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About Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 19, 1936)
LOVE 1 r. 1 n WAFFLES n By Marian Phillips Johnson IT HAD all been vvy exciting getting married right In Uncle Hilary's teeth, you might say! Going with Peter to pick out that darling place in the suburbs that Uncle Hilary would surely give them for a wedding present! Tak ing an option on it to make sure it wouldn't get away! But, going with Peter to break the news to Uncle Hilary that was an entirely different matter! "It seems a rather foolhardy thing, In my opinion," Uncle Hi lary said, fingering a paper knife. "I have told you, Peter, that I am not In any way assured that you will make a success In the real estate field. You're too easy going." He glowered at Peter un der his heavy brows. "I'll make good!" promised Peter, cheerfully. "I'll have some thing to work tor now!" "I'm not guaranteeing you a steady position just because you're my nephew or because you have done this foolhardy thing!" snapped Uncle Hilary. "You'll have to make good do you understand? You'll have to begin by selling Coles!" "Yes, sir," said Peter, a litUe faintly. Angela felt a queer trem bling somewhere within. She knew how tough that Coles propo sition really was! "And as tor you, young lady," ald Uncle Hilary, transferring bis hostile gaze to her, "don't you think you've taken a rather serious step? Giving up a good position with a future, mind you! tor a dishpan in a two room flat If you can afford even that!" "N-no," breathed Angela, thank-" Jng her stars he hadn't said "weren't"! "Well, you've done it!" Uncle Hilary snapped. "Work it out!" "O. K.," said Peter quietly. Come on. Angel!" HE'LL think it over," grinned Peter, outside. "He'll kick in with that house, yet!" "What shall we do?" asked Angela. "Buy furniture," said Peter. She began to vision unpalnted furniture and cans of bright lacquer and new paint brushes and gay, Inexpensive chintzes and well-planned low-cost meals. She'd help Peter make things go! And then, one morning,' a square pasteboard box arrived. Angela opened It with shaking, eager fingers to discover a waffle iron! A wedding present from Uncle Hilary! ONE morning, clad in a very oecomlng little house frock, Angela was measuring coffee into the new drip coffee pot and hum ming a gay little song. Peter, with his shirt in one hand, came grinning into the kitchen and kissed her smartly on the back of the neck. "Take that, woman," he ad monished sternly, waving the shirt at her. "Can't you take your work seriously o' mornings?" CLASSIFIED AGENTS WANTED Caah Income Daily Silverino Mirrora at Home Plauut AutorarM. Tal.leware, Etc-., ('ominalior, Oulnt. Rrile oTKlNKI.E. Hater. Hi, Menon. In.li.na HELP WANTED MAN OR WOMAN wanted to supply cuiromeu with famoul Wat. aim Producti. No inveitment. Busintlt eilab lllhed, earninqi average 125 weekly, pay itartt lmm.diat.lv. Wrila J. R. WAIKINS CO., 4SeO Hollli SI., Oakland, Calif. FILM8 DEVELOPED Rim. ovelotil. Wo corn. 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TEXAS Y i lutratai nan loia ciaUM6racet ia t. 8. i "It's only my naturally sunny disposition, sir," apologized An gela meekly. "Leggo! You're breaking my ribs!" She wriggled out of his em brace and made a lunge for the tea kettle. Scanning the cheery small kitchen, Peter's glance fell on the shiny new waffle Iron, and in spiration seized him. "Let's have some waffles, honey," he said. Angela stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the waffle Iron on its painted yellow shelf. "It's a little late for waffles, darling," she parried. "Let's have scrambled eggs on rounds of toast, with cute little curls of bacon!" "Gosh!" mourned Peter, re luctantly. "I had my mouth all set for waffles and honey!" "Some other time," said An gela crisply. She scrambled eggs deftly and placed the finished product before Peter with a warm little flush of pride. "Swell," said Peter, sampling them. "Pref near as good as waffles!" "Angela felt the warm blood ris ing steadily in her cheeks. Just like a man, she thought He would forget the Insult of that Iron If it occurred to him it might produce something good to eat! "I thought I was fixing some thing especially nice," she said at last, in a cold little voice. Peter lifted surprised eyes to her flushed young face. "Gee, I didn't mean I didn't like It," he said. "It was a swell breakfast!" With his arms around her, and his kiss on her lips, Angela felt the strange tenseness within her melting like a mist "Darling!" she murmured and happiness settled softly down upon the Selway domain. But on Sunday morning, out of a clear sky, Peter sprung the waffles on her again. Angela's breath stopped right In the middle of a perfectly swell little trill. I "C'mon, honey," urged Peter. "I'll bet you sling a mean waffle!" IT NEVER would have happened, she told herself afterward, If Pete hadn't followed her around, talking all the time taking her mind off what she was doing! He put the iron on the table and turned it on. "It's automatic!" he exulted. "It clicks!" "It ought to growl," muttered Angela, thinking of Uncle Hilary. "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" caroled Peter. In spite of Peter's interruptions Angela managed to finish the bat ter. Peter lifted the lid invitingly. "Sling 'er there, honey!" he urged. Angela covered the surface of the iron carefully with the golden batter and closed the lid. Then she sank into her chair and joined Peter in fascinated contemplation of the tricky little machine be fore them. The cover began to rise slowly, and little spurts of fragrant steam escaped. Peter sniffed, Joyfully. Then the batter began running in three long streams down the sides of the iron and cooking Itself on. "Too much," opined Peter, cheerfully. "Yes, 1 can almost figure that out for myself," remarked Angela, sharply. "Don't get huffy," said Pete. "Who's huffy?" demanded An gela. "You're huffy," remarked Pete. "I am not!" defied Angela, hotly. "It's burning," suggested Pete, sniffing. "It hasn't clicked," defended Angela. It clicked. "There!" exulted Peter. Angela grabbed for the handle and executed a valiant tug. But the iron didn't seem inclined to opeii "It's stuck!" cried Angela, wrestling gallantly. Peter watched the proceedings, and grinned. "Whut'a In them thar waffles, Mrs. Selway?" he Inquired inno cently. "DeGrage's glue, per haps ?" Angela lost both her dignity and lirr temper. "I hale you!" she cried, eye blazing. "Ouch:" she added pain fully, burning hea finger. "I wu only kidding!" cried Peter. "Angel, are you hurt? Here, let me!" He kissed the In jured finger, then proceeded to pry open the Iron and scrape out tne waffle that clung to every little square as though it had be come part of the iron itself. Angela, waving the injured hand gently back and forth, picked up the little green book with the other, and began to read. "Heavens!" she exclaimed. "I should have oiled the thing first!" "Atta-girl," grinned Pete. "Read the directions arer you try "em! That's system for you!" "I never used a new iron be fore," defended Angela, truth fully. "It was your fault, any way," she flamed, "for talking to me all the while!" "Excuses," said Peter, grandly, enjoying himself. "How far do you think excuses would get you In the business world, Angela?" "They seem to work pretty well," said Angela sweetly. "They have with you haven't they?" She felt better. A little better, anyway. "I suppose you meant that for a dirty dig about Coles," said Peter, jabbing furiously at the Iron. "Well, you started it," accused Angela, feeling something sting ing in her eyes. "Well, don't start crying about It," said Peter. "I don't know why it Is," he went on reasoningly, "that a woman can work in an office and be cool and efficient and sensible. But get her Into a home and she goes to pieces over every little thing!" "It's because housekeeping Is hard, and dirty, and tiresome!" cried Angela hotly. "And I wouldn't have to be doing It if your darling old Uncle Hilary didn't have to run our whole lives for us!" "Oh," said Peter, "so that's the way you feel about It!" "Well, I didn't hire out as a cook when I married you did I?" demanded Angela, and went Into her bedroom and slammed the door. Her finger hurt. She stuck it in her mouth and It hurt still more. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Peter came in and tried to take her in his arms. Angela shrugged angrily away. Peter captured and held her, and kissed her and told her that he loved her and what did any old waffles matter, any way ? It all took quite a long time but peace was finally restored. The scar of it remained between them, like a nasty deep little wound, refusing to heal. It always seemed worse at breakfast. Angela couldn't eat a single breakfast without thinking about those terrible waffles, seeing again the great bowl of creamy batter she had thrown away, and the horrid burned iron; hearing again Peter's clever remarks; feeling him being critical of her. Peter wasn't the same, either. He was silent and jumpy, and a little strained look appeared around his eyes. It gave Angela a horrid feeling that be was dis satisfied with her; it angered her to feel that he was measuring her efficiency as a wife by a waffle! AND then one day Angela sud i denly Wouldn't bear It an other minute! "I I guess it's been a mistake about us, Pete," she said, in a strange little voice. Peter didn't look at her. "I I guess so," he said. "So I guess Td better go," suggested Angela, her throat ach ing terribly. "I I can't stand it, Pete!" Peter pushed back bis chair and stood up. "All right If that's the way you feel about It." he said stiffly and went out, without even kissing her good-bye. Angela sat at the table and wept. She could see herself get ting old and faded and having only a memory of four wonderful weeks as the one beautiful thing in her life! It was horrible! After a while, she packed. She would, she decided, take the 8:18 that night. That would give her the opportunity to tell Peter good-bye. Six-thirty found her white and jumpy, pacing up and down, wait ing for Pete. Maybe he wouldn't come! All at once she heard him, at the door. But there were volres! And th"n reter ram in. cheerful and gay with I'nclr Hilary! Peter klaaed Angela lightly. "Uncle Hilary decided to come home with me, Angel," he said. 1 iiiir. "Heavens," she exclaimed. "I should have oiled the thing first!" "Atta-girl," grinned Pete. "Read the directions after you try 'em." "How p-perfectly darling," aald Angela, hollowly, taking Uncle Hilary's hat and stick. In a few moments she slipped away to the small bedroom am? stood regarding her packed bags. Suddenly Peter stood beside her "Don't go, Angel," he begged, reaching an arm toward her Angela eluded the arm. "I was taking the 8:15," she informed him, coldly. "Listen, honey, you can't!" said Peter. "Uncle Hilary "AH right!" flamed Angela. "I'll wait! I I suppose I have my pride, too, Peter Selway," she murmured tensely, so that Uncle Hilary shouldn't hear. "He was so sure we'd make a mess of things! Well, he shan't have the satisfac tion of being here to umpire the separation! I I'll stay for to night! And I'll feed him within an inch of his domineering, sel fish, over-fed life! And I hope be gets the most case of indigestion on record!" "Angel!" cried Pete. With a strange, wild Joy surg ing in her heart, and Peter tag ging at her heels, Angplrt returned to the living room and dear Uncle Hilary. "Cozy little place you have here," smiled Uncle Hilary, ap provingly. "How do you like housekeeping, Angela?" "Fine," lied Angela. "Cookln' and all that fun, eh?" asked Uncle Hilary. ' Angela couldn't bear It But, somehow, she managed to nod, brightly. "Well," remarked Uncle Hilary, "you're making a rcnl business man of Peter, my drar!" Angela managed a smile. "Yes," said Unrlc Hilary. "What do you think your old man did today, Angela?" "I -I wouldn't know," aald An gela. "He sold Coles!" beamed Unrle Hilary. "No!" gasped Angela, "Oh Pe (ter!" "He certainly did surprise me!" said Uncle Hilary.. "Guess mar i.;r riage was what he needed after all brought out his sense of res ponsibility." "Plenty!" muttered Peter. "By the way," said Uncle Hil ary, pleasantly, "how about that waffle-Jigger, Angela? Couldn't cook an old man a waffle, could you?" Peter Jumped, turned pale, and looked at Angela. "W we'll see," she said, and rose to her feet "Excuse me, will you?" With her chin lifted high she started toward the gay little kitchen. "Excuse me," said Peter, and followed Angela. ISTEN, honey," he said, L anxiously, "you could give him some of those rounds of toast with scrambled eggs and cute little curls of bacon " "I could," said Angela, eyes bright. "Ob, Peter, how did you ever sell Coles?" "I had to," said Peter, simply. "I was losing you, Angel!" "But how " repeated Angela, feeling something sharp In her eyes. "It was today or never with me," said Peter. "I guess I Just got It over to him that I meant business!" He was holding her close! he was kissing her like he used to kiss her a week ago! "Listen, Pete." gasped Angela at last, "go talk to Uncle Hllat while I dig up something." "Give 'lm fried eggs," mu mured Pete, his lips on her hal: "I'll feed him," said Angela . She act up a small table In thi living room there waan't any dining room end placed th' shiny bright walll' iron on thr tea wagon at her right Peter glanced al. the wallle no as though he expected It to ream ' out and bile him. Then h InokM uneasily nt Angela. He Mt norr; for Angela He looked about th table. Butter. Honey. .Hugar and cream. Coffee. Nothing more. Nothing to est In raso those waffles didn't turn out If It Had Been Another Woman, Angela Might Have Stood Her Ground. But It Wasn't. It Was a Shiny, New Waffle Ironl Angela ladled the creamy mix ture from the tall earthen pitcher. Uncle Hilary sniffed. . "A bachelor misses a lot In this life," he murmured a little wist fully. "You know cozy little meals cooked right at the table like this! Funny," he added, "but I've always been specially fond of waffles! Probably selfish of me, but I was sort of hoping I could sneak In for a few once in a while, when I gave you this!" He waved a hand In the direction of the Iron. THE Iron clicked competently in reply. Peter gazed at It, fascinated. He Just knew it was going to stick and split and cling and burn. There was pain in his grey eyes. But Angela reached over and deftly lifted the top of the iron, disclosing a crisp brown waffle. Easily she removed It and poured In another. She watched the two of them. She saw expressions of deep con tent on both their faces as they tasted the delicious fare, accom panied by the fragrant, steaming coffee and something In her heart began to sing. She smiled to herself, remembering how she had spent one solid hour making waffles that very afternoon sift ing, beating and cooking them so that she could leave Peter with a clear conscience. "They're marvelous," murmur ed Peter. "I'm proud of you both," beam ed Uncle Hilary, accepting an other portion. "Got real stuff In BACKAUHfc 7 . "BEN-GAY" QUICKLY RELIEVES THOSE STABBING PAINS .Vant lo lilt that heavy load of pain iflht off your bark ? Want to straight m up quickly without feeling pain la.sh throuch you? Then treat your barltarhe find pains to s generous application of "Ben Gay." I'ret how quickly the piln is driven out, feel a glow of comfort as "Ben- RUB PAIN AWAY WITH you! I I just wanted to make sure!" 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