The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1937-04-17

~e+.9s- DIT al 1Sn 1oSt, lamb.
cried on old Mitzi the minute / landed
and she's been working the old rab-
pits foot, il seems. right along. about
the Cleveland publicity Job. You
should have seen the dinner party she
pulled last night! Fourteen people
and an extra butler In to wait. She
put me next George Cleveland's
mamma again and ] think ! made a
hit" He began to laugh.
And what grandeur! Different
wine with every course like a novel:
ana after dinner she sent me out to
unlock the wine closet for more
whisky; and what did l see sitting up
but one OF those printed trays that
give you good advice-brand newt II
said Hook with Soup, Sauterne with
Fish. Champagne With Welsh Rabbit,
Whisky with Baked Beans and so on.
And there were all the glittering
guests sitting round impressed as
anything and Mittie-May had just
mugged it up that P. Nj"
Before Eve could say, But Mr.,
Cleveland comes here nights and over
most weekends--" MaryIin and Peter,
avid for news Of the city, were on
them.
Were stdrred for gossip" Marylin
said, kissing Denny and settling down
on the bed by him. Don't hold out
on US, Den, here in the wilds. Has
Herndon's secretary still a hopeless
pash for him and is Dick Midgett's
little Russian still princess, or did
she turn out to be Red? ="
And that was Eve and Denny's last
moment alone.
Dinner was hilarious. if you could
call it dinner. Peter was an expert on
stew: they had that. baked potatoes,
and baked apples with whipped
cream.
TOO bad we didn't ask George and
George" said Marylin.
Gosh, | wish you had asked the old
man over" said Denny. "Eve says he's
quite settling in"
"Weekends. George is the original
settler"
Grand" said Denny. Maybe
they'll be here tonight and ! can
vamp old Cleveland"
The first night with Eve, when we
were going to clear out of the parlor
SO tactfully? Oh, fe for shamel' said
Marylin mischievously.
well. we need him." said Eve,
laughing across at Denny.
George Interrupts A Song
THE Clevelands did drift over In
l their innocent and accustomed
way. Mr.. Cleveland had been playing
off tournament; he detailed it at
length to Peter. that most beguiling
Of listeners. George went into the
back parlor as usual. where the piano
and the radio and the little center
table and Judge and Uncle Henry
were. He was hard at work presently
on mysterious sheets of calculations.
while the old man and child played
checkers.
The Featherstones and Mr.. Cleve-
land and Denny in the front room by
the fire went at contract Denny was
good player. Eve deliberately left
them alone and returned to the check
err players. Denny would have his
chance with Mr.. Cleveland-and q
better chance. he must see. than
Mitzi's elaborate tnaneuvers could ar.
range for him.
What are you at. George?" she
asked idly. a hand on his shoulder.
George. pencil in hand. looked up at
her, smiled briefly and kindly and
said Mathematics of genetics."
will II disturb you if Eve sings
bit. George2" Uncle Henry asked
mildly. as he asked two nights out OF
three. when Judge had triumphantly
won a game and was obviously too
bright-eyed for chances of sleep. "She
won't sing loud"
mo. Il won't disturb me-" George
said. He laid aside his papers and
leaned his head back in the old-fash-
toned chair. Eve knew what Uncle
Henry wauted-the old Scotch songs
and the Stephen Foster songs her
aunt used to sing when she was small.
She sat down at the tiny green piano
installment-bought. that had been the
pride of her city apartment. Uncle
Henry behind her turned out the
lamp. The halt-light from the other
end Of the rooms was enough to show
her to them, her head dropping a lit
tie, murmuring songs she knew by
heart, her green dress flowing round
her. Judge came over and nestled
against her on the floor.
In spite of the disappointment about
Denny's job. she sat there among
people whom she loved and who
loved her; she was in the house she
had always loved, she realized now.
She went on singing softly. there in
the half-light. Denny was here. Denny
would see tomorrow. that he must go
straight to old Mr.. Cleveland in spite
Of Mitzi's speeious bullying argu-
ments. Spring, young-in love
Ewes voice swelled little, sweet and
clear and happy. in one of the old
songs Uncle Henry liked. -.
l lore you truly-truly, dear,
Life has no sorTole-life has no
fear -.
Georges chair made noise on the
floor as he rose abruptly.
Look here, Dad. you have to be
starting your tournament match at
nine tomorrow" he said, crossing to
the front room, while Ewes hands
dropped to the keys in surprise.
George wasn't apt to do this sort Of
thing, he loved her singing.
Eyes. yes" MIR. Cleveland said lit
tie ruefully; he never liked to be hur.
ried. But golf was sacred; and pres
emil" the two were gone.
(CoPyr;0ht. 1887, Margaret Widdemerl
Denny and Eve discuss Mitzi, Mon.
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