A PLEASANT EVENING.

Hawera Star, Volume XLVIII, 26 July 1924, Page 14

A PLEASANT EVENING.

By Maurice Lane-Norcott, in the Bailv Mail.

Viewed f/thf r of $ L f' r y annoyed me. the stalls llght at the back of Sce h had an extrem ely stupid Far away on the stage a youne Indv 'w^etie°w aining bitterI Y that ] hX -weetie had gone away and—very wisely S T ed tO l? 16 never came -back ga <Mnof was , all m °st painful. Hemy?” T e • if”? the , whole time, / sighed wearily. l he re P ] iod pleasSSt :,T U b lfc ? asses the time, show at 10 o’Jlock?’ mg °“ t 0 a dance b ? fc I’®' mot/’ I protested Why couldn’t you have let me go to the club m.peace? J told you I wanted to cash a cheque.” wamea Henrv ell, ‘*wii? U - ca , n P reS «ntly,” said ward'T Tlf IF a 0! ?S together after- " ant t0 ' cash a t' b «q«e there financE? e ?ff a yaWn - Reall y> Henry’s hnancial affairs were nothing to me Bo listen to that girl,” I grumbled W g a iVb nd in tbe d r?tisn of the Why^ve sbou] d all suffer because her sweetie went away and . . ” .Uh, for goodness’ sake stop COmtor™&dan^ e * cigarette,” in- “ Then lend me some monev,” he resorne 6 Pvo mi>t r Vj Ai nd rU go and bu y some Ive only 4d myself.” It wouldn’t make any difference how much you had,” I said "You Be’clock/’ R dgarette now - It’s after

“What!” he cried, aghast. “D’vou mean to tell me I’ve to stand cig r a?eUe? hIS r ° tten sh(W without a Jw s ° ” 1 Mid grimly. ciamvST ? 4 think 1 could > borrow a cigaiette from someone, do you?” Henry suddenly asked. * ' T r °’T sai <l frankly, “I don’t.” nmtlfel ** IlVe sxl a desert -’’’ he St T#u° USing ,' Henry!” I interhv can t you enjoy your“Pah!” he ejaculated, and strolled peevishly away. Out of the corner of TT } °T rVed him talking to an aTrl CL ' Present 'y be strode back “Here, lend me a shilling,” he said happily. “That fellow says there’s an corner ” C c>^are^e machine over in the last a shi i in g-. H was my mind d klm so - He didn’t seem to In less than a minute he came back, blazing with wrath. TTT T’T he said - crossly. “Let’s get out of this place. It’s run by idiots.” J ‘Why what’s the matter now, Henry ? I asked. “Are they Virginian.J ’ J t bo replied indignantly. They re not Virginian! They’re—they’re chocolates!” “Creams i" I asked pleasantly. But Henry didn't answer. Like the young lady s sweetie, he went away and never came hack.