Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1919-12-10
MOONLIGHT AND MONEY.
by Marion Rubincam.
NERVES.
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! &Ilpbtt bf IL
Louise was in no condition to play
nurse to sick and irritable woman, yet
most of the care Of her mother came to
/ her. Anne, after dozens of attempts to
| please the invalid, fled to Louise one
morning and with angry sobs threatened
| to leave
Louise was dressing at the time. She
| turned and looked helplessly Mt the maid.
| "But YOU mustn't 90, Anne, she
said IL wouldn't know what to do with
out you. Never mind mother, she cant
help being this way. She wont be SO cross
when she feels better
"Shc won't have me around, Anne re-
piled wping her eyes II don't mind her
| temper so much; sick folks has right to
| be little cross, I've always said. But she
ordered me out of the room-said | was
| ugly and my face annoyed her
"Nevcr mind, Anne, she told me looked
| like graveyard, the other day, Louise
answered by way of consolation. - on
bring her trays rs far as the door and put
them on the little table and Ill wait on
her. | can do that much, anyway.
at must be rather hard on an Invalid
to have someone moping around, LII Just
have to smile, she said to herself later,
as she started for her mothers room.
But her good resolutions vanished at
the sight of another letter III Harry 3
hand writing on top of the pile OF her
mothers mail.
She put the letter aside and arranged
the breakfast tray, then started to open
her mothers mail for her.
Never mind my letters, read yours
first Mrs Driscom said.
'It will kccp," Louise answered.
'1n read yours to you first and YOU
can tell me how you want them answered.
THAT Young fool wants you to come
back again. Mrs Driscom said Read IT
and find out . Louise obeyed mechanically
II was enough of strain to read his
letter alone but with unfnendly eyes on
her back, Louise felt IL was almost I'M
possible Still she went through 1t.
Wasn't | right?' Mrs. Drisoom asked
triumphantly.
mo, he saws I'm doing the wise thing
to stay here Louise said He saws he
thinks he is going 80 secure another con
tract through some friends of Mrs. Shafts
bury and perhaps his commissions will
nav off the most pressing bills. He says
maybe he will rent the house later In the
spring and we can take a small apartment
where the work wont be
'IlC thinks and maybe and per
hans F." Mrs Driscom interrupted.
'"That $ like him Oh. told you you would
have this sort Of thing TO 90 through with. :.
"But he cant be q success all at onc,,
Louise defended tho absent.
'sNo. but he might have been part
wav there before he asked you 20 marry
him.
Il wanted to marry him. knew we'd
be poor It's my fault, because ! wasn't
brave enough to stand little trouble,
Louise was on the point Of tears but de-
termined not to break down
We'll. YOU'VE learned your lesson
and you're not apt 70 ~ back to that
sort Of thing again. There was the old
CLEAN Of grim satisfaction IN the mothers
ewes as she spoke.
"Of course, I'm going hack, louise
retortcd "But not until can be help,
not burden.
"a burden, echoed Mrs. Drrscom
'FW hen you fixed up house from scraps
and makcshlfts and sold your Jewels to
pay for even that
"Rut the thing you don't seem to
understand Mother. Louise tried to
be patient. as she explained Is tha
am in love with Harry,
Love nonsense. Mrs Drlscom ans
wered angrilv ''You haven't got over
your romantic ltlt+AS YET " Iiat 'liti iAt ElSt
YOU, ANYWAY? Not comforts, nor proper
care: you've admitted that "
There's more to marriage than that,
Louise said
lie didn't give you even An exclusive
affection Even L shut up in this miserable
house. know ne is seen all around town
with Mrs SALISBURY And everyone
knows that every man his age falls in
love with her
Louise opened her mouth to defend
even tins, which her sense Of fairness told
her was unjust But she couldn't find the
words She gave way finally to the un-
reasoning. unanswcrable outhurat Of youth
when II IS hurt and angeFcd hcvond the
point Of reasoning.
Il hate YOU. | hate you' size cried
much * she had done Year before. and
fled TO her room. to give way TO hvsterlcal
sobhinG
Tomorrow A Caller.