Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-07-22

bricht---unless. cheering thought, it was
iscouered. Investigation proved that II
wasn't lacquered--faint beginnings oi
tarnish vanquished that fond hope. II
was almost noon when she was through
And good heavens, she must do some
marketing The behemoth iccbox now
held little but scraps. She went to tbs
telephone. Yes. the butcher and grocer
both delivered, II they got the ORDER
early enough. Their wagons had al
ready left. however. She must let then,
know before TO-
II can have crackers and m j.. "
though vida "That'll get rid of some
of the milk anyway. And I'll walk to
town this afternoon and buy what
need and mast Petey's train and walk
back with him Oh darn! Suburban
housekeeping not so easy"
Then she remembered the d@iry. END
called them no. I'm very sorry. mad
am" said a polite female voice ct the
other end of The wire but owing to an
unfortunate occurrence of some years
ego, ge have becn strictly forbidden by
Mrs. Sanders to alter her daily order
In any respect. without letter from
her authorizing us to do so. We also
send 10 pounds Of the best butter week
ly. two pounds on Mon0ay. Wednesdays
Thursdays, Fridays and SATURDAYS"
But ! can't Use 1t, I tell you" vailed
Vida. There's nobody but myself and
my husband. We cont eat much but
ter. snyway"
"An you have 10 do. madam. is send
us a letter from Mrs. Sanders. saying
how much you require" protested the
voice.
Mrs. Sanders is on yacht. some
where on the Atlantic Ocean. can't
get a letter from her for goodness
knowns how long.
Then I'm very sorry. hut there S
nothing we can 40"
Well. ] won't pay for H." said Vida.
YOU can be sure OF that"
Under the circumstances" said the
oolite voice. Il should think Mrs.
Sanders would have to pay for 1t. You
would not be liable"
Vida locked vindictivcly at thu erray
OF bottles In the refris orator. What
wouldn't th1t DILL b..
So absorbed was she In her thoughts
that she cid not notice faint. per-
sistent whsrring sound that seem I'd to
come from the garden Al last she
heard II and went out to investigate
An almost square blue overall end
Jumper, topped by a limp hat, wss ep-
parently being pulled along by re-
luctsnt lawn mower.
Are you the gardener blythe hour
she ssked pleasantly.
He stopped. Gladly. A man with the
mildest ewes and touch OF whitish
whistler. to ei,ae MIN the look OF VII
lager Oh, OF Punch. ''YeS'm I'm
Brown" as said SLOWLY and anliably
II take csre Of Mrs. Sanders garden
for her, End p heavy chore 1t Is. l &c
assure Won. M sm: YOU might sey were
right In the height OF the bug season
81 present, end when I'm not cutting
the grass Tn always suraving some
thing: I never saw worse bug season
You got to fight EN- every day. for II
vou let en- get good start on you
you're ahsoiute;v done for, end OF course
right now there's whole lot Of trans
pianttne and r.arrangine Of the bor-
iers to attend -, ps veil ma'sm. b.
rights. ought to have a i1slper; that
Is. II Mrs Sanders gar6"u is to look ss
GOOD WHEN sh" gets back as when she
went away
You're going To have helper" said
Vida. plrnging into the middle OF this
rt.rr of wards MY husband II going
to help you: h. wants to do ii for the
exercise. and besides We can't aScr !
10 have YOU 50 much: we're not rich
like r.r Sanders. and YOU might rs veil
know il now" She found herself in
voluntarily using his style end inton3-
ton.
HAS YOUR husband ever done any
gardening. ms'rm? Well. thFn, I con
think h ought to begin here. h-oars"
in q garden like this, a professional i
he only rerson who ought to lay hand
~ 1t, IT anna "hures begin to mess IN