Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1920-08-28
A SWEETHEART AT THIRTY
The Stsey Of . womAn's Transtormation.
BY MARION RUBINCAM.
Projected By 0eosss Matthew Adama
ANXIETY.
Chapter LXVI.

"I'll shoulder a lot of this. I'm glad
20 see YOU back" Bud said, gathering
UP our bclongings-at least rs many OF
them As nc could get into his arms.
Very proud of my knowledge Of how
20 get about-and perhaps inclined to
show off bit tipped the porter who
helped us with our things through the
gate Buds eyes lit up, and his sense
of humor, never far from the surface,
showed itself.
"Remember last timer he said. ere
member how polite and courtly you
thought all those men?" l smiled back
at him. Indeed did remember the help
less old lady who with beating, heart
walked with the countryfed little girl
through that gate before-a year before
shall we take the carr" Bud said,
ss VIC reached the sidewalk.
Something had happened that was Sc
rious when Bud Pearsoll suggested a
trolley? Bud was never inclined to come
home from any party except IN taxi
cab, and now, when taxi WAS matter
of convenience, he wss suggesting a
trolley.
"No. we'll have a cab," l said.
He fairly ate up Violet with his ewes
as we drove down to our apartment.
And vi, after the first moment of COM
plete happiness N seeing him again, and
after the inquiries AS to why he looked
so Neutrality-suspicious. which he evaded-
settled back in the cab.
But she gave little excited cries as
We passed familiar corners, and when
we swung into the glare of lights from
Broadway she simply gave long sigh
Of content, and put out her hand to touch
Buds.
~ ii ..o,, holo,,DoJ ~, Tho ,ifv -
Helen laughed. Look at Enid She's
miss a single gaudy electric sign"
"If you'd been burned on farm all
summer" vi began.
Yet the sun which sets so conveniently
right in front of your house, has more
colors and lots more candlepowcr than
all the signs you can imagine, Helen
teased.
"All right" vi laughed. "But I've
had the sunsets great many years and
now | want to see the artificial signs.
Our little fiat did look cosy to us when
we got into il again. II shan't rest until
/ unpack all the candlesticks and prints
and get out the lustre salad bowl, | said.
They laughed at me, but in sympathy
with me. for we were all glad to get
back-to get home again. | simply
would not think that this little paradise
might only last us few months more
and that then
You can bet I'm glad to have you
back" Bud said. 80 glad | moved
again, this time TO roomlng house
around the corner"
Violet looked at him and smiled-that
wonderful smile of hers whi ch promised
so much, and vet withheld so much.
II u Y vlon,al at ooh ~ bar And
we understood.
There's tea in the canister in the
kitchen. Helen said. "And sugar too.
You go out and make some tea, Enid,
and I'll run down the street and bring
in some buttered rolls or sandwiches
and some cream for the tea"
But the two did not know we left
them alone. They were already alone
in world entirely composed OF them
selves. II was place not even | could
enter-and ! did not want 70.
But out in the little kitchen | could
not help but hear, try a. | might not to
do so. 80,
.rve been crazy with worry, Bud dear.
You would not tell me in your letter and
YOU did not answer the last one | sent
you"
II hate TO write baS news.
Then tell me now"
mo, not now," Bud answered. TO
morrow"
There, | thought, was the keynote of
Bud Pearsoll's character-the greatest
fault he had was that OF procrastina-
ton He wanted to put off until some
other time the disagreeable thing or the
difficult thing, the day of reckoning
might come-but he wanted always to
push it little further ahead.
But Vi was little more practical-mind-
ed than this.
''You look badly" she began, attack
ing the subject from another angle, wom-
an-fashion.
"Oh, I've. been ILL., Not much and
it's all over. And haven't slept-heat,
you know"
That's not so. Heat never bothers
YOU. Please tell me the truth, Bud"
Tomorrow" Bud pleaded. ''Pll tell
YOU all about it tomorrow. Please, VI
dear I'm so glad TO see you now | don't
want TO think about anything else. vi,
I've wanted you so much!'
And then there was a little silence.
Tea tray in hand, j waited. ] did not
want to go in just yet. And my eyes
were little moist, perhaps.
H-if i get into any trouble, will you
believe IN me?" he asked.
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