San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-04-15

Dear. it's pouring" Helen gazed
down on the rain-drenchel street. I'm
sure no ones coming this afternoon.
DO YOU know what I'd like 10 do!'
Warren, absorbed in the financial
section Of the bulky Sunday paper
was exasperatingly unresponsive.
I'D love to paint the kitchen table !.
He left me little paint ought 10
use it before its thickens."
Nice job for Sunday" reaching foi
the ash tray.
lit won't take long. That old table
looks 50 bad with everything else fresh
and white"
Il don't care boot what you do
long as you don't bother me"
But as she started out he called her
back with an irascible.
Hold on, put up this shade. Jove.
it's getting dark. That other one too
higher, And get me that box OF
cigars and some matches
Warrens wants attended to, she
hurried out to the kitchen. Slipping on
A bungalow apron, she started on the
nlluring task of painting the kitchen
table.
The painter had obligingly filled an
old baking powder can with the
cream-colored paint left from the kit
chen and pantry.
The oil having settled on top, Helen
stirred it with the ice pick. Her only
brush, a 10-cent one stiffened with
gilt paint, she tried TO soften under
the hot water spigot.
Spreading newspapers TO protect the
linoleum under the table, she started
on a front leg. But with the small,
stiff brush she could not achieve the
smooth coating that the painter had
applied with such ease and dexterity.
The brush refused to hold the paint
it pattered wastefully down on the
paper.
Discouraged, she ran in to appeal
10 Warren.
Dear, how can I soften this brush?
I've tried hot water"
"Turpentine succinctly.
I've haven't any. The painter had
a can here. but he took it away. oh,
If | only had another brush"
Try a whisk broom or a tooth
brush-but stop FOSTERING me"
A tooth brush! Helen caught at his
ironic suggestion.
In the bath room she examined an
old tooth brush kept in the medicine
chest to clean her rings. No, the
bristles were too short and seant.
What could she use? There must
be something that would do,
Closing the medicine chest, she saw
Warren's shaving brush. Joyously she
snatched it up, The very thing. The
long hairs were soft and thick.
Would she dare use it? II washed
ont before the paint dried. would he
ever know? And now while his arm
was bandaged he was going TO the
BARRIERS. 1t would be several weeks
before he could shave himself.
If necessary, she could buy a new
brush. Vague as TO shaving brush
values. she fancied one could be bought
for 80 cents. And this was an old
one. Like tooth brushes, should they
not be frequently renewed?
Exultant over her find, she flew
back to the kitchen.
The shaving brush, except for its
short handle, proved ideal. The SOFT
thick bristles held the paint and APP
plied II in even strokes. One leg OF
the table soon cleaned a ravishing
cream against the griminess of the
other three.
Isn't that work Of art?" to
Pussy Purr-Mew. who was viewing
this unusual Sunday diversion with
profound interest.
Several lumpy protrudences on the
back of the leg proved TO be wads oil
chewing gum. Helen loathed chew
ing gum. With a screw driver from
the tool box she scraped off these OBJ
noxious mementos of Anna.
Deciding to paint the drawer inside
as well as out, she emptied the dis
couraging assortment of kitchen cut
lery. Tarnished spoons, bent forks
, knives, a sharpening steel, food chop
z per, pancake turner, and rusty can
opener.
A silver teaspoon! And after hel
repeated orders to keep none OF the
silver out here!
The soiled discolered paper thai
lined the drawer further testified t.
Annals sloven inefficiency.
AS she worked, Helen planned
stricter surveillance over the new
girl, coming Tuesday. Starting witt
everything fresh and clean, she mus
keep it so.
The dingy drawer, busted out ant
ystood up endwise on the floor, wa
soon transformed by shining coat o
cream paint.
She had finished the front Of tn
table and had started on the bacl
legs, when Warren swung through
from the dining room.
How're you making out!'
"All right" nervously, bending owe
to hide the shaving brush.
Huh, getting more on yoursel
than on the table"
"Oh. this old apron! Doesn't il loo
a lot better? And don't you think II
getting it on evenT' holding the brus
so he could not see it.
PUSSY Purr-Mew bossing the job
Go ahead, let's see you work."
''Oh, i never can do anything