Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-06-29
Renting on the Old Camp Ground

get just teeny- weeny bit tired of store-bOught
food occasionally" Then she would smile
benevOiently ct Mrs. NGilfret, for poor Mrs Nil.
fret did not bake cakes.
These cakes presented a problem. They
were too soggy to eat, and the Milfrets couldn't
throw them away because Mrs. Petherton kept
neighborly eye on the garbage. So Mr. Nil.
fret was obliged to make stealthy expeditions
into the woods In the dead Of night, for the
purpose Of burytng superfluous hunks of pastry.
You can't refrain from eating your cake and
not have It'll
One night as he was tptoeing through the
backyard with q heavy slab of cocoanut cake
with orange hlling, he met Mrs. Petherton.
There wasn't time to hide the cake in the
bushes and it was too big to 60 into his
pocket. Desperately he took large bite.
All, Mr.. Milfreti" she exclaimed Enjoying
little moonlight stroll and a bedtime
snack?"
"Yumph," replied Mr.. Milfret, swallowing
Valiantly and taking another bite. Every fond
of c-cocOanut, am"
Mrs. Petherton was glad to hear it. and
promised to bring over a larger one next time
DR.. GOoche had been very fond of cocoanut
cake, too, she said but there were some things
that he just couldn't digest-mushrooms for
instance.
BY the time Mrs. Petherton had described
all the doctors astronomical peculiarities, Mr..
Milfret had finished the cake and was feeling
rather dizzy. He staggered back to Tumble
wood and went TO bed. Next morning he felt
i'll; he had Q StOmachache. 1t was merely a
slight attack Of indigestion, but it marked the
beginning Of Mr. Milfrets breakdown
Lying there In DR. Gooche's bed. with tina
GoOche relatives staring at him and the Gooche
graduating class giving him the once over,
Mr.. Milfret was beSet by strange fancies. He
began to imagine that he was DR.. Gooche.
1t was a clear case of schizophrenia, with
orange filling. He got up, put on dinner
jacket, and wandered through the cottage,
gazing at the now familiar objects Dart with
q friendly eye-the VanScoy appendix, the
anatomical charts, the stuffed owl the bust of
Dante, and all the other mementos of the for
mer occupants. And when Mrs. Petherton
dropped in that afternoon with more cocoanut
pie, he informed her that she ought to have
her face lifted
so many women, when they are 'roughing
IT, as the boys say, have a tendency TO let
down just teeny-weeny bit" he explained.
Nov, I could fix your face in almost no time;
it's very simple operation. You come over
tomorrow morning at o'clock and III have
everything ready. I found some old surgical
instruments out in the woodshed-"
Really, Mr.. Milfret!" gasped Mrs. Pether.
ton, rising in alarm. ct hardly think"
Don't mention It," he assured her, with
wave of the hand mo trouble at all. You've
been so attentive to us since we've been here.
that I feel we can't do too much for you-but
Wen try!"
Mrs. Petherton departed hurriedly, and she
did not return the next morning. In fact, the
Milfrets haven't seen her since. Occasionally
when walking through the yard, they Lave
noticed slight stirring of the window curtains
in the adjoining cottage, if some one were
peeking out nervously. But that IS all.
Meanwhile, Mr.. Milfret has completely re-
covered from his attack of schizophrenia, and
T1IYnhleUOod hos tran
fret, free from Mrs. PethertonS neehborly
supervision, has been able to carry, out her
own ideas of interior decoration, while her hus-
band carried out DR. Gooches ideas of interior
decoration-and put them in the woodshed.
The absentee landlord system may have
been a failure in Ireland" remarked MI Mil
fret he rolled up the last anatomical chart
and slowed it behind the kindling box but it's
a bowling success at GooSeberry Lakel"