Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-06-26

of those flats handed to Mrs. Bunnitt
a big market basket full of cleaning
black currants.
For your Miss Remington at No.
10. Left here by car early this morn
ing. Take 1t up, Ma, will yer?"
Mrs. Bunnitt went up with the bas-
ket to the next flat with the drying
gadget and its row of carefully cher
ished, pre-war American silk stockings.
Those black currants are from my
English cousins with that lovely gar
den in Kent" sighed the business girl
They don't know don't care for black
currants except in jam, and what Is
there to make it with, here?"
You leave that to me, Miss"
That evening, Miss Remington found
put ready in her kitchenet the washed
currants, the scales, an ample allow
ance of sugar, a row of small clean
/ empty jam jars and a super shining
copper preserving pan.
Zestfully she set to work. The frag-
rance of simmering fruit stole up, out,
and down the corridors.
Next morning Mrs. Bunnitt reported,
mo. II didn't even know they had
those jam jars till pointed EN- out
at the back of their scullery! Scales,
the porter's wife had Sugar was being
saved for my present from my two
old maids-beg pardon, my young gen.
tlemen at No. u. They take lemon. I'm
not so partial to sugar myself"
And the divine preserving PAM"
Game from No. ID, my journalist
gentleman"
DO you mean the Clark Gable-as-a-
Pirate?"
That's him. Happy as king to be
of use to you, Miss"
Whereat which the crisply business
modern produced an extremely pretty
Victorian blush. But I don't know
him! I should never have dreamed of
asking him."
mo more wouldn't l. 1t was my day
for cleaning it, so I had it ready
You ought to have seen it before I
got my hands on it. Mr.. Gum will be
pleased you borrowed it,"
DO you think he'd care for a pot
of my jam?"
I'll take it in now for his tea, like"
Presently there was knock on the
door of No. 10. There stood the young
journalist, all black-browed, engaging
pirate charm.
Miss Remington? I say, I must
thank you for the most delicious jam"
Il must thank you for lending me
your preserving pam"
Borrow it again anytime, won't you?
What's it there for?" ANY old
Clipped soup plate will do me for an
ash tray. . .. Gosh, that girls hair!
Wonder if she'd care to come to
the preview of that Russian film next
Saturday?
That began it.
The romance went on to the great
satisfaction of Mrs. Bunnitt.
Roses in Miss Remington's room
Two theater tickets on Mr.. Gums
mantelpiece. Studio portrait Of Miss
Remington in dance frock, beside Mr..
Gums shaving mirror. Snapshots of
Mr.. Gum in sunhelmet, taken when
he was over in Egypt, pinned up over
Miss Remington's dressing table Him
going down with her to her cousins
in Kent on Sundays. Then coming
back together, laughing like a couple
of kids over the basket of pears they
were to divide between them. Tele-
phone call, one evening, when Mrs.
Bunnitt had changed her time for
"obliging" in Miss Remington's flat
Virginia, darling! Alec here. Darling,
I'm mad sorry but-Oh, that you, Mrs.
Bunnitt? Please tell Miss Remington
I might be kept little at the office.
If she wouldn't mind going straight on.
I'll dash along the minute cam"
Everything going on grand. rejoiced
the sympathetically thrilled Mrs. Bum
nit. This was exactly what those two
needed. They weren't the sort to stay
lonely. He was just the kind for her;
and he was in luck to have met some
one who was just his mark. Only ques-
ton was how soon there'd be one flat
in which to "oblige" them instead of
two?
it came to a dead stop.
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