The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1919-09-11

ANINA wv M
Hurry home tonight" Gates." Pa
tricia said when she kissed him be-
Tore he left for the office. Cassie
Lane telephoned me she and Lucille
Adams were coming up this evening
ana wanted to bring a friend. some
woman Of whom they say very fat
terinR things"
AN right. dear; III get home as
early as possible Gates returned,
hut without much enthusiasm. He had
ho iked Cassie Lane. Neither had
Lucille interested him. But u Patri-
Ola wanted him he would he be there.
All day she thought OF the evening,
me pleasure II had In store for her.
Hne made the apartment neat and
fersclf attractive. she would have a
simple dinner and leave the clearing
away until after her guests had left.
She also would have some little dish
Tor them. They could use the chatting
dish and make Il and serve Il from
the tea table IN the living room.
h was all excitement when Gates
came in n hurried him through his
dinner with very little He
suggested they clear the table aud
then have TIE supper she spoke uf In
the dining room.
1T Is 80 much more comfortable
when one sits at a table," he urged,
especially II you intend TO serve
n"Hi,ttttfs nos. % nrA hurfledlN
carried tho dinner things into the
kitchen. Hut before Pptricia had
taken on her apron or Gates had
!rcshened up the bell rang.
They are early birds an right"
he said as he hurried TO brush his
hair. while Patricia flung her apron
on a chair n answered the bell He
heard the chorus OF greeting, the deep
voice OF the friend they had brought
uNE ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Fha NsH..A....u-. M
Patricia called him.
Miss Elder. this Is my husband.
Mr.. Van Brunt. You have met Miss
Lane and Miss Adams. I believe" lie
acknowledged the Introduction, spoke
TO the others, then Patricia carried
them into the bedroom to lay on
their thirgs, while he Rrcaned in
wardly because OF his spoiled evening
-as he considered H.
Afterward. while they chatted OF
various things. his mind wandered To
his business. He was scarcely con-
scious OF their presence. Suddenly he
was u by hearing the deep
voiced stranger ask n question with
such forcible emphasis that-as he
said Afterwards would wake a
dead man
But what do you do?" The ques-
tlon, he saw. was directed at Pa
Afh'f y" ANHAhAkNAN AhAkh Ht
listened.
"why-I-why l keep house" she
stammerod.
Yes. I know" with some impa-
thence. but what do you do? Any
one can keep house"
why I try to make my husband
comfortable with an appealing look
az Gates ana a sort OF shumed apol-
ogy In her voice.
And she does Il. too" he broke in.
But that rs nothing-nothing at
an Miss Elder dismissed Gates with
"a gesture. Then once more turning
TO Patricia. h face had flushed
redly. she asked again: what do vai
do for your sex? I heard you were
a brilliant woman. one who was cap
able OF making a dent In things"
Gates muttered an oath under his
breath. lie would have liked To put
a dent In her. He was sorry for pa
tricia. yet he couldn't quite UNDER
stand her humiliation. why ala she
care what that heavy voiced, strong
minded woman said?
"Oh, no. I am not brilliant at an"
Patricia replied. her voice q refec-
ton OF her face all her usual firm
ness gone, that tone or apology In ~
place. Before ] married / was as
sistant editor 81 the Blade. I expect
mat Is Eherc-I am helping him
now"
And after being In such n POSI-
ton you are contentcd with thls?" a
world Of scorn In her voice az she
made n of her comprehensive ges-
turcs. How can yOu?"
Mrs. Van Brunt has plenty 10 0c-
cupy her mind and time" Gates In.
terrupted. incapable OF keeping SIM
longer. Then rising, Le added: "ahnll
We all go into the dining room? Mrs.
Van Brunt has the chatting dish ready
to HIGHT, 1 believe"
They trooped after him, Miss Elder
with her head held high. the lo0k Of
scuru 1iill lingering on her face. Cas-
sic Lane u Lucille Adams pitifui, II
their faces expressed their thoughts,