Washington telegraph., 1927-07-08

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was young and that she was exceed
ingly pretty. He ran a hand through
his hair in a vain effort to put tina
unruly mop in a scmblance of order
This movement separated the upper
part of his pajamas from the lower
land disclosed an inch or two Ot
pink and white skin.
"While | am cooking breakfast
suppose you will-ah-dreSs?" Sug
gested Sylvia. where Eve beer
working the men all dress before
they come down in the morning
I'm used to it, you know"
For the second time that morning
the professor looked down at him
self and this time he gaSped.
"My dear young LADY, he grab
bed himself about the waist as
though there were danger of his
coming apart. The color rose into
his face and spread to the roots of
his hair. "Sorry! Sorry and he
rushed out of the room.
"Thc dear!" said Sylvia, the
helpless thing. And he's hungry
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For some time thereafter there
was a rattling of pans and dishes in
the kitchen and at last, with all the
soiled things placed out of sight ex-
cept those which she needed, and
those things neatly washed, Sylvia
surveyed the scene with satisfac-
ton. II looked tidy and fresh in
spite of the badly treated walls and
floor.
"Thc life of feature writer is
hard" she sal dto herself, "but it
has its compensationS. And now for
some breakfast for that poor
dummy"
! The professor dressed carefully
and when he had finished surveyed
! himself in the glass. Ii had been
such long time since he had done
this that he was rather surprised at
the reflectio nhc saw there. He had
not aged greatly-he still had his
hair-and he brushed at it fiercely.
If ii would only lie down. Thirty
eight was not bad age for a man.
He adjusted his glasses and reached
for fresh handkerchief. All. what
was that? A savory odor, appetiz-
ing and delicious, had reached him.
He smiled broadly. II was good to
be alive. At length the little brass
breakfast gong sounded and he went
down to find table crisp and fresh,
a bowl of roses in the center and a
new atmosphere all about it-stimu-
lating and decidedly diferfent. And
there at one side of the table sat
the new cook, as cool and dainty as
though she had just come from her
own dressing room. At her left were
the electric waffle irons and in
front of her sal silver bowl of
golden batter.
How does she do it?" wondered
the professor. remembering Deems
Slovenly service, his habitual late
ness, his dropping air. II was in
deed wise decision to get woman.
"Ah, Miss-er-Miss-," he began.
"Sione-Sylvia Stone"
Miss Stone. am glad to see You
at the table," he watched the play
of golden lights in her hair. What
a change a woman could make in a
place. 81 hope you will always take
your meals with me. rather think
il is nice"
Miss Stone passed him plate of
waffles, golden brow and smoking
hot.
THANK you, DR.. Bradlee," she
said. 81 hope you vii like your waf-
fleS."
After that the professor knew no
more. Such richness, sue ha deli
cacy Of flavor he had never met in
wafflcS. They were wonderful-he
told her $3.50 were the eggs, the
crisp bacon, the toast, the coffee. He
ate with relish he had not known
in years and while he ate he talked.
At Sylvia's promptingS he told her
Of his life, his work, his hopes. his
diSappoinlmenls. II was wonderful
to have someone TO whom one could
talk like that, SO sympathetic, so full
of understanding. She was a re-
markable woman. He did not notice
that. upon little pad resting in her
lap. his new cook was rapidly taking
notes.
Outside in the garden the first
bricklaycr raised his head and sniff
fed the air.
by iingoes" he said. 81 smell
wafflesw
"Gwan"
81 do, ! say" lie laid down his
lrOwcl and followed his nose to the
little kitchen. Ia re he found Syl-
via bringing the last OF the dishes
from the hreakfaSi room. She looked
up startled as the bricklayer de
posted his great bulk against the
door frame and famed himself with
his hat. He gave her a leisurely
onceover and Sylvia gathered that
here was one who was evidently a
Sheik in his own Araby.
Say, Goodlookin'w he said. at
last. "Are my wafflcs ready?"
Your wafflcs? ! am Professor
Bradlee's cook. He hasn't instructed
me to produce waffles for anyone
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