Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-11-12

out.-three months with his mother
one with his father. three with his mother and it
goes. He's at the old Hesketh place in Bedford now
with his father
that child my dear Only nine; and never older
eyes in man, wstful if he constantly think
ing. L wonder why-I WONDER wonder?' And. do
you know don't believe his mother even notices it,
"Of course she doesn't. Viola Hesketh has only two
desres,-to spend money and wallow in admiration.
Vain and cold"
~Son,e day my dear, she II wake up. Peter used to
be SO pretty and healthy!
ayes, he used to be healthy -
Mrs. Hesketh 5 slender, supple shoulders twitched
under their lace and chiffon. She gave her teacup
one of her devoted shadows, about twenty two
and when his back turned lnslnuated her way
swiftly through the crowd in opposite direction.
In a smaller maid put her fragility and glliz
ness within the walls of huge sable Her small
limousine car purpe-blue like her eyes. wait
ing incloe her elicacv further 1t held copper foot
warmers. mink robes, and hanging vases filled with
Killarney The stuck III tufts to the beveled
panes the wind screamed; but she was borne in the
aroma of Individual. manufactured summertime.
She kept her eyes closed Under the amazing
shivers her. tear patterned glazy vein
her tinted check. 1t evident that
thought hammering nail into her soul.
She very beautiful and 50 very rich that her
troop of friends and the raft of men who wanted to
marry her savshy accepted her way Of doing things.
She permittedy capricious original wilfu daring
She did daring thing as soon as she reached home:
she had her maid telephone to the houses of three
and two women who for a week had been engaged to
dine with her that night say that Mrs Hesketh had
go of town important business and the dinner
must be postponed.
She had a small bag packed, selected mannish serge
gown with skirt above the ankles high boots. and
beaver ulster and cap. There pink spot like
soaring burn in white cheek when she told her
tonshed maid call taxcab, said she would telephone
her address later and alone the storm that
had increased to a Walpurgske dance OF twisting
columns and wailing
A L almost nine clock that night a sleigh driven
from the Bedford Station to shelving rooted,
colonial cottage quiet byroad and pulled up at
the stepeS door prmly the middle OF the house
like fiat face Mrs Hesketh. yelled heavily,
and covered that she brought the storm into the
narrow passigeway received mutely by mildeyed
old woman. There was greeting until the door had
closed on the driver. Then Mrs. Hcskeh into the
elder womans arms and was pettcd there.
"Oh, Carson dear, you thought mad when |
telephoned. Your soft little voice all wabby with
horror. Such night Miss Violal' you said What
big and flung her muff into chair. "Nurse, IN
burning with an idea its foggng me-eatng up!'
Later. when she had dned and comfortable in the
immaculate pror with its redho stove rag carpet. and
Of dead and gone CarSons looking down her from
oval frames, she further enlightened her old nurse
give come-about Peter
mot try to take him back He's not been with
his father two weeks yet the old woman said in
voice that apprehensve futtering
"No; I've to watch him, without being seen
myself. OF course he's been see YOU nurseo"
@Bless the lamb. he wasn't two days at his fathers
before he in with Roche. 1t before the snow,
and he his pony You should have seen him.