Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-02-21

!" HE new parlor suite had ar
rived that afternoon. Tod
Billings, who had been warned
4 to look out for 1t, brought it
from the station in his truck
and Mrs. June with her own. hands
had unpacked II. 1t was laborious
work and she hurt her fingers con-
siderably, but she simply could not
wait for Mr.. June to come home.
well, 1t has Gomez was her greet
ing as he appeared. She led him to
the parlor and pulled up the shades
little higher In order to let more day
light In on the new possession.
"Unpacked 1t yourself, Ell? Couldn't
wait for me?" Mr.. June grinned. His
wife pleased him very much no mat
ter what she did. And, indeed. she
was a dear little woman with her
gentle, anxious face and CRAVING hair.
When you saw the CRAVING hair you
realized that Mrs. June had had to
walt n long time for her parlor suite.
and even now she had only achieved
it at the cost of much planning and
saving and doing without this or that
Even at the last she had taken a
chance and sent for II rather than
pay more and buy 1t of Mr.. Snyder.
who kept the only furniture store in
town.
what do you think of 1t, Henry"
she asked earnestly.
Suits me-" answered Mr.. June. He
passed a hand over a plump arm.
Looks like comfort. You're a great
little homemaker. Floss"
Then they kissed and tried the
davenport and each chair in turn,
until the burning potatoes sent Mrs.
June scurrying to the kitchen.
She was very happy, especially
when Henry said, over the rhubarb
pie:
"If you want some new curtains for
that room, Floss, ] guess / can steal
out enough from my months wages
so that you can get them" -.
ooh. Henry! You old darling" She
extended her hand to him and he
clasped it. while he went on eating
pie with the other.
II guess" Mrs June said. II will
go to the telephone and ask Mrs:
Crabbe in to see my new parlor suite"
why Mrs. Crabbe?" Henry in
quired.
well. 1 will tell you. She has so
much and she is always glorying over
me so that l want to show her that
for once have got something as nice
as she has. Henry, I just know she
will envy me that parlor suite"
parlor suite is all right, Floss. You
made good selection, I'll tell the
world"
Mrs. June arose and went to the
telephone.
Can you come over minute?"
1--WE got something to show you"
she told Mrs. Crabbe.
II will be right over in about half
an hour" promised the neighbor.
h0f nor ri y~
suite long enough to come out and
show me where you want your gladioli
planted? am going after the garden
tonight" Mr.. June said.
Mrs. June left dishes and went with
him out of doors. And 1t only seemed
a minute until she saw Mrs. Crabbe
coming toward her.
Mrs. Crabbe was a slim, light wom-
an, with eyes like skim milk, a droop-
ing tip to her nose and a slightly
sneering expression. She wore beau
tiful gown of heliotrope cotton. which
she had put on obviously for the pur-
pose of displaying it to Mrs. June.
Now what have you to show me?"
she inquired, smiling loftily. ANY
thing out here? Your flower beds look
terribly skinny, don't they?"
Come into the house." Mrs. June
led the way with sense OF antici.
patton. Il We got n IlcW ps1IIOI Sulbcs
she explained, as they approached the
parlor. wait until I turn on the
lights"
At that instant she felt a clutching
sense of defeat and chagrin. Mrs.
Crabbe gave little scornful laugh.
well, forever morev' she ejacu-
lated. ''If that isn't the most bizarre
thing I ever saw. Why. the figures
jump right at you!"
Mrs. June stood dumb, her small,
patient face frozen into an awful
stare. The lights had done a horrible
thin to her new parlor suite; the
figures did jump at you, many Of
them, great bright spots of them. yet
b. daylight they had not been notice.
able at all. She caught her breath
YEARLY.
"Colors seen by candlelight," quoted
Mrs Crabbe lightly. We'll, maybe
you will get used to it. I never should.
Where did you get such odd-looking
stuff"