Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-07-10

Yes" Elmer heard himself distinct.
~ replying.
Bring her along" Mrs. Meddy in.
vited.
Elmers face blazed. Il don't know
/ her we'll enough" he confessed.
"Who is she, and III ask her" Mrs.
Meddy cried, as il she had found a
final resort.
But Elmer refused outright, and
his thanks came like a postscript
Looking enormously chastened, with
his hair brushed. at s o'clock he climb
ed the stairs with Mr.. Meddy. The
prescription clerk looked enviously
after them Already the clerk could
SAVIOR on the air the odor Of roast
| chicken, challenging his chemicals
But obviously back at him looked
Elmer. from the very jaws of the
| fowl. For what If she should come in
the store again, say, to telephone?
Mr.. Meddy, coatless, quizzical,
moved along the golden oak. the cray
ons on the wall. the Administer
carpets. Mrs. Meddy, il henna crepe,
evening rouge laid on over afternoon
rouge, said Hello, Elmer. Bring
your appetite along?" They went into
the dining room, little and sad room
which seemed to have absented itself
in favor OF its vast round table, its
enormous buffet, and its eight leather.
upholstered chairs, ranged cheek to
cheek. The only remaining space was
occupied by a canary that had Just
clearing enough to sing a squeezed-in
song.
But to Elmer, no limitation was WISH
bic. A home it was! CoZy little din
ing room. (Minnie. Minnie Little J
Furniture and walls flowed together
I1oA hn nf CHI
and grill.
Park yourself" said Mrs. Needy.
These words. as used in hospitality.
she had only lately heard. and she
cast a glance for the tribute of Elmer S
smile. Elmer remained grave.
"Murderation. where's the gravy"
the hostess inquired. She rang call
bell. and in came fat maid to whom
Mrs. Meddy repeated this inquiry, in
these terms.
"'Tain't quite cooked down." said
the maid, with a look of injury.
Deliver it, all the same" directed
Mrs. Meddy. Its time it was"
II never see such a house." said the
maid. and went. She ran, as an emo
tional outlet.
white meat or dark?" inquired Mr..
Meddy methodically.
Dark" Elmer replied dutifully
COR anything" he added weakly. as a
concession to a sharp preference for
white.
Dark it shall be. then" ruled Mr.
Meddy obtusely, and divided the breast
with his helpmate.
Funny boy to prefer dark" said
Mrs Meddy.
"Yes'm,' said Elmer.
* *
THE talk led exclusively to food
l. topics. Some of this? More Of
that? Didn't he like it? Well, then,
why didn't he eat it. Incredible init.
macies of the palate. Mr.. Meddy
wished to know why they didn't ever
have squash any more. Even when
he had been answered that they did
have it, but that they couldn't have
it every day. could they? yet he pur.
sued the inexhausible subject. Squash
nowhere was a vegetable. But to
Elmer, the hour and the talk meant
only 4 fat in heaven where, some day,
he and she might give a dinner. too.
"Dance?' Mrs. Meddy inquired Of
Elmer, cutting Mr.. Meddy short.
He said that he did.
How'd you like to go over to the
Winter Palace?"
Sounds good" said Elmer.
ut is good said Mrs. Needy
Swell band. Swell lockers. Nice
class Of strangers. Wen go over for a
while"
Mr.. Meddy's reply came with the
abruptness Of cuckoo clock.
"Will your" said he. "And who's
goin' to feed the soda patients?"
you are" said Mrs. Meddy.
Like lambs / am"