoped.
''No salmonr"
"No." said Monona. infected up,
chin rsrtly pointed. She felt he
power. discarded her 'sir."
'oh pow. Petr' from Mrs. deacon.
on three notes. "You liked It before"
Il DON'T want any" said Mdnona in
precisely her original tone.
"Just a litties A very yftle," Mr..
deacon persunded, spoon dripping.
.he cniiu Monona maoe Yer lips thin
and straight and shook he'd head uut1I
her straight hair tapped lin her ewes
on either side. Mr.. Deacoh's eyes anx.
iously consulted ~ wife'3 ewes what
II this? Their progeny krili no. eat,
What can be supplledi
"Some bread and milk{,- cried Mrs
Deacon brightly, explodlHe ON ..bresd !.
One wondered how shef Thought ~ n
'No." said Monona, injection mn
chin the same. She wis Affecting n.
difference to this scepk in which no,
soul delighted. She t{risted her beod
bit her lips unconcern(ed (edly and turned
her eyes to the remdte
There emerged frol In the fringe of
tnings. wpere she pc e1petuslly hovered
MIS-. peacons older sister. Lulu Bett.
who was "making Ter home with us =
And that was preci&el the case. Thev
were not making lher home good.
ness KNOWS. y was the. family
beast Of burden.
Cant / makef her a little milk
toastF sne asked, Mrs. Deacon.
MIS-. Deacon hesitated, not with
compuncfion al accepting Lulu's offer,
not diplomatical1y to lure Monona.
But she hesitateti habitually. by ma
ture, as another nv nature yiyacious
or brunette.
"Yes| shouteA the child Monona.
The tension 5elaxed. Mrs. Deacon
assented. Lulu went to. the kitchen.
Mr.. Deacon served on. Something Of
this scene was Enacted every day. For
Monona the drama never lost Its zest.
1t never occurred to the others to let
her Sit without eating, once, as a cure
all. The Deacons were devoted par
ents and the Child Monona was deli
cate. She had a white, grave face,
white hair, White eyebrows. white
lashes She wai sullen. anemic. They
let her wear fings. She 'toed in"
The poor child was the late birth of
q late marriage and the principal JOY
which she had provided for them thus
Tar was the pleased reflection that
they had produced her at all.
where's Sour mother. Inar Air.
Deacon inquired. isn't she coming
to her suppet ="
'aTantrim.~i said Mrs. Deacon softly.
"Oh, ho,-4aid he. and said no more.
The temper Of Mrs. Bett, who also
lived with them, had days Of high VI
bration wh3n she absented herself
from the table az q kind Of self
indulgence. sand NO one could persuauc
her 70 food "Tantrims." they called
these occa4ions
Baked potatoes" said Nj. Deacon.
Inars gopd-that's good. The baked
potato c6ntains more nourishment
than pofhfoes prepared In any other
way. The nourishment Is next to the
skin. Hbastins retains It !"
That what / always think" said
his wif$ pleasantly.
For 4fteen ,years they had agreed
about tAis
They ate. in the indecent silence Of
first aforing food A delicate crunch
ing Of 'crusts, an odor Of baked-potaeo
shells. I the slip and touch Of ne
silver,
Mn, nnm, snummy-num !! sang me
cnld 4foa1na loudly. and was nusnea
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