Judge — November 5, 1910 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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Whenever Mr. Zink called—and soon it was every night—the piano banged away until midnight. Mr. Pipp found that the parlor was no longer for him, and that, while he was paying for the piano, he.could listen to it from either the kitchen or the front stoop. After the outraged Mrs. Pipp told him that he was not to go to bed until Mildred’s guest left, he took to the front stoop and, resting his back against the iron railing there, fell asleep nightly. Mr. Zink, acting the gentleman, was kind enough to awaken him on his way out. “T suppose," blazed Mr. Pipp, on one oc casion when he came upstairs with a rheu. matic ache in his neck, ‘‘that if you invite him to dinner some Sunday I'll have to eat in the woodshed!"' When the gas bill came in at the end of the month, Mr. Pipp tore his hair. ‘That confounded piano again!"' he groaned. ‘‘It brings that little Ahem! Is Mildred out?) Are you sure? Well, then, it brings that little fool Zink here and they sit up half the night torturing that poor piano; I get a gas bill for eight dollars I won't be able to and, see and thirty-four cents. buy a straw hat this summer. “But you never did look well in a straw hat, . Pipp encouragingly. Mr. Pipp was losing a lot of sleep, for now Miss Pipp and Mr. Zink were at it every night. After one fearful session, in which Mr. Zink had sung ‘‘Asleep in the Deep" to death, Mr. Pipp was moved to compassion. “LT wonder how the neighbors stand it!’* he marveled. “Perhaps they know something about murmured Mrs. Pipp cuttingly. ped that they did know some. thing about music. They complained to the landlord in a denouncing body. The land- lord, strangely interested in rents and fear- music It de} _ THE POINT ON CUPID'S DART. JUDGE ing to lose his tenants, came down on the Pipp household. “The tenants have complained about the racket you make every night,"’ he informed the Pipps. “It’s music," protested Mrs. Pipp. “I didn’t come here to call it names,’’ the landlord told her. ‘‘I’ve rented your rooms to another family. Kindly move out before the first of the month."” “It’s that piano,” Mr. Pipp moaned; ink and that piano—they have brought disgrace upon me. Never before was I ordered out of a nouse. And think of pay- ing fifteen dollars to a moving man!"’ “But you said you didn’t like the rooms,”’ said Mrs. Pipp. “*What's that got to do with it?’’ shouted Mr. Pipp. “I don’t like Zink, either. Is he going to be ordered out? I'll speak to him to-night— Oh, stop that crying, Mil- dred! I'll have nothing to say to the delice: tessen dealer. I hope you're all satisfied A week later Mr. Zink ceased to call on Miss Pipp. Mr. Pipp showed little concern. Miss Pipp, how took it very much to heart and gave indication of performing the operation that Mrs. Pipp called ‘‘going into a decline." It didn’t take Mr. Pipp long to learn that Zink out of the house was as bad as Zink in it. Nightly he listened to long chapters by Mrs. Pipp on Zink, and short chapters on the latest symptoms of Miss Pipp’s broken heart. The day the Pipps moved, Mr. Pipp quit work early, When he got to the new Pipp home he found Mildred crying in the kitchen. Mrs. Pipp beckoned him into the parlor. “She feels it keenly,’’ she said. ‘*Such alovely parlor as this is! She cried as soon as she saw it, She could have played the piano here and he could have sat’’— - Te?" demanded Mr. Pipp. ‘ink, stupid!"’ said Mrs. Pipp, exasper- eve ated. Mr. Pipp was furious. Was he never to hear the end of Zink? Why, if it hadn't been for Zink he would never have been or- dered from the other house! Was he going to have this weeping and wailing forever? Mr. Pipp sighed. There was no help for it. He would have to find Zink and with a few careless questions learn why that young man no longer visited Miss Mildred Pipp. Philip Zink was standing in the doorway of his father’s delicatessen store. “How do, Philip?” said Mr. Pipp ge- nially. ‘Haven't seen you around at the house lately. “No,’? said Zink calmly. ‘(My father won't let me go by people what gets put out of houses."’ Mr. Pipp walked home ina rage. After all his sacrifices, the piano had brought him a dispossess and an insult. That settled music in his house, at any rate. If Mildred was still crying he would tell her what was what. IN KANSAS. ** Cyclone ? ane oplane." But when he opened the kitchen door, Mrs. Pipp was noisily taking dishes from a barrel, and Mildred, in another room, was humming. He heard the sound distinctly. Mrs. Pipp tiptoed toward him. “*You know Charles Hass’s boy, Fred- die?”’ she demanded hoarsely. ‘‘He sees the piano come in and he talks to Mildred a little while ago, and he is to come to see her Wednesday night. He has such a lovely Why, Oswald, what is it?” Mr. Pipp made no reply. From the door- wey he stared wild-eyed, as though he did not understand. Modernized. Lu Tommy Tucker Sang for his supper— Whereat the morning paper came out with the following: The noted tenor, Thomasinio Tuckerino, was the guest of honor at a select dinner given last evening at the home of Mrs. P.R.E. Tender. Signor Tuckerino favored the assembled guests with the ‘‘Toreador’’ from ‘‘Carmen’’ and with several other se- lections from grand opera. The hostess wore a—etc., etc., ad infinitum, Poor Manuel! MANvEt went up the hill To see a dancing daughter ; But he fell down and lost his crown, Revolt came tumbling after. comicbooks*¢om