Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-28
Catching Up.
breakfast hour pas e d
peacefully. 1t always did with
]. Puddington Booth and his
Il Wife, Annabel Blossom.

n WIFE, AIlildDtl IolVSSOHIs
"Puddy, dear" soft words
"Eh. Annabel?" Booth ratified the
!. morning news.
Please lay aside the paper and
listen to me-"
Her tone more than her words
caused Booth to put aside the paper.
whats wrong" he reached for a
cigar.
"Catchup; my tomato catchup."
What about the catchup, dear?'
He got out the dishpan. Helping
his companionable wife was one of
regular habits.
"Rosfta has not come to help me, "
Annabel's voice was plaintive. She
lives in Shoestring Hollow below the
bluff | thought possibly---r-
THAT little squat of q Mexican
woman?" interrupted Booth.
Yves, the wife of our fish peddler."
Can she make catchup?
Presume not our kind but ! want
her to peel and cut the tomatoes for
me. And a little walk would do you
good Annabel side-glanced at his
rotund figure.
whats the matter with q bit of
exercise for yourself, my dear" he
returned the critical look. The Or
der OF Stylish Stouts has an eye on
you. Suppose we both go.
Fifteen minutes of easy walking
along a curved dirt road brought the
Booths 10 n string of Mexican homes
tucked under the edge of a bluff.
Red and yellow blossoms flanked the
narrow front yards and bordered lit.
lie paths leading into more spacious
back yards. The MeXican's home life
centers about his back door. Loops
of at n
Glistened like streamers of satin rib
bon in the bright sunshine,
The odor of Spanish cooking. aris-
Ing from some ones bubbling stew,
added atmosphere to the locality.
The cabin Of the fish peddler.
Pedro, and his wife, Resita. ended the
row of colorful house frontage. The
girl opened the door
ooh, Mees Booth--greetings Ro
sta ducked a Curtsy.
The Booths stepped in and accepted
seats. why did YOU disappoint me?"
began Mrs. Booth.
ooh, Mees, my man heem sell fish
ing boat and me no work now" y
wide smile accompanied her words.
You promised to cut tomatoes for
me- aggrieyed Mrs. Booth.
"Oh, sure" the girl again showed
her pretty white teeth in a smile.
Then why
Mexican woman on that day-now
me Spanish lady See new earrings?
Dingle-dangle." Rosita Wiggled her
head.
Booth grunted and Annabel laughed
softly. She had known the girl for
some time.
Your father" she touched the
girls swarthy arm. your father was
a Mexican fruit vender and your
mother an Indian. How do YOU get
Spanish out of that?'
"Oh, yeah" beamed Rosita. Born
that way, but my Pedro heem sell
fishing boat for five hundred dolla s"
The girl tripped across the room
and nearly fell on her nose.
Why the limp" Booth reached out
TO catch her.
New slippers with high heels
Feet beeg for a Spanish lady so
peench 'em small My heart is seem
ing so gay. We gotta five hundred
dolla's."
rs Pedro playing the fool. too?"
asked Booth. restraining a smile.
'tOh, heem happy,e YER happy.
Gotta guitar No gotta tune but
heem maka love song to his Rositd.
Heem sit under a rose tree. Tonight
we 80 to big fandango. ] make GOO
goo eyes at some man Pedro no like
and then my man heem show big
knife. Oh, what fun now we got five
hundred dola's."
Somebody might get HURT gasp
ed Annabel.
Pedro good fighter. Heem big and
stout"
Out Of hearing. Booth TRADED
against irresponsible people.
And why, my dear Annabel," he
continued, did YOU not give her
some sound adYice?"