Washington telegraph., 1927-07-08
A Short Story
The Way of a Wa affle
B V E. W. F e e IN a n

unfolded the paper and read it. |
gave a brief account of the wealth,
DR.. John Chrysosiom Bradlee, &c
centric scholar, authority on ancient
PHILOSOPHERS, teacher of sociology al
Bantaman University. At present
he was compiling a work on Soci
olOgy which was being eagerly
awaited by sociologisis the world
over.
What curse" thought Sylvia
sending me to a desert like that
There's not doubt but that dead.
lube Ed. thinks he'll kill my rccep-
ton. He may think again. I'm moi
ready to tune off yet and I'll get a
story if have to frame it"
Get mawnin' adishion pai-perr
shouted a newsboy close by. "Oh
hello. Syl. What's your sorrow?
Can ! help you?"
Jimmy. you're faint ray of
hope. Can you tell me what part OF
the iungles this creature inhabits?'
She held out the paper.
"Bradlec, DR.. John ChrySostom
1903 HillSboro Road" read Jimmy
Say, that's out of town-and Way
Out, what | mean. No getting there
and back on street car in the same
day. Better take a taxi"
Then call one for me, Jimmy.
Eve got to get story out there if
| don't do anything more than de-
scribe the front gater'
'Righto," and Jimmy gave a
couple of shrill whistles which
brought car their way.
The taxicab drew up before long
low wall behind which rose the
friendly gable of cottage II was a
plaster cottage, softly yellow, with
a gray-brown roof of quantity curv-
ing shingles and a red-brick Chin
ney towering over all
"A duck of place." thought Syl-
via.
Come back for me i'm two hours, -
she told the driver as she paid her
fare.
the doorway and Sylvia was begin
ming to fear there was on one at
home when she heard faint sounds
of voices from the direction of the
garden. Following them up she
found two bricklaycrs working on
the garden wall.
i Can you tell me if DIR. Bradlee is
in?" she asked them.
"les'm he's in." said one of them.
You'll find him right in there" he
pointed toward the study. lust 90
through the window there, LADY,"
Sylvia fancied he grinncd rather
maliciously but she had no time to
be wondering about bricklayers.
The professor had Just realized
that he was extremely hungary. His
book had, for some time, been los
ing its grip upon him and the
thought of food had been inSistently
crowding out Gumplowicz and his
theories of mans ultimate end.
EggS-how should one prepare
them? They should be placed over
a firc-no doubt of that. In a pan
perhaps? And should one peel
them first? Suddenly the brick
layers voice came to him through
the window,
g just 80 through the window
there, lady"
"Ah," smiled the professor, "Shc
has come. Molly was very prompt.
\ valuable woman, Molly" He
| therefore arose as a figure darkened
the French window which led into
the garden.
Sylvia, coming in from the Sunlt
garden, saw ghoStly form moving
toward her. As her eyes became
more accustomed to the subdued
light of the study she gasped-pa-
IjamaS-ccccntric indeed!
"You are very prompt" the pro-
fcSSor was saying. ''it was good of
Molly to send you to me. suppose
she has told you that have had no
feed since Yesterday"
Sylvia recovered from the shock
of the paiama-clad apparilion with
the troubled eyes and wild hair.
"The poor thing is evidently
cuckoo" she decided. "at any rate
il looks as if there is a story in The
offing."
yes" she said aloud, "She said
you were hungry. Where's the kit
chem"
The professor lead the way and
Sylvia followed him into a much
Soiled kitchen clultered with soiled
pans and dishes.
Deems was person ! could moi
depend upon" explained the profes-
sor apologelically. I'm sorry you
must find my kitchen in such state
OF disorder but he left me without
warning"
"Oh, that's all right" Sylvia as
sured him, I'm great racket al
washing dishes"
The professor looked puzzled. "A
great racket" he murmured. "Ah
no doubt, no doubt"
Sylvia took off her hat and flung
il upon chair. Her hair, released
rose in a rcd-brown cloud and the
light from a window falling across
II Touched IA with sharks Of cold