San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-12-26
The Making Of
a Husband
Ann Isles N eW
Phrase of Jim and
Amne's Marital
q Adventure
BY ANN LIsL1
BY ANN LISLA
Chapter 1SS


Copyright, 1875. King resturss syn. Inc.
. On the Sunday morning after my
night in the woods, and the conse-
qucnt plain talk" / had with Jim,
slept late. When I awoke the sun
was streaming into my room with
glamorous, golden light. ] lay quiet
for a moment, and then, realizing that
the black shades were down and that
the sun must be high in the south
west to come into my windows 20
strongly, I stirred and reached for
my watch. It registered ten-thirty.
got up at once and hurried 10
take my bath, feeling that it would
be time enough to wake Jim when ]
was dressed. But when ] went to
call him his room was empty and !
found him at last in the kitchen,
looking up ruefully from q griddle
on which he was making cakes.
They burn--oe else they stay
raw" he said sadly.
you're q cute thing TO try to
make them" laughed as went over
to kiss my absorbed chef-husband on
the only available spot-his ear.
II should hope ] could make flap
jacks" Jim said. "I'd be q popular
guy on a coming trip II I could do
that"
"It's a long time since you've been
on bachelor spree like that" said.
what are you planning for break
fastT"
"Sausases and bacon and sriddle
cakes" she said.
Mice MENU" I commented. ''Only
the bacon will ret mushy in the
tyrup, and crisp bacon doesn't really
seem part Of the sausage Sriddle cake
bill Of fare
Have it your own way" SAID dim
angrily. This il what / get for let
ting you sleep while / jump up ut
the crack Of dawn to surprise you
I'm sorry, DEAR" said softly. y
didn't mean to be ungrateful. And
! won't interfere. Shall ! make the
coffee?'
I've done that already. / told you
i got up early to have breakfast ready
when you come down, and now you
want to take things into your own
hands,"
"No. I don't" protested. II Just
wanted TO help
y Il don't need help. But you might
pset the table. / hate fussing with
hiSodds and ends of lilen bits and sill
Aver" Jim said with an ungracious-
.lness I blamed on the griddle cakes
and nothing else. EF
n Knowing what a nervous job it is
ITO make pancakes that refuse to
brown with nice, crisp edges, but man
age to be leathery black on the out
side and nothing but raw dough on
Hhe inside, / withdrew, to let Jim
lfigure out whether his recipe or his
u griddle was to blame.
/ set the table, sliced the oranges
and managed to keep out Of the way
while was making my contribution
Z to the breakfast. Then I tidied up
the studio a bit SO it would look
charming while were were breakfasting
and be easy to set in real order later.
Presently I bethought myself of the
Sunday paper which a neighbor lad
brings when the II O'Clock train gets
in with actual Sunday editions. 1
got that in and began looking at the
illustrated supplement, trying the
while to ignore the fact that I was
starvingly hungry.
At last Jim appeared in the door
way with platter of food.
Come on!" he said. breakfasts
ready"
came to the table at once and tried
TO keep any sign Of curiosity out of
my face when 1 beheld 4 platter of
scrambled eggs and bacon. IL was on
the tip of my tongue TO inquire why
the sausages at least hadn't been sal
yaged from the wreck Of griddle cakery
but some good fairy put her finger on
my lips and all I said was:
Smells goodw
Don't waste your time on ORANGES"
Jim said testify. Eggs aren't good
cold"
Wen have oranges for dessert" 1
agreed. Shall bring In the coffee
and rolls"
There aren't any rolls"
They are in the bottom Of the
bread-box in a paper bag" be-
gan when Jim broke in:
burned 'em trying to heat 'em up.
Why does your baker send such stale
rolls?"
I'm speak to him about t." I said,
swallowing a protest. But we have
bread, and eggs aren't much good
Nitnoub mat. 4 ~ keC some.
ITS toasting," Jim said. "I'D get
It, | told you not to bother. This is
my breakfast"
"All right" I agreed.
The bacon and eggs were good, soft
and crisp in the proper proportions.
But the coffee had boiled until Il was
bitter, and the toast was burned on
the edges. I ate and drank, how
ever, without comment. Jim's face
was a study--dark with anger and
tense with apprehension.
When finished m coffee 30 the last
drop he said suddenly:
You're a brick. A real thorough
bred. take my hat off to you. Not
an I-told-you-so' In your system.
You're a darling"
He came around the table and took
me in his arms. Why did Nick Perry
and Arlette Valleau have to appear
on the scene just then? Why il IL
that whenever Jim and I are coming
closest to each other life steps In and
pushes us apart?
(To Be Continued.)