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June S«, 1949 MM*B Clir CUba-GudU, MM*B Citr. I*. is fflJiere , JT«y Hwnfflwi OhMtetorf fcy Kb* feMu BY HAMILTON CHAPTER 25 ! "By the way, Andy, how did you ever happen to get a refrigerator?" Mrs. Potts asked. "Oh, I had it," he said with surprise. "In storage with my other things." "I see," she said, already forgetting her question, and fingering a couple of strainers. "You ought to have one for tea—do you drink tea, Andy? I've always served you coffee, and you never said. . . ." He thought now, how lucky I've been! In just such matters as the refrigerator, which had been in his suite at home. It was small, but ample for one person and would serve as an important item in his daily life. It did not occur to him that another man might have been bemoaning his lot, fearful of having to earn his living in an untried field, resentful of having to do menial labor, angry because he would have to learn so many new economies. These things never came into Andrew's mind at all. When he thought of his new life, it was with thankfulness for a freedom of action he had never known before, and though he missed his grandfather, he did not miss the grandeur and luxury with which his grandfather's wealth had always surrounded him. Instead, he felt that each new day \vas_ a storehouse of new experience's, new sensations which he was now at liberty to explore. For the first time in his life he knew the meaning of adventure. Andrew was feeling a trifle nervous. He and Bigelow had made the final move the night before, transporting their clothes after supper at Mrs. Potts'. They had spent the night in the new house, and Bigelow had served Andrew his breakfast in his own home. Simple as it was, it had a flavor unrivaled in Andrew's memory. He stood now, surveying the dining room. The punch bowl stood on the small buffet, and the cherry table was laden with sandwiches and cakes, canapes, nuts, plates, napkins and silverware. In the kitchen, Bigelow, with a large apron tied over his neat grey suit, was supervising the hot dish on the stove. . Andrew had had a heavy argument with Bigelow this morning. The 2 of them had been working together, making the sandwiches (Mrs. Potts, thank heaven, had agreed to make the cakes) and Bigelow, in his element as a butler once more, said, "Now, Mr. Paul, I'll have the—" Andrew shook a buttery finger at him. "I'm not Mr. Paul up here, Biggy. Watch it!" "Of course. I'm sorry, sir." "And none of this 'sir' business, either." Bigelow sighed. The habit of years was strong. "I'll try to remember, s—" he gulped. "Andrew." "That's better. Now, what were you going to say?" "I was about to explain how the arrangements would be. I'll have the first bowl of punch on the table as soon as the guests begin to arrive. And only the can- apes and sharp sandwiches on the table. Then, when they have been served, and have passed on to the living room. I'll bring the more substantial plate to them in there. That way " Andrew stood back from the counter where he had been struggling with crackers on which he was spreading a tangy cheese mixed with minced green peppers and onions. "What are you talking about?" he interrupted. "You're not planning to backslide, are you?" "Backslide?" Bigelow was shocked. "You're here as my house guest," Andrew reminded him. I'm eternally grateful to you for helping me out, and for teaching me how to make these blasted little things, but you are NOT going to buttle!" Bigelow started to protest, then thought better of it. "I see," he said finally. "It would look odd if [ did, I suppose, you having introduced me as your friend, and having me here, and all that. . . ." "That's not the reason, and you know it," Andrew grinned at him. 'I need your diplomatic presence among the guests. I'm not sure bow all of them are going to mix. For instance, Eph Merwell and Mrs. Potts " Eph was the first to arrive. He parked his shabby old car well down the road, and walked slowly up to the house, inspecting it with a judicious eye. Andrew saw him coming and flung the door open. "Come in, Eph. I'm glad you're here. I was just thinking of starting in on that punch bowl all by myself, and that might be fatal." Eph put out his big hand and shook Andrew's gravely. "You've done a beautiful job on this place," bie said. "I'll have a snort of punch later, but right now I got to roam around and take it all in. My, don't that dining room look pretty?" It was only a few steps from the dining room door to the buffet, and Andrew lured him in. Once in, he accepted a glass of punch, and scooped a handful of the dainty canapes. "Say," he said, munching on one with appreciation, "these aren't so bad. But they ain't tough!" Andrew was puzzled. "Tough?" he echoed. "Sure. If they ain't tough, why have you got them all cut up in little bites for? I thought you did it so's to save the front teeth." He swallowed the cup of punch, and looked slightly startled. "Boy!" he breathed. "Wait till Mrs. Woodford wraps her tonsils around this!" Bigelow came in from the kitchen to greet him. "Has Mrs. Woodford a fondness for punch?" he asked. • Eph rumbled with laughter. "Brother, she's as W. C. T. U. as they come. But she has been known to slide off the wagon for 'occasions.' And I guess you'll call a housewarming an occasion." He darted to the door suddenly. "Say, that reminds me—I forgot to bring in my present." Andrew was distressed. It had not occurred to him that some of his guests would bring gifts. He had specifically refrained from calling his party a housewarming for that reason. You shouldn't have!" he protested, when Eph reappeared, carrying an old hatbox at arm's length, and walking gingerly. "Three guesses!" Eph chortled as he approached. "A—a layer cake?" Andrew hazarded. For some reason, this tickled Eph so much that he put back his head to laugh, the box tilted, the lid came off, and a black and white and yellow streak shot out and up the nearest tree. "Joe!" Andrew cried. "A layer cake!" Eph was repeating happily. "Let 'em eat cat, I say! Let 'em eat cat!" "Do you suppose we ought to get him down?" Andrew was worried. "Don't you bother about him. He's a sensible cat, though right now he's mad enough to bark. But he'll calm down and climb down pretty soon,- see if he don't." "But, Eph, I can't take him. He's your cat." Andrew knew that the big man was more than fond of Joe . "If he's my cat, I can give him away, can't I? Besides he likes you. I ain't sure but he's been thinkin' about moving out here anyway. And that gas station is no place for a young tender cat, with all these tough fellers driving in and using profanity every other word. No, I thought I'd let you have the raisin' of him. Out here in the country, he'll have field mice to catch, and rabbits to chase, and the air'll be clean and healthy, and nights it'll be so quiet you can hear a poker drop, and he'll get his sleep—" "Cats are usually awake at night," Bigelow inserted primly, but with a twinkle in his eye. "So they are. Well, anyhow, he's yours now. . . . Who's that comin'? The Priests?" It was. And on their heels came the Rolands, and Jed Gushing. In the ensuing chatter, Andrew lost sight of Eph for a while. "Andy, this is beyond words!" Helen was saying. "I think you're a wonder ;p have done all this. Where's the iving room? Alec has been tell- hg me about that living room for days, and I could hardly wait to see it— Oh, isn't it beautiful? And what lovely things you have!" As the afternoon wore on, Andrew heard this again and again. The Woodfords came, bringing Miss Campbell. "The doctors are jjoing to try and make it later," Miss Campbell whispered to Andrew. Mrs. W. was enthralled. 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