The Washington times., 1922-05-12
THE LAST SUNDAY EVE
A NOCTUREE.
By DR.. Alfred II. Riedel.
Chapter II.

ksSA 49,
(Cspyrisht. 1904. ~ n. 7. Amsriosn).
Come over 10 me and tell me
something" she said.
Fredsl had brought the Sunday
paper with him. a. was his custom.
"oh. I want you to tell me . story
Il want you To love me. Oh, the
poor duck in the oven. II must have
been done long ago. shall get u
Immediately. In the rnea antime will
you please beat the cream for the
tapioca. and don't put % much vanil.
Ia In Il this time"
She sped down into the kitchen
where she had been using . great
varsity Of cooking utensils which be.
ionSsd to the lady Of the house. Fro.
dal was left alone. He mused:
"You dearest little swesthert OF
mine-you little lambkin OF mine
which l hold In my hands - how
many years have We spent 20 many
others company. Those beautiful
sIcursions on sunday in my noto-.
boat on the broad expanse Of the
water-thoss magnificent walks in
the lonely forest. and above all. the
never to -be-forgottsn Christmas Eve
when you unfurled that little silkcn
German nag % dear to your heart
above the burning candles. In the
half-darknsss Of the room filled with
the perfume Of the pine trees.
How happy we were, then. We
wept tears Of JOY on those Christmas
Ewes when We were alone"
Tosrs, Music and Kisses.
Now . tear was trickling down
his cheek tear he could no
longer rstard. He wiped II off
quickly. He was In Q mood to
crave music, % he wound UP the
Victrois and set the needle on the
record. He selected a record al
random from the large pile. II
was "Adieu, Notre Petite Table
Adieu from Massenet's "Manon.
At that moment Rens appeared
brins sfng the duck.
Clear the way" she exclaimed
In q clear voice, holding the steam,
ing platter high and triumphantly
above her golden head, dancing in
violent eIhuberance like Saloms
with the head of ST. John.
"A kiss, . kiss" she Added-"no
not to this time. to the duck In
stead--the little fat duck" She
laughed aloud In Abandonment.
Fredal In the meantime had SET
the table. 4 little hauble which
he had brought with him he had
hidden beneath the bouquet Of roses
Rsna cast q brief glance at the
! playing Victrola and listened for q
second. Then she cast her syes
upon Frsdal inquirtngly.
They sat down to eat. It wa
twilight. Fredal sat upon tn.
shorter side Of the table. the girl
at his right. with all those good
things In front Of her. The roses
had begun to fade and their fra
GRANGE blended peculiarly with the
aroma from the duck and the dell
oacy Of the girls perfume.
'oh. how beautiful this Is" the
Rirl commented.
Yes" responded Fredsi. 1T shall
always remain the way II IL today.
A Flash Of Temper.
II am not going back to German
after this season. could not leave
my Dittchen alone-yes, my dearie
will stay with you always The
girl ran her fingers through Fredsl's
brown hair.
How good and dear YOU srs.' re
sponded her sweetheart. He bent
over towards her and they kisset
each other fervenuy.
It was now entirely dark and Rens
pushed the switch which threw OF
the light.
ITO your health. little Renn," en-
claimed Fredai.
"Prosit," she responded. "Prosit
prostt, prosit."
But you must not drink TO,
much." said Fredsl. "YoJ know
DO not like &C."
She 1T another cisarette.
Drinking might ruin your owl
career some day II YOU don't dc
sist, my dear" she said. 1T nns,
lead you 10 the gutter"
Her tone was vindiotivs.
rredal vas taken abeck. tn,
sirl had always had = hot temper
but this tone he had never hear