Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-03-09

the impudent minxesl How abou;
the soup. Lady Fair7-is il cool
enough"
A Strategic Stop.
"It Will be IN another second or
two" ] answered. stirring the steam.
ing mixture vigorously. Then both
stirring and speech ceased abruptly
as we heard Lillian's voice raised in
protest.
Ne. Mary. please don't ask me,
I couldn't taste anything"
Lillian's husband slowed down the
car. not abruptly-he IL too good a
driver for that-b but thoroughly.
steered II 10 the side of the road.
stopped. but left the motor running,
and turned around 10 face his wife.
I'm so sorry" he said. Il might
have known you couldn't eat or
drink with the al moving. Wen
Just stay here until we've had a bite.
Please hand me my soup. Lady Fair.
You'll have Il churned into butter II
you stir II much more"
He turned back 10 me and
handed him the cup with q mental
salute TO the adroitness OF his at
tack. He had issued no ultimatum
calculated 10 rouse his wife's spirit
or ~obstinacy. but underneath the
velvet glove OF his apparently courte-
Gus action and words there was the
unspoken dictum: We do not con
tinue our journey until you have
eaten something"
Phone the Catskills.
Harry" Lillian's voice was
sharper than I ever had heard II.
You know il isn't the movement Of
the car. | could manag an eight
course dinner OF a racing-car II /
rad o I'm simply not a bit hungry.
But II you'll 90 on at once. III take
a cup OF soup. another OF coffee. one
roll and a bit OF the chicken. VIII
you let me off the rest?"
Her husband handed his empty
cup hack 10 me, threw the a into
first and went hack TO the road.
That depends. old dear" he said.
upon what you mean by a bit Of
the chicken IL it's under five hun
dred-what dye cali 'em-calories?
l may have TO stop again"
IN do the measuring for you. Mr..
Underwood" Mary promised. with q
laugh. Here. Auntie MadEe. Is your
soup. The fish course will follow
Immediately. but you mustn't hurry
the butler"
Il haven't any intention Of doing
anything save hang a medal around
the buffers neck" I told her. and
indeed she proved her natural e.
ficiency most royalty IN the minutes
following as she served the sppetiz-
ing viards Katie had provided in a
fashion most convenient for our eat
Ing. But when we had finished and
she was repacking the baskets with
the comment tina we had enough
left for a Christmas dinner. | real
ized that Mary and | yer the only
ones who had done any justice 10
Katie's lunch. Lillian had eaten
what she had promised. but no
morsel more. and while her big hus-
band had made a bombastic pretense
OF enthusiastic eating. he had deity
thrown out OF the window most OF
the food Mary had prepared for him
an action which / knew was not
suspected by either OF the occupants
OF the rear seat but which I could
not help seeing.
II was twilight by the time Mary
had packed up the lunch again. and
when we stopped for gas. forty miles
below Kingston, the pitch darkness
Of the Winter night vas enveloping
US.
Better telephone those people
where you're planning 10 stay all
night. Lady Fair Mr.. Underwood
advised in a n that a tho
cpitome OF casualness. But I thought
| detected a note in his voice akin 20
the little. quickly stifled exclama-
ton which Lillian had given upon
hearing his proposal. and knew that
in both their minds was the query
whirling through mine:
What news OF Robert Savarin
would be ours as the result OF that
telephone call?
Continued Tomorrow
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