The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-12-08
A Delightful Narrative Of Domestic
Life by a Popular Magazine
Writer.

everybody else was most well be.
haved-"
The story went on and on,
Philip listening with encouraging
mods and smiles, while Alice di-
vested the child Of bonnet and
cape, and changed her dress.
Philip continued to linger, fas-
cinated by, his small daughters
condolences, but presently, the
nurse announced it was time to
go downstairs for supper.
1T like to have you come and
call on me like this" Lucy said
tc her father, departing. "Win
you do it again soon. Daddy?"
He promised. chuclxling. heaved
himself up from his low seat, ana
followed the two downstairs.
He paused q moment as he
reached the lower haIl, but there
was reassuring silence. He had
not seen Leila for a day or two:
he avoided meeting her AZ much
as possible. They occasionally
shared a somewhat silent meal
together. But tonight as he
glanced into the dining-room he
noted with surprise there were
no preparations for dinner. The
tapestry cloth that covered the
table during the day was still in
place. The ebony clock above the
rnantelpiece pointed to the half
hour; dinner usually was at a.
He made his way to the pantry
swing-door, showed It back and
peered within. Daniel. the colured
butler, was there, tilted back
against the sink in chair, read
ing the remnants Of the morning
paper.
mo dinner tonight, Daniel?''
The man righted his chair. and
rose respectfully to his feet.
Mrs. Baldwin said she was
dining out tonight. Told me to
phone the garage to have the
car round at quarter to" s.
''Oh-h," Philip said with, a row
ing eye about the pantry. Moth
ing for me, hey?"
Missus never said nothin' about
you, Mr.. Baldwin," Daniel said.
with a cooked eyebrow as If. try
ing to remember. IT'S the cooks
night off," he added.
"Ah. I see."
As Philip seemed stiII to hest.
tate. the butler offered a sug.
gestion.
= could get you up cold bite,
Mr.. Baldwin. Wouldn't
take me more AN fifteen
minutes"
Philip considered. What YOU
got?" he inquired.
Well, there's some cold hahn
I know we co. some cold ham,
and I guess there's q can Of
beans I could heat up for you
ana a bottle Of beer.
How'd that do, STRIP
Philip twiddled his fingers
against his lips as he celebrated,
then fixed the butler with dubious
study.
Don't sound very filling. Guess
I'll go downtown"
Might be some lettuce in the
les chest" suggested Daniel. "I
could fix you up little
salad, maybe . Ysee-
Mrs. Baldwin never said moth.
ing. = ." q
81 know. I know. Guess I'd
better go downtown" His eye
Lit up as a comforting thought
occurred to him.
Perhaps there's a bite of
cheese" persisted the man. -
"I'll go see."
Mono, never mind, Daniel
don't you bother. I found q
new little restaurant the other
day where they give you q spIen-
did table d'hote-excellent food,
and serve you with the best
shrirnps ever tasted"
Very well, SIR"
Philip was about to turn away,
when he caught the sound OF his
daughters voice in the kitchen
beyond. He pushed through the
swing doors for a glimpse Of her.
She and nurse were having sup
per on the oil-clothed kitchen
table. Lucy was deep in her
bowl of milk and crackers, but
before the nurse was a large
smoking plate of broiled chops,
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