IT LOOKED THAT WAY.

Sun (Christchurch), Volume I, Issue 226, 28 October 1914, Page 4

IT LOOKED THAT WAY.

They had quarelled about something or other of no importance. The quar- ' rel was over, but conversation did not flourish. He sulkily pretended to read a newspaper, and her r occasional re--marks brought forth only grunts by way of response. She was ready to make up, bpt he wasn't. She wandered into the next room. He failed to follow. "They say that musie is the food of love," she murmured softly to herself. ''l'll woo him into a good humour with song;" She glided back and selected a sheet of music from the assortment that littered the piano. "My little chimpanzee, Oh,'won't you fly with me?" Thus she warbled. All ineffectual was the seductive invitation. He merely hunched up his shoulders and applied himself more closely to the market reports. She rummaged among the music, and made another selection. "Oh, be my dear baboon Beside the small lagoon." But this appeal produced no perceptible effect. He sniffed, shuffled his slippers, and rustled his newspaper. Quotations in pork apparently claimed his attention, and his interest in the same was ostentatious. She was not discouraged. Another popular seller took its place on the music rack. Hers was a sweet voice, and she sang with some feeling. '' My own ourang-outang, You give my heart a pang." She turned with a covert glance to note the effect of this bit of music-hall sentiment. He had been listening, all right enough. "My own ourang-outang, You give—" He threw his newspaper on the floor. "Louise," he snapped, "what are you trying to do? Make £ monkey of me?" —"Puck."