The Glenwood post., 1923-08-02

"Glory Bel" Triumphed Lettie.
you just run down to the store and
get four cents worth of their best
popping corn, and I'll"
Crink took up his knife again. Jaw
Nothing doing, Lettie. What do you
take me for?' he scoffed NE, buy
ing four cents worth of stuff to Mr..
brakes! 1 couldn't hold up my head.
No man ever passes out lessn a
nickel"
"All right, smarty. Put up another
penny, and you'll have the nickel
that's eating you"
Cant. Them two cents are the
end for the week."
ITS the end of the week, too"
flared Lettie. Fork over penny on
next week It'll do your soul good.
This whole things going to please
| Penzie better'n anything"
Crink demurred. Lettie insisted.
Crink captulated.
"Now you're talking, Crink. And
-hurry-hurry
She was consumed with impatence.
She was afraid that the guest might
depart before the refreshments would
be ready. She stuck her head through
the door into the living-room.
"Now take guinea pigs, for in.
stance" Uncle Jerry was saying, with
an easy gesture. Guinea pigs would
be pretty healthy lot if the medical
schools would let 'em alone. The
whole point is"
How're you getting on?" inquired
Lettie brightly.
| This remark was intended to be en-
couraging, but it had a rather para
lying effect upon conversation which
had been in full swing. Miss Hapgood
| dipped her hook into her work with
unusual jerkiness. Uncle Jerry
glared-glared as If he didn't appre-
ciate hospitality at all.
run long, Lettie," he said briefly.
II got story to finish"
Feeling cuffed, Lettie went back
into the kitchen. But at least there
was no danger of immediate de-
parture, since story was in progress.
She got out the pepper, large dish.
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grew more and more impatient. Pres
emily she softly opened the door into
the living-room again and peeked in
with great caution.
Miss Hapgood wasn't crocheting
now. Her work had fallen in her lap.
She was looking at Uncle Jerry with
an expression of absorbed interest,
and there was n lovely shell pink in
her cheeks. Lettie had never seen
her look like that Uncle Jerry was
talking, but Lettie paid no attention.
She was thinking about Miss Hapgood.
She edged into the room. Are you
having a good time?' she began con-
versationally.
Perennial Prue jumped, fairly
clutched at her work. Uncle Jerry
frowned heavily.
Lettie, clinging to the role of
/ hostess, smiled genially. "You look
awful int'rusted in each other. | guess
you"
"Lettie, didn't tell YOU"
1t was Uncle Jerry's voice. severe
| voice, too. but Lettle scarcely listened.
She stepped In front of Prudence.
Miss Hapgood," she said confiden-
TALLY, "ain't 1t funny thing, the way
your cheeks get all colored up when
you talk to Uncle Jerry? Penzie's
| don't. Sometimes she talks to him a
long time, and she don't ever"
"Oh," gasped Prudence in pltiable
confusion, "lts only because-because
he was telling about" Her delicate
! hands fluttered In distress.
"'Shaw! Don't get so nervous" ad-
vised Lettie briskly. "Ain't nothing
to make you nervous. Just make
yourself to home"
She was very sure Of the correct
ness Of this phrase, 1t being much
thought of In The Custard Cup and
she was therefore hugely astonlshed
when she felt firm hand on her
shoulder, a hand with compelling
force that switched her about and
marched her toward the kitchen.
ITO think Of you, talking to a lady
that way!" spluttered Uncle Jerry.
you'd better stay In the kitchen till
you learn manners"
"My landy goodnessw gasped Let
tie, nursing her thin shoulder and
gazing wrGthfully at the closed door
into the living-room. "I'd like to know
what made him so cross. And me
being extra pleasant, tool Well, by
jiminy" she snapped. "rll bet l can
feed lady If he don't think can
talk to one."
Crink came in with the corn, and
Lettie prodded the fire till the top of
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