Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1919-12-20
MOONLIGHT AND MONEY.
By Marion Rubineam.
WOULD LOVE TRIUMPH?
Chapter IXVJ


getting up a part of each day at least,
and experimenting some of the innumera-
bic details that had to be looked after.
She had three pairs Of ready hands to
help her yet somehow 1T seemed as
though she were in constant demand at
first one part of the house and then the
other.
Harry was invaluable. He made ar
rangements with undertakers. saw about
the services in the church. sent announce
ments by mail and telegrayns and sat at
the phone patiently for hours, calling
people who lived IN or near the city.
But the staff Of servants was completely
demoralized. The kitchen maid left be-
cause she was afraid to be In the house
with "A dead 'un" The cook was over
worked. since relatives from out of town
had to stay at the house. Anne, usually .
good and willing worker, had lost all
sense of direction She could think of
nothing to do but waiting on her dear.
poor Mrs Morton And Louise was too
busy to be waited upon.
Mrs. Altwyn, perhaps the closest
and most sympathetic of her mother S
friends, helped save the situation She
came in each morning and worked hard
She found a new kitchen maid and another
chambcrmaid and kept Louise IN bed
until ltnch-timc. ut least
Carol was the third assistant. but
from the practical point OF view she
was of little help.
Il can sec about your flowers and
90 through the house to he sure the
servants keep it looking well, but other
wise, onu seem able To tell YOU how sorry
| an" Carol said. with a helpless little
esture of her hands Since | married
wealthy man seem TO have lost lot of
sense Louise, how did you ever do your
houseworl all those months when YOU
were first married. One Of my chamber
maids left yesterday and ! tried to make
my bed You should have seen itf
Il told YOU long time ago necessity
forced me to do y LOT OF things ! didn't
know how to do" Louise answered. In
spite of all the people trying 10 help me-
| seem to be running this f'irneral now
| don't know how. but have 10 do it.
Ono can do anything one has 10.
"Your r. a marvel, Louise, Carol
sald But you take a nap nov. Il bc
nice to all the country relatives who arc
about To arrive
"No. they'll want 70 sec mc and III
have t. sta, NJ, LOUIS" rcplled. Sec that
their rooms look nice and tell the cook
how many 10 expect for dinner
You look 50 awfuIly tired dear
Carol grlcved
And she did. She was tho centre of 4
cnrnnliS>cration that WAS even harder
10 stand than the sorrow itself. They were
wcll-moaning people, these aunts and
cousins from out -oi-tovn. but they meant
little to her Most Of them She had never
seen. some only on her wedding day
And They would stay with her hours
and talk Of her mothers early days
and hint at the unhappineSs of her itc.
They would glance then al the study INTO
which MIR Driscom had rcturcd and from
which he refused TO come And they
would talk Of other relatives deaths and
funerals. and sit with long faces and sigh
Poor child" she overheard once.
And with such father, And the baby
coming. too Have Won talked with tho
Young husband Isn't it all . pity
Louise, in mysteries, fed 10 her room.
followed by the troubled Harry who
tried to comfort her
Don't cry, please don't cry 50. he
begged.
I'm not at least, don know whether
I'm crying or laughing. Louise gaspcd
through tho nervous sobs that were
shaking her whole body "lsn this all a
tragic farce Ism It terrible? oh, Il s SO
much like the days before my Wedding
the same excitement and people sitting
and gossiping ard flowers arriving and
men in frock coats going about the house.
and All the talk about the church service "
She broke of choking back her scns-
II was the bride then and that was lifc.
Now mother, poor, dead. mother. is the
centre Of alI this fuss And that's death.
The fusS and ceremony Is almost the
same. Mother even thought my wedding
ceremony was q funeral
But weren't you happy over IT, even
if she didn't like US u marry Harry
asked. and tried 10 put his arms around
her
Louise shook him of
please don touch me. m so tired.
she said. nervously Harry got up, hurt
and rather frightened, too 1t was the
same story over again the old battle
between love and sheer physical wearness.
And he wondered again whether love
would triumph.
Monday New Plans.