The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1939-1949, 1939-12-28

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Something's happened to our Peg
To think-throwing over a chap like
Ken for q breeze from the West!
Sometimes wonder if women are
wholly sane!" -, p.
It was some time before Mrs.
Connors smoothed things over. But
she did. And even tried to pain,
an agreeable picture Of Pelham o.
good good family. good posi-.
ton, and all that.
II suppose he's coming over fol
supper tomorrow night?"
II suppose So" she said patiently.
YOU'D think fellow with an ap.
petite like his would put on weight. "
Most brainy men are thin"
II like the good solid type. I'm
still roofing for Ken. But I guess
I'm the only one left on the bleach.
ers."
How pretty the sunset is over
Kenneth's house." she observed con-
tentedly. Doesn't that big purple
cloud look like a giant with a red
lined cloak?"
Her husband reflected. Suddenly
he smashed one hand on the other.
''Of all the dubs! Why, didn't I
think Of it before?"
Think of what?" she asked, puz-
zled.
He called her attention to the fact
that Peg was yawning . and it
was only eight o'clock. He seemed
to be in very good spirits. But he
refused to answer her question.
Mrs. Connors looked out Of the
kitchen window. why there's your
father coming up the path. With
Kenneth. You'd better put another
plate on. dear"
Peg flushed angrily. ''An right,
Mother. I only hope Ken doesn't
make any breaks. He doesn't know
any poetry but Edgar Guest"
But it was good to see Ken again.
It seemed natural for him to be
coming through the back door as il
he were one of the family. Pelham
always used the front door. But
she had to let her mother speak, fuss
over him. flatter him. Mother liked
Ken.
Peg went to the living room TO
call Pelham and the family sat down
to a supper Of ham. green peas.
and hot roIls-a favorite dish Of
Ken's. But Peg kept wondering.
What was Ken doing here anyway?
Ken praised Mothers ham baked
with brown sugar. pineapple and
spices. Pelham although eating raw
enously could praise only the book
he had just finished-Miss Marietta
Fish's latest volume.
''Have you ever read any OF
Fish," he asked Ken with naughty
civility. = -.
Fish? I thought you ate it,"
''Barton's line is automobiles"
supplied her father, laughing hearth
~. ''And he's a wiz at it, too. Best
sales record in the
Peg wished her father wouldn't
60 on apologizing for Ken's boorish-
ness. It wouldn't have been so OBJ.
vious If he had simply let the re-
mark pass. She noticed Ken's early
tan. He tanned easily. He looked
so genial and strong. The kind OF
man you could depend on in any
difficulty. The kind Of man you
wanted to scrub floors for and cook
for hot June mornings and-but she
mustn't think of those things.
Haven't you a hobby? What do
you do with your leisure?" asked
the intellectual Westerner when Mr..
Connors had finished his eulogy.
81 like to fish," replied Ken wick
edly.
Pelham was hurt.
Were you born out West Mr.
Osgood?" asked Ken.
81 hardly see how such detail
would interest YOU"
xAcu SIllACus 1xS hoo OH o6ASS
able smile. YOU'D be surprised"
las matter of fact" said Pei
ham, condescendingly, Il was born
in Maine. After I received my aca-
demic education at Bowdoin. I went
West to teach. Is that all you wish
to know"
Ken smiled again. what town in
Manner
''Colport."
, Ken knew it well. (Which side
Of the bridge?"
Pelham gave him scornful
glance. Which side would he ex-
pect?
East side"