Washington telegraph., 1927-07-08
The Way of o. Waffle
(COnntiued From Second Page)

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afraid you will think me brute
He brushed some imaginary dust
from his sleeves and Sylvia saw that
his hands were bruised and bleed
ing.
"Oh, professorw shecried, "your
hands"
He examined them indiferently.
Not used to it," he explained, this
is really the first time | have ever
found any need for that art of box
ing since picking il up in my spare
time at college"
"You must let me bandage them
for you," Sylvia took his hands in
her own and as she did SO a heavy
step sounded behind them on the
path and they turned 60 meet the
gaze of Molly, questioning and sus-
piciouS.
The professor smiled. "Ah,
Molly" he said as Sylvia released
his hands, 81 am glad to see you. |
wish to thank you for sending the
young lady SO promptly"
That's list what didn't do, sor,"
said Molly, II couldn't find her no
place and kept thinkin' about you
bein' out here hungry and every
thing in a lrsS SO | thought to me-
self I'd lists AZ back and help ye
till ye could get some'n."
The professor looked puzzled.
"Then how did you know to come,
Miss Stone. since Molly did not find
you?"
"Sor-r?" interrupted Molly, "Is
this woman maxim out | sent her
here?"
There was the welcome sound of
the taxi horn outside.
~ nivver seen her before in my
life" declared Molly.
that" explained the professor, "but
| took it for granted" He looked at
Sylvia inquiringly.
81 did not come to apply for pO-
sition," admitted Sylvia, ''but when
| found you needed help was glad
to take the job"
Molly tugegd at the professors
sleeve.
"She's fake" she whispered
loudly. better look out for the sill
ver Don't yc know that wimmon
cooks don't look like that"
"She looks all right TO me-" said
the bewildered professor.
The taxi horn became more in
sistcnt.
"Yiss." said Molly. ''but, faith, she
don't look like no cook. tell ye
to watch her"
The professor looked at Sylvia
( Standing there with her clf.n smile
and the gold dancing in her hair.
WAS the Joy of the morning to pass
away? Should he lose that feeling
Ioi comfort and Of peace with the
world which had been back of his
thoughts since he had sat down to
breakfast? She might not look like
a look-still. neither did she look
like thief
There were unintclligible sounds
behind them and they turned to see
the first bricklayer. supported by
the second bricklayer. moving his
swollen and twisted lips i'm an eff
fort to speak.
''He says" translated the second
bricklayer, that well come back
tomorrow and finish the wall"
"All right" said the professor,
land thank you, my man"
Another voice broke in upon them.
II was the taxi driver.
Miss, the car is waitin'," he ad-
dressed Sylvia, you told me to come
back in two hours, believe"
"Yes," said Sylvia family, wait
until | get my hat"
Miss Stone, you are not going?"
cried the professor, alarmed, as
Sylvia started to the house.
'I'm sorry" she smiled back at
him, "but | must go. did not come
to apply for position, you know"
But ! can't give you up. | like
your waffles."
"I'll come back and make you
some more. sometime"
But shall want them every
morning"
He looked pathetic and il occur
red to Sylvia that ii would be low
trick to write him up as she had
planned. Still, il would be a cork