The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1923-08-17
THE STARS
Daily Short Story
APPLE SAUCE AND POMEGRANATES"
By Louise Hubert Guyol
ANOTHER COMPLETE SHORT STORY TOMORROW

throps had about half an acre, but
WIN plowcd n himself and planted
and cultivated and"
Il thought no wah a banker"
You know he's a banker He's
with tho Orleans Trust company,
here. lie was a banker IN Boston.
too. but lac took care Of tho garden
IN spare timo and his mother
canned the stuff az fast as II grew.
O. the vegetables I've cut up. for
canning. ana tho apples I've peeled
for apple saucew
Whats apple sauee7"
"a sort OF compote-atewed
apples. We used 10 pick UP apples
by tho roadside, when We were out
hiking"
'1Imphe' said Merritt.
"well-every dish OF apple sauce
meant ono less jar Of jam 20 buy.
Every Jar OF Jam not bought meant
that much money In the bank. 30
they have bank accounts where we
have debts. because they can their
fruit and their cash ana we pick
our fruit blossoms just because
they're pretty. and buy our jam In
jars"
IN take jam In jars and all II
stands for" Ned Merritt sad.
and III take apple sauce" said
Sylvia Lea "and all Il stands for
SELF respect and care and"-her
voice broke over 30 slightly. "and
s.savinga--"
who speaks OF care on such u
night as thihT" VIII Wlnihrop's
deep voice preceded him around the
shrubbery. Did / hear the hiss Of
my New England serpent In this
New Orleans paradhe7 My dance
Miss Lea. What's this7" lie
touched red silk flower rosettcd
on an artificial branch. with a ilght
finger. one that rested on sylyla'a
white shoulder.
'Pomegransto blossoms. Sylvia
said.
what fort And why the bells7"
Sylvia looked al Winthrop IN
surprise.
ITS the bail. The subject OF the
ball and tho parade Bells and
PomeErnnaies- Browning'H"
"oh. ! see l didn't understand.
What's this7" now he touched the
aiken fruit.
"A pomegranaie--not a real one.
III show YOU tho real ones. next
summer. in Gnn'mcre'a garden"
Are they eatable1' demanded
Winthrop.
'wo don't eat them" Sylvia
tosaed her head They're really
jewel bags for hamBdryada."
Come on" William winthrop
said. let's dance"
Goodnight. Ned. Sylvia laid her
hand in Merriira and raised her
eyes TO his. In their starry depths
no saw much OF sorrow but naught
OF that he sought 90 hungrily
Goodnight" he said. slowly.
With a tlnklo OF bells and the
red flash OF pomogrannte flowers
against tho fiutterinE white OF her
skirts. Sylvia Lea disappeared with
William Winthrop.
Al midnight the carnival royels
came 70 an end aud few hours
later Ash Wednesday dawnsd, gray
against tho background OF the bril-.
liant Mardi GraA. but no grayer
than tho thoughts OF Edwin Merritt,
For 40 days tho city mourned. re.
pentcd and reformed and for almost
20 weeks Merritt did tho same
Then came tho carnival again with
It's week OF fun anu beauty. reach.
Ing It's climax aA before In tho gor.
geous parade and ball OF comus.
Tho streets were crowded. waiting
for the pageant TO appear. In the
crowd stood MERIT; and n laughing
girl.
She said something about money
and savings and Merritt. not even
turning TO look at her answered EN-.
phatically:
Well. ! didn't need TO belong 10
NVNhuA wanted 10. Whcn they ask
cd me. But put the money toward
good investment instead. a prof."
a shout put an end TO their con-
vcrsation. The blaclness OF tho night
had been split by n golden rocket
falling now In shower OF sparks.
Martial music filled tho air and the
parade OF Comus came. knights on
prancing horses, torch bearers clad
in red. flats that sparklcd with the
beauty of cloud and stream and
mountain, atop OF which danced
maskers kissing their hands toward
the balconies and sidewalks Of st
Charles ave, and tossing trinkets
here and there to the people in the
crowd.
Merritt" voice came queerly