Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-12


dts too lonesome, says Robbie and off she goes
TT should have happened then if ever l was standin
by waitin for him to cut loose with the cruel words
and maybe introduce little hair-draggn' scene But
Nick Talbot just stands there gain after her kind of
sad and mushy, not grindin his teeth. Next he
sighs drops his chin, and slumps into chair Honest
that got me- for it real shown his face and
he to be struggn' with it fashion. Somehow
it seemed up to to with a few soothin
remarks.
@Sorry butted in7 says 1; 4but Mr.. Robert sent
me up with the flowers
@Oh that's all right says he @Glad you came
IL suppose she needed someone else TOTO talk to-.
@But you wouldn tstand for invitn the leftovers
your honeymoon. eh?" l suggests.
@No, hang it ALL says he. THAT was too much
She-she mentioned it, did she?'
@Just casual says l. Il take it things amt been
goin' smooth gen 'raly?'
He mods gloomy "You were bound to notice it.
says he. "Anyone would haven't been able
hunor all her whirns. Of course she's been used to
having much going around her that this
rather tame but thought, you know, that when
married-well, she doesn't seem to realize. And
I've offered to take her anywhere,-to Newport, to
Lenox, to the White Mountains, or touring. Three
times this week we've packed to go different places
and then she's changed her mind. But can't take her
back to Long Island, to her mothers soon, ask
lot of her friends up here. 1t would be absurd But
things can't go this way, either. Tits awful
leaves him with his chin propped up in his hands,
starn' gloomy at the floor, while wanders
out and pipes off the dodgin behind the
hills.
Later on Robbie insists on draggin' me in
for dinner with EN-. She's dream too,
the way she's got herself up and lighted up
by the pink candeshades, with them big pansy
eyes sparklin', and the color comm and goin'
in her cheeks-say it most made dizzy to
look. Then to hear her rattle on in her cute
kittenish way was better'n cabaret show
Mostly, though, it's aimed at me; while Nick
Talbot is left to play a thnkin part. He sits
watchin her with sort of dumb hungry look
like big dog
And it was punk dinner in other WAYS
- The soup was scorched somethn' fierce; but
& Robbie don't to notice it. The
lamb hadn't had the red cooked out of it; but
- Robbie only asks what kind of meat it is and
- remarks that it tastes queer. She has reg lar
g fit though, because the dessert is peach ice
with fresh fruit favorin'.
"And Cook ought to know that like straw
- berry better says she
"But it's too late for strawberries, explains
go Nick
~ Il don't care7 pouts Robbie II don't like
- this and I'm going to send it all back to the
~ kitchen She does it too, and the maid grns
mpudent she Tugs it out.
That sample of the way Robbie be-
haved for the rest of the evenin' ,-chatterin
and laughin one minute, almost weepin' the
next until fin lily she slams down the piano cover
and hounces off to her room. Nick Talbot
sits bitin his lips and lookn' desp'rate
TN sure don't know what to do" says he
half to himself.
At that 1 can't hold it any longer. "Say,
- Talbot says l. 3before get any further l
got to up that I'm ringer
ga what?' says he, starin' puzzled
am supposed to be here just special messenger
says I; @but the level up here to sleuth
for brutal acts. Uh-huh That's what the folks at
home think from the letters she's been writin Mr..
Robert was dead sure of it. But see now they had