Judge — May 17, 1924 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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“Mr. Strudelspiker, I'd like to marry your daughter.” “You couldn't give my daughter the luxuries she’s accustomed to.” “I could change her name—that ought to be worth something.” SBHood PUTTING UP THE SCREENS Fv THREE WEEKS I had been pulling mysterious bits of paper out of my pocket with the words, “Put up screens— Angela” or “This Saturday screens must go up— made a memorandum: “Towel rack in bathroom. Fir faucet. Sereens. Write Cousin Maude,” and put it on my desk, under a pile of papers. A second memorandum: ‘Dahlia bulbs, where is thingumajib to hose? Screens up, dig garden,” was on my pincushion for a fortnight. This Saturday I set aside to get everything done. The screens are such a simple thing,” I told Angela. “T'll tackle them first. I’ve stowed them where I can put my hand right on them, and the chart I made last fall shows where they go. A matter of minutes,” I smiled. Whoever had been playing with the screens in the attic dur- ing the winter had made a good job of it. Some one always fools with things I put away. It is a favorite trick of his to put the garden hose at the bottom of the pile of boxes we pack winter things in, and to hide Junior's croquet tools. {under all the furnace Thad to cut away two attic partitions and smash a trunk before L could break up the jam and get the sereens out. The rest is clear sailing, however,” I assured her, as I spread the chart out on the dining-room table. “I've divided the screens up into two divisions, L and R, depending on whether they go on the left side of the house or on the right. ‘The porch screens are separate, and T’ve saved out also the ones for the bay window. ‘They are numbered from 100 up, starting with this corner—no, this corner—” I paused. “Which side of the house is left?” asked Angela helpfully, after a moment’s silence. “Wh . obviously it’s opposite the right said Angela, pulling out a sereen at random. , what is this one marked?” T glanced at it a little puzzled. “It seems to be marked L-R,” I said hesitatingly. “That would make it left and right.” “Do you suppose you could have meant the back of the se? “or the cellar, or something?” “Perhaps it is for a swinging door, that goes either way. It was Angela who found it was meant for the living-room. “And now P1027” she asked. “Porch!” I screamed delightedly. porch!” “Which porch?” Angela inquired. “There are three porches, you know, including the sleeping porch. chart? “Porch! That's the Is it down on your Some one has been fooling with this house,” I conchided presently, after investigating the chart. “They have removed two bay windows and an entire wing from the rear, to say noth- ing of what is apparently a long corridor running out to the sidewalk. They're all here on the chart,” T insisted. *X63—P1207—R9,” muttered Angela to herself, shuffling the sereens earnestly. “Don’t you seem to remember the it?” T reminisced. before this.” “This looks like the one over the kitchen sink,” said Angela, disappearing with a sereen under her arm. “Odd where that extra wing went to,” I wing, now you think of “T wonder we didn’t notice it was missing added, bending over the chart again, “and those bay windows. Perhaps Mrs. Simp- kins ran over and borrowed them one day when we were out.” I was still absorbed in the chart when Angela marched in two hours later to announce that the screens were all up. I blinked a little. “Do you know—” I began, and for some rej ‘yes—"I—I think y, we didn’t have a lilac bush in the front hall, did w« shook her head. ‘You see, I shouldn't be surprised if this were the—the chart to the garden, after all.” Ce ES ‘on dropped my comicbooks.com