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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 11, 1912, Image 20

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THE DAILY SHORT STORY
Their Anniversary.
It was just four years since the
Goitts had bought a brass fern
dish, a picture of "The Hanging
of the Crane," and set up house
keeping in their' five rooms and
bath. But they were still keen
for celebrating an anniversary
when one hove in sight.
The evening prio'r to the date,
which he had carefully encircled
in his note book, 'Goitt came home
looking pleased with himself. He
seemed to think he was pretty
keen at resembling dates.
"Now, tomorrow night," he be
gan in a just-look-what-I bought
you tone, "we're going to get
married all over again. I've got
tickets for a good show, and be
fore we go to the show you're go
ing .to meet me at the office in
your very niftiest, galliest clothes.
We'll have dinner together at one
of the cafes."
Of course, all this sounded pret
ty good to Mrs. Goitt. They
salved -back and forth for some
time, while they confided in each
other what a fearfully punk time
they had had all the earlier part
of their lives, as compared to the
blissfulness of the ftiur years just
ending. Goitt said they would do
things up right, the next evening,
and start all over again, just as if
they hadn't been married more'n
a week holding hands beneath
the tablecloth at dinner, mebby,
and he not even wanting to slip
out between the acts.
The next evening when they
got to the little table in thecafe
they were apparently still in that
same mood.
"Order up a good dinner now,"
directed Goitt. "Let's see, what
kind of soup you goin' to have?"
''Really, I don't believe I care
for any soup," declared Mrs.
Goitt.
"Oh, well, I won't order any,
either," said Goitt, frowning a
wee trifle. "I supposed of course
we were going to do it -up right,
and"
But things moved along first
rate until they reached the des
sert stage.
"Well, I'm going to have a lit
tle ice cream,"xannounced Goitt.
"What1 11 it be for you?"
"I er honestly," began Mrs.
Goitt, in a subdued tone, "I don't
believe I can eat anything more.
Indeed T" can't"
"Been to a party this after
noon?" inquired Goitt, sarcastic
ally; "I s'pose just because I
wanted to pull off a little eating
stunt this evening you had to hike
out somewhere this afternoon
and stuff'yourself."
"Oh, well," put in Mrs. Goitt
for the sake of keeping" peace, "I
guess I would like a little ice
cream, come to thifi of it."
That quieted things down for
the time being.
"My ! That ice cream made me
cold," remarked. Mrs. Goitt inno
cently, as they were about to en
ter the theater. "I feel aS if I
iwere going to have a chill."
"Well, if that isn't just like a
woman," observed Goitt, sharply;
"eat something you don't want
just for.the looks of,the thing; 41
suppose it wouldn't have Blade

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