Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-27
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thing In the world was important now, that
Red should get job.
On the thirOA day she had a telegram Got
the job at fifty per stop is that really enough?"
She wired back: Heaps stop and have
plenty Of furniture stop Dad says go ahead but
then he knew We would anyway"
Red wrote: Darling, I'm worried about the
wedding. 1t costs like the deuce to go to
Chicago, but / wouldn't do it any other way.
do think brides ought to be gone for and
fetched. I have three hundred in the bank.
Do / have to have q cutaway? ] don't own
oneas And III never need it again. But want
to be right for you. It's. swell about the furni-
ture, like the idea of having some of your
old family stuff. I'm saving thirty a week.
Oh, yes the job. Not bad. Small ONCE, small
accounts, but good enough for beginner.
Your dad is a brick And you are brick and
an angel and a darling And am trans
ported man."
IN February Red came for his bride.
The wedding which Tom arranged was bang
up, If small The hour was noon. The place
was Toms drawing ROOM banked with white
lilacs brought all the way from Georgia, be-
cause Cissy loved white IiIacs and only in Geor-
gia were they abloom. Tom was handsome
and hospitable, and in his heart genuinely
proud of this daughter Of his. But he was
afraid for her, too. Spoiled girls, Tom stin
held out, should not marry poverty-ridden
young men.
AS for Cissy and Red, they stood shoulder
to shoulder at the garlanded little altar and
pledged their VOWS in clear and confident
voices IF the truth were known, Red did not
feel quite confident as he sounded. Could
he, could he, In the plain, humdrum life that
was to be theirs, keep this girl as smiling and
tender and hustful as she was today?
But CsSy's faith was complete. She be-
heved in Red and in herself and In life as
she had always believed in everything, whole
heartedly and without a question.
They found an apartment in Dyckman street
at $45 month.
At first Cissy was appalled, by the smallness
of its three rooms. the dinginess Of the neigh
borhood, the distance for Red from the Office.
Then she began envisioning her furniture in
the little rooms, saw that the sun did creep
in of afternoons, and that the bath room was
modern and slick
They put the four-poster in the bed room,
the refectory table in the living room and the
chairs everywhere. Two of the chairs were
humble little maple affairs of Empire persua-
sion of that original family of six that had
Travelled westward with Thomas and Narcissa
Wilson in 1885. Perhaps on their return
journey they had creaked bit In protest at
being uprooted from their adopted country.
Perhaps they were glad to be back East again
after so long sojourn in a strange land.
Anyway, there they stood in Cissy's bed room,
stiff and decorous for Red to put his shoes
under at night, for Cissy to throw her brief,
expensive garments on In a pleasant, feminine
heap
cissy plunged into cooking. "They say" she
said, pot roast is cheap and tasty. Like it?"
MY favorite dish"
But hers was not the sayory, spicy pot roast
Of their dreams.
Dog meat" said Cissy, prying it with
fork
Send it to Quirk" suggested Red.
Cissy wrote a letter to the cooking depart
uent of Won1an'S magazine.
What makes pot roast black and rich?" she
requested TO know. Mine is grayish and sad"
"Ah," she said to Red when the reply had
come back. You sizzle it first and then add
bay leaves and things"
Perhaps the greatest day in Cissys life was
the one on which they sat down to pot roast
of her own making, pot roast dark and rich
In color, spicy and racy Of taste.