The Saturday evening post . s does, murmured Goldie lightly asshe disappeared within the screen door. And Mrs. Greensighed. It was a quarter of an hour later that P. Heigham Green,carrying a small parcel, stole in at the rear gate, slipped inthrough the side door and tiptoed up the back stairs to hisroom. There his younger brother found him before the mirrorwith a hand cupped over his left eye. Whats the matter? asked Anderson. Nothing! was the somewhat gruff reply. Arent you going to change your clothes? Its suppertime. Papa wants everybody down on time. That mansgoing to be here about the ne
The Saturday evening post . s does, murmured Goldie lightly asshe disappeared within the screen door. And Mrs. Greensighed. It was a quarter of an hour later that P. Heigham Green,carrying a small parcel, stole in at the rear gate, slipped inthrough the side door and tiptoed up the back stairs to hisroom. There his younger brother found him before the mirrorwith a hand cupped over his left eye. Whats the matter? asked Anderson. Nothing! was the somewhat gruff reply. Arent you going to change your clothes? Its suppertime. Papa wants everybody down on time. That mansgoing to be here about the new agency. I dont know as Ill come down at all. Why not? Say, whats the matter with your eye?What you got there—raw meat? Good Lord, Perce,youve been in a fight! I wish youd go along! I didnt know you had it in you. Lets see it. Thinking perhaps to win a friendly silence, P. Heighamlowered the bit of steak, exhibiting a purple swelling. Its spreading, he explained miserably. Then addedwith a touch of vigor: You go on Demurely, at the Long Marble Fountain, She Ordered Chocolate. Time Hunting Through Her Purse for Change ButwhatU I say? Mamma sent me up to see if you wereready. Say anything! Keep your head shut! Oh—maybeIll come. How do I know—with company here, andevery Youre too sensitive, Perce! The youth examined thebruise with a delighted interest. It wan spreading. Go away, please! cried the elder brother, drawinghimself up. Ive simply got to be alone now. Reluctantly young Anderson withdrew and, all dan-gling arms and legs, booming in the manner of a saxophoneone of the primitive melodic rhythms known genericallyas jazz which seemed during this period to fill his life, wentdown the stairs. Goldie, who occupied the front bedroom, was inter-rupted in a delicate manipulation of one of her curls by theroar of a motor, a sort of roar new to this northern end ofthe avenue. A bright red roadster shot into view and slidup to the old-fashioned horse block. A stoutish ma
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