The Washington times., 1939-01-17


ticularly good dinner-onion soup:
roast beef with spinach Souffle,
egg salad, and fresh peach short
cake for dessert. I ask you! But
Mrs. Scott sailed into the dining
room, took one look at the menu
and sailed out again. Ohio,
said Tom Dalton to his waitress.
"heavy weather ahead"
IT don't see how Miss Sloan puts
UP with that old buzzard," whis-
pered the girl, land always pleas
ant about it, too."
Tom made no comment, but,
sauntered to the small room where
Lefty did her work.
I'm waiting to be summoned" "
she observed calmly; "our star
boarder didn't like the dinner to-
night" =,
Anybody who didn't like that
dinner deserved to go hungry, !"
Tom was on the point of saying,
more when there was swish OF
skirts and Mrs. Scott'S vast bulk
blocked the doorway.
Miss Sloan" she began Grossly,
then seeing Tom, turned on the
honey. 1T seems such a trifle to
ask, but if my dog and I could
have one or two dishes that were
eatable. I'm really very frail," she
went on pensively, land as the food
here is not suited to me perhaps
I'd better &C." At that she shot
Lefty a look to see how she would
take this blow.
THE LAST STRAW
Apparently Lefty was taking 1t
Ion the chin for not by a flicker Of
an eyelash did she betray her
thoughts which ran something like
this: Thank heaven we are given
control of our facial muscles so
that our real feelings may be hid
den. Therefore, dear Mrs. Scott,
you have no idea what I really
think of you What's the use OF
my trying to be polite to you any
longer?
What's the use of my holding in
right now when you say delicious
dinner like ours isn't fit for your
dog to eat? What's the use of my
swallowing your rudeneSS and un-
reaSonableneSS with a smile?
What's the use, I ask you? Then
distinctly Lefty heard Miss Adams
last words: My dear, I trust you.
That was the answer. What was
the use, and because of that Lefty
knew she mustn't blow up.
Anybody could be polite when
things went we'll; Miss Adams was
depending on her to measure up in
situations such as this. So then,
because Lefty really had what it
took, she merely swallowed, cleared
her throat ever so slightly and
after an almost imperceptible
pause remarked quietly
I'm awfully sorry, Mrs. Scott.
The cook has gone for the day but
if you tell me what you and your
dog would like, I'll go myself into
the kitchen and prepare it," Mrs.
Scott shifted, dabbed at her eyes
with a bit of lace then replied:
We'll, perhaps we could eat a
small steak and fried onions and
mashed potato with may be waf-
files for dessert-just something
simple, you understand my
digestion and mumbling
and grumbling she left the room.
"I think you're wonderful" ex-
claimed Tom as Mrs. Scott dis
appeared.
IT think I'm a fool. If I were
really managing this Inn! This
everlasting bottling up of mine
what's the use?"
This much. How would you
like to manage the Clarkwell
Tavern? No, I'm not off my nut, I"
he added hastily, for at the men
ton Of one of the best known
places Of its kind in the country,
Letty's jaw had dropped incredu-
lously, "but my father happens
to own it. Our present manager
is leaving and I've been scouting
for a new one. You'd have abso-
lutely free hand-could fire every
guest in the place if you liked.
Dad needs somebody who not
only has a head but good dispo-
sition as we'll"
HEARTS DESIRE
"But haven't a good disposi-
ton, faltered Lefty" I'm continu-
ally boiling within. When you
kicked all the time I used to
think dreadful things about you" ."
Tom laughed sheepishly.
cit was this way" he said. "The
minute I laid eyes on you I thought
Don't be the Butt Of
p a0NAR