The Washington times., 1931-10-03
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Lldu USSII IdACI1 VAC PAONAOuo
Monday were already in the
rotagravure sections.
Chubb Osmund was waiting
for me in front Of the Miers
establishment the following
night.
Not the usual jolly Chubb,
but a doleful, almost fearful
appearing Chhb. He reminded
me Of a crying Kewpie.
Hello, infant!" called out.
Whats the trouble? Did you
lose your lollipop."
That used to make him
laugh. This time he sighed
like a fireplace on q windy day.
hoped into his car.
II lost my heart" he said.
"Woolworth has some dan
dies"
You turned me down last
night and went out with Nal.
vern," he said accIsingly.
Why not. Chubb?"
Wont you marry me,
Katie?"
Nope. I've decided that it
wouldn't be a good match,
Chubb."
But you half promised and
and if you don't marry me,
I'll take poison. I mean it.
I've got it right here with mel"
Il won't marry you. Now,
let's See< you take it," said,
thinking he was bluffing.
Quick as q flash he raised
a small bottle to his lips!
The Fake Poison
When Chubb Osmund raised
the little bottle to his lips I felt
my scalp crawl. I'm sure my
hair was trying to stand on end
under my turban.
had thought to call his silly
bluff Il supposed it was a
bluff-by urging him to take
the poison"
But I wasn't so shocked or
dazed that I didn't yank the
bottle out Of his hand.
Some liquid fell on my dress.
IT suppose it's acid and will
eat right through and prob
ably eat my legs Of" I said,
trying to brush the stuff off.
II shouldn't wonder-in fact
think it WILL" Chubb said.
/ stared at him.
The fool was grinning.
What was in that bottle?" I
demanded as he proceeded to
start his car.
Poison"
what sort Of poison-will it
burn me?"
II shouldn't wonder-it's
awful poison-speakeasy GIN"
You IDIOT" I said.
II admit I'm an idiot about
you"
you and your cheap bluff
take me home"
But it isn't any bluff-if
you won't marry me I intend
to poison myself on prohibition
hooch-you can't deny that it
is awful poison-I shall drink
myself to death, Katie"
Write some music to those
words-after you get me home
1t will make a funny song."
II didn't actually lie to you,
honey-you know that synthetic
gin is made from poorly dena-
tured alcohol-it is poison.
Come, now, have dinner with
me some place. I want to
talk seriously"
I Smelled the bottle. It was
gin, all right. I couldn't be
angry any longer, because it
suddenly struck me as mighty
funny.
The following Sunday I
visited my sister again. Viola
had made a flying trip upstate
to see her mother, who had
been sick. I expected that
Cora would again tip Peter
Thompson to be there. but If
She did tip him about my visit
he didn't show up. That
suited me all right, because we
would just get into a silly argu-
ment or he would spring some.
thing about the wild party at
7usie'S, and I didn't care to
have Cora lecture me about
that.
Cora's husband was prosper.
ing. She kept a maid and a
sort Of governess nurse for her
two kiddies by her first hus-
band and for her little son by
her second marriage.
Peter Is PrOspering
Katie. you should be get
ting married" she said.
Perhaps" I admitted grudg.
ingly.
"At your age was married
and had two babies"
lime enough, / said, with
a laugh. I was laughing at the
idea Of marrying Forest and
having children. He didn't strike
me as one who would care for
that. and I couldn't see myself
tied down with a family when I
might be having a good time.
Peter is prospering," she
said. meaningly, after a little
silence.
II don't care if he can buy
and sell Henry Ford. you can't
make a match there, Coral
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