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Show Free Feed for .1 T But They the JcirrS Didn't Enjoy It "If the Rangles wanted us to take dinner with them, why didn't they invite in-vite us to their own home?" asked Mrs. Jarr. "I know how this taking dinner in a restaurant will end. It will mean that we will pay the check." "You were present when the matter came up," said Mr. Jarr. "They asked us to have dinner at their house, and you said it would be such a bother for Mrs. Rangle, and suggested we all go dine together at a restaurant." "Well, I didn't suggest we should pay for it," said Mrs. Jarr. "I'm sure these Rangles could do that much. We have entertained them dozens of times." "They've entertained us, too," said Mr. Jarr. "And why shouldn't they?" replied Mrs. Jarr. There being no reason why they shouldn't, Mr. Jarr did not answer, and Mrs. Jarr continued: "And don't you be a fool and insist on paying. If the Rangles want to dine at a restaurant let them pay for the check." "Don't you think the best way for us to do would be to divide the expense?" ex-pense?" asked Mr. Jarr. "No, I do not. Nobody ever does anything for us," said Mrs. Jarr, "and, besides, I'm very short this week and I have no money to pay for expensive dinners in public restaurants. Let the Rangles pay for it. They suggested it." "You suggested it," said Mr. Jarr. "But they asked us to dinner at their house, and she has no girl and she always has chicken, and I'm tired of chicken," said Mrs. Jarr. "Her chicken is always tough and half-cooked, half-cooked, too!" "Well, we're escaping that," replied Mr. Jarr, "so don't get peevish." "I do get peevish because you are such a softy you let everybody impose on you!" said Mrs. Jarr. 'If we have to pay half the bill I don't see what advantage there is in going out to dinner with other people. When one is afraid one will have to pay the bill one orders all the cheap dishes, and doesn't order very much at that. Oh, well, I don't suppose there is any use to worry. But you mind what I say,, and don't insist on paying for everything!" every-thing!" At this juncture Mr. and Mrs. Rangle Ran-gle joined them and the two-family party went down-town together. "You order," said Rangle, handing the menu over to Mr. Jarr, when they were seated in the restaurant. "No, you order," said Mr. Jarr. "I wish we hadn't come to this1 place, I'm not at all dressed," said Mrs. Jarr, as she glanced around. "Neither am I," said Mrs. Rangle, "but we're just as good as they are." "What do you ladies want?" asked Mr. Rangle. "Is the chicken good?" asked Mrs. Jarr of the waiter. The waiter had nothing but praise for the chicken. He worked there, but he didn't eat there. "Well, I won't have any," said Mrs.. Jarr. "The only person that knows how to cook chicken properly is Mrs. Rangle. You must tell me how to doit, do-it, dear! Look at that woman over there. Just look at her!" Mrs. Rangle looked and tittered. "Never mind the people here," said Mr. Jarr, "what are you going to order?" or-der?" "If you were here alone you would be minding them," said Mrs. Jarr. "But when you are with your wife and respectable people " "What do men see in such creatures?" crea-tures?" remarked Mrs. Rangle, acidly. "I don't know, but they are the kind they seem to prefer!" said Mrs. Jarr. It looked like a pleasant evening not. And Mr. Rangle suggested that they order the dinner. After debating everything on the card, they ordered fricasseed chicken, as it was about the cheapest thing. The waiter was misinformed. The chicken wasn't good. "There's one piece of bread left," said Mr. Jarr, with forced gayety. "Whoever eats it will be an old maid." 'Whoever eats the last pieee will make a happy and prosperous mar-rinage," mar-rinage," said Mrs. Rangle. And both she and Mrs. Jarr reached for it, and compromised by breaking it in half. "Funny you women should be so superstitious! su-perstitious! You both are married," said Mr. Rangle. "We may marry again, and have better bet-ter luck next time," said Mrs. Rangle coldly. Oh, it was a jolly dinner party. Mr. Rangle paid the check. But that was because it was only $2.10, Mrs. Jarr said. There is nothing like going out with your friends and having a good time. |