The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1934-06-21
Frosting First
or Last
BY MAE LOUISE FOSTER
g. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
WNU Service

HFARLYT queried Glenn, poking q
II red-thatched head around the
door Of the tiny apartment which Alice
shared with a girl friend.
Perfectly punctual," Alice didn't
look up. Bubbles seemed to burst in
Glenn's heart and puff away his breath.
ing as he watched her In that ridicu-
lous frill of an apron. preparing din.
ner--for him.
He hoped fervently that this one had
turned out as desired. Others, several
others. hadn't. Glenn loved that firm
little rounded chin, but Alice was quite
as firm as her chin. No amount of
coaxing could change her determines.
ton not to marry Glenn until she had
learned to cook.
Up until year ago she didn't even
have to comb her own hair. Then
crash the family fortune vanished and
much to her surprise she found her
self holding Job. Glenn had urged
that If she'd marry him she'd find her
self cooking just as she'd found her
self working.
What II she said no this time
Glenn's heart seemed to part In tho
center to let an ice-cube through. She
couldn't say no today because the COM
pany was sending him to Argentina Sat
urday. He wouldn't be back for two
years. Two long years without herf
ImpOssiblel She must 90 with him.
The salad was good. SO was the cold
meat. The asparagus was scorched and
after the first taste he neglected Il.
But the jellied fruit and coffee proved
In turn delicious and when. Alice pro-
duced cake dotted thick with pecans,
he leaned over and kissed her. Per
feet" he declared.
.WhichT asked Alice. with q little
smile that shouldn't have looked mold
cd, but did.
Both" he asserted, eand the next
time you see me TIL have a marriage
license In my pocket" Gathering his
courage he explained quickly, THAT
export Job materialized unexpectedly.
We are leaving for Argentina Satur.
day"
Alice ignored his remarks. Ripping
q little laugh. she asked. Didn't you
like the asparagusT'
"It wasn't bad" he said lightly,
wishing he'd had sense enough to eat
1t. "Why worry about the sidedish7
The rest was perfect"
@The rest" replied Alice slowly,
scame from the delicatessen"
Alice's mouth twisted, "Once," she
said, Il overheard conversation In
which you declared can openers were
the first step to the divorce court. Re
MEMBER
But Glenn wouldn't listen this time.
He caught her hands tightly. -Just
because this dinner went phooey Is no
sign another will. Try again. Try
now. This Is q matrimonial crash.
Let's lick 1t. Is cake hard to maker"
Il never tried. but I'm sure they are,
why7"
Lets try one now and II It's okay,
wen say its written In the stars, all
signs favorable Mrs. Glenn will
learn TO cook In Argentina
They were in the kitchenette, ex-
ploring shelves.
There" she checked carefully with
the cookbook. NOW go away and don't
come back for an hour"
"T'll co." he told her, stealing q
flour-dabbed kiss. "and get the license
All the way to the license bureau he
was remembering cakes. Cakes his
mother'd made. cakes he'd pilfered
from pantry windows He saw one
In bakeshop window. three layers
with crinkled frosting. It looked com.
plfcated He suddenly hated all cakes
Back In front Of the apartment he
shifted from one foot to the other.
Half an hour more to wait. It couldn't
do any harm to sniff outside the door
One sniff was enough. He opened the
door, the oven. the windows Then he
carefully sealed the marriage license
and put 1t In his pocket.
"What mess?" he groaned, survey.
ing that thing which should have been