The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-04-20

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bringing home and this is
the bride! Well, well, well! Does
Uncle Bert get a kiss?"
He was taking it, q little moist
ly and exuberantly, VIII en- the
Lemnkes arrived.
Sister Ada had none Of her
brother Bert'S joviality. She was
a short, fat woman, with an air
of expecting the worst at any
moment. Husband Glen followed
her diffidently. The two boys,
Edwin and Irwin, disdainful IA
and is, offered limp hands to their
elders, stood resignedly, waiting
for dinner.
well, if you're all ready, din
ner is" Mrs. Wilson painted.
Mr.. Wilson made his little joke,
"Since it's the buffers day off,
and none of you folks care for
caviar, why We'll just start with
our soup!"
Then Uncle Bert had his joke.
TOO bad nobody liked your soup.
Mattel"
Bee brought the salad on a
tray. Then the ham, all dec
Grated with pineapple slices and
cloves.
After the EXPLANATIONS over its
beauty, and a few more jokes on
the part of Pop and Uncle Bert,
nobody said much. They settled
down, Stolidly, to eat.
BEST ham you ever baked,
Mom!" Edward told his moth
er. Marie and I are mighty flat
tered at all this honor!"
Hear, hear" Uncle Bert cried.
Marie watched Aunt Ada
modify buttering a biscuit. She
thought: I wonder If anybodys
really enjoying this? I wonder If
it will really cost Edward his job2
1t wasn't the Sunday off that
cost Edward the job. 1t was a silly
little argument about service.
Edward was testing tires for
Press Hackett, who had stopped
by for two gallons of gas, and a lit
tie conversation. Some of the boys
were planning a deep sea fishing
trip a week from Sunday; Albert
White had the boat reserved.
They'd leave around Z and go out
to the Farallones, and then finish
up with one of those good old fish
steWs, and Stub Bauer's uncle, the
brewer, was going to donate the
beer.
Naturally it couldn't be dis
missed in a minute. Edward had
to explain why he couldn't come,
and then Press had to ask a few
civil questions about Marie, re-
minding him that hardly anyone
had even set eyes on her yet.
And just because some impa-
tent woman drove off without
waiting for Edward to come to her,
the boss got mad.
There were angry words. One
thing led to another.
You used to be a good worker,
Ed, but you're no good now"
mo? Why do you keep me on?
Just for the customers I bring in?"
1.-TWO gallons. A little water, and
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kind of customres?"
How about Mrs. Shiller and her
gas-eating, oil-burning> IL cylin-
der?"
"She always came here"
"She did not! She started COM
ing when I began working! She
comes to see mel"
If you'd get over that swell
head, Wilson, and do a little work
around here I'd keep you on. I
know you need the job, but darned
if I'm going to put up with any
more of your Smart-alec monkey
business, talking back to me in my
own station"
Edward told him what he could
do. The job didn't amount to a
row Of beans anyway.
But he knew that his mother,
who had hollered her head off
about the Sunday work and night
work in the first place, would hol-
Ter louder when she found that
he'd given it up. He decided not to
mention it for few days. Take q
few days and catch up with some
of his personal business. Press was
right, he hadn't been anywhere,
hadn't seen a soul since he got
back.
Things were strained at home,
anyway. Bee, for all her unex-
pected championing Of Marie,
wouldn't give him any peace about
the board. To do her credit, she
did choose moments when Marie
was out Of the house, but it made
him mad Just the same.
II don't expect you to pay dou-
BILE what I pay" she said, "but !
think you ought to pay as much.
While you were out Of work kept
quiet, I just paid and paid and
paid. Now that you're working,
and have brought home a wife,
can't see any good reason why you
don't at least pay for one. I get
a good salary, yes - but I work
hard for it, and I shouldn't have
to do everything. That tea
gave"
Edward groaned, but there was
no stopping her when she got
wound up. That tea gave cost
me almost $35, and I had to get q
new dress for it, tool"
THAT, too, was on my account?"
Edward suggested.
1T was on Marie'S account. Ed
die, I'm trying not to get mad at
you, but you haven't done a single
thing for Marie since you married
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