The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1939-03-17
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brow was married BY q crease e
irnpatience.
Rob, win you just run down %
the store and get me q small sack
Of flour? I'm making biscuits, an4
haven't enough TO ron them out"
Roberts own brow creased n0y.
Gosh, Myrl. I've had q hard day.
and I'm tired. Can't you use some
thing else to finish the biscuitsf Bak-
ing powder. or cornstarch, or some
thingf Or let 'em 60 and have
bread?"
Myrrs frown smoothed as she
laughed.
mo, Rob. I can't use anything
but -four, not even talcum powder.
And you would have to 60 10 the
store for bread anyway. I was man
ing biscuits because the bread was
all gone. I didn't know the -four
was so nearly gone, too"
Robert turned YEARLY and went
out. He stopped at the corner Of
the house to see If the car was
out, but the garage doors wer0
closed, and he decided that it would
not take much longer to walk than
to get the car and then put il away
again.
As he trudged the five long blocks
to the store he was thinking hard.
Every evening that week he had
gone to the store to get something
before he could have his dinner.
Eggs one time, bread another. steak
a third. And two mornings he had
gone after things before breakfast.
On both these mornings he had al
most missed his train TO the city.
Thinking back, he could see that
Myrl had been getting more ana
more careless about keeping sup.
plies IN the house. There seemed
to him to be little excuse for it.
She had the telephone and the car
to shop with.
She drove down to the little sub
urban shopping center nearly every
day for other things, but she could
not seem to find time to stock The
larder. She was always meeting
friends with whom to visit over
sundaes at the soda shop, or she
had an engagement for luncheon,
bridge or tea.
Everything else about the smart
little bungalow she managed beau
tifully but the groceries were al
ways running out Robert reflected
wryly that il had become easier -
send him to the store than to ord
over the telephone or drive to tt
grocer's. He had become q Rlori-
fed errand-boy, whose meals wera
delayed until he delivered the gro
ceries.
He made his purchases from Mr..
Smithson himself, and after asking
for the bread that he knew must b
had for breakfast he leaned over the
counter and talked earnestly to Mr..
Sfnithson for several minutes. That
gentleman looked astonished at first,
but as Robert talked on he chuckledi
and nodded alphabetically.
TITS a 60, Mr.. Kern. There's q
lot of 'em do that way"
"Six-thirty, then" Robert said.
as he turned towards the door.
He whistled cheerfully as he car
ried the -four home, and waited
patiently while the biscuits baked.
Dinner over, they went to the neigh
borhood movie.
AS she turned out the living room
lights for the night Myrl remarked.
"You bought bread for breakfast
didn't you? I'd like q melon, thouGA.
VIII you run down to the store an
get one in the morning?"
EYES," promised Robert, with 9
grim note in his voice that Myr1
| missed.
When the alarm tinkled at seven
Myrl swoke and saw that Robert
was up and gone. She decided that
he had awakened early and gona
out to the store without disturbing
her. The coffee was just starttae
to "perk" when q fiivver truck rat-
tied up the drive and stopped before
the kitchen door.
Almost before Myrl had time -
wonder the door opened and Robert
came briakly IN with . nelon. H
such . Robert. He wore q big wh1to
apron, and . pencil was stuck
jauntily over one ear. Myrl stare.
dumbfounded.
There's your nelon, Mrs. Ksrn.
and q. nice one il il. NoW II thneo
il anything else you wish brouuhk
later, can take the order et7hk
now, or you May telephoae, hyou
prefer and ne poised m expecl-
ant pencil over q notebook.
Myrl had recovered her voice, H
not her wits.
Robert Kern, what does tn
mean! What are you doing Nh
that apron and that truck"
| We'll" answered Robert, mesa-
~, 1--WE GOT . part-tinse job with
Mr. Snithson delivering groceries
mornings and evenings. I've rot @
used to being . delivery boy
thought ] might as wen make n
pay"
| Myrl leaned against the table and
laughed till the tears came.
| 81 get the point Rob. Take tha
truck and the apron hack to Mr.