Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-11-28

,,., she was a convenient person tt
go Especiaily on maids days out
s1.,,ery never minded how many per
.ou, dropped In to impromptu Thurs
,.r uppers. Nor how many unrulJ
s,dd,ss Hockcd to her back yard. Sht
.-.r .et visiting mothers in law be
vished on her.
4 sparkling June melted into Ian,
ia July. Bertha, who was always
:, her worst in hot weather, bega
"a fret. Mnrgery's irrepressible vigol
.os an insult; the pace that intriguing
.ou,r person set had become a CALLING
..ur Yet there was never u WORD
f,om Margery TO suggest that Bertha
,,,s, do anything that Bertha ddn't
msnt 10 do. Things might have gone
sionv this way for the rest Of the
snur,cr IL Charles hadn't stupidity taken
~ ouoting Margery and boasting about
Wsrgery very much, as though she were
nrecocioils kiddie and he were her
sond father. That was the straw that
broke the camel back of Bertha's pride.
irbev oiarreled 20 bitterly one humid
nisbt over a seeming trifle that Charles
iost his new found serenity of spirit and
soid things so harsh that Bertha dis
solved in Mysteries.
"Bit run down." DR.. Haswell vouch :
ssfed in answer to Charles conven- =
tional question when the doctor came
down to the porch after giving Bertha
a mild opiate. 'Deuced hot even for
this time of year. Do her good to get
a change of air.
n hr p
ins evening, Charles pleaded business.
Bat under the doctors urging he agreed
TO 20 for a week END and leave Bertha
with the Rawsons for August.
Margery vas all sympathy she drop
ned in on the morning they were leaving
to hear Rertha's frctful grumbling
about packing.
"Look here she burst out in her
impctuous way. II wish you wouldn't I
20 away feeling this way about me! ]
/ told sou long ago ahat I'm not the bad
lot you keep thinking me. Truly, I'm
not But you do make me want to shake
you, you dear silly. You're such a
bungIer. ! m going to see this through.
though, and when you come back, say
about The last week In August or the
| first Of Septcmbcr---"
Glow dare YOU tell me what TO do :"
Bertha long silent anger broke. 'Oh,
how hate you If weren't sick. so
tired and sick that l can't keep fight
ing you any longer-if you weren't in
my own house. ! suppose you'll get
/ him in the end you're already winding
him around your little finger. l sup
pose I'll spend the rest Of my life hating
you But I tell you right now, III
take every cent of alimouy I can get ~
"2ut IL ! write You or telegraph
you, you d come back. wouldn't you?'
Margery's tones were very gentle. And
put on soft gray dress with frilly
fchu and do your hair high like Aunt
Debs? I've brought you n comb like
Aunty Debs' old silver filigree back
comb. 1t would be just sweet in your
halr."
"Go away. / hate you And 1 al
ways hated his old Aunt Debs! Go
away
Margery went. She went with her
/ Jaws shut tight.
Over the week -end she golfed and
swan and played tennis every minute.
| che was fevcrlshly active; she was
really waiting, bright eyed and alert,
I for Charles return. lie had planned on
coming back Tuesday. But Monday
night latter hectic Sunday with an
e1acting Bertha) found him. cap and
bag in hand, hurrying up Margery 5
path like boy. He whistled the call
he had taught her years before.
10. Cinderella :" he called softly
under her windows. Come on down.
There prince hanging around; an
old prince who feels like a party"
Shc came to him unwillingly. Her
love mess took his breath away.
"You darling!" he whispered.
"Rut YOU are a darling--' he
caught her in his arms. She beat her
fists against him. You beast. She
barred her teeth at him. "You beast,
you're spelling cverything--"
She fed. leaving him amazed, angrier
at hor-and at himself--than he had
ever been before in his life.
Her usual sunny self, she phoned him
10 the morning.
"Weren't We third acty last night?'
The blithe good bumor Of her made his
heart sing with joy. 1T must have been
that moon"
Sorry I was such cad" his
rucful voice told the story of his sleep
less night. II don't suppose you'll
understand, but there're times when
L"
Times when if you'd give me a de-
cent handicap, might win nine holes
- she interrupted gayiy. "1ll take
you on this morning or, If you're in a
hurry TO get to town, I'll wait till
afternoon. Bet you a ball, a hole or
anything you Say"
| "A "ArI "SfSea r. very numoly' .. ii.
sb. bn,u bu Sne siallinered ANN Jus. o"'
y ION" "nb S,u GU S9u lease beitna .
thrill ""'' no ahs"cFeu periu"c'
TTo, u.oa a.. . a., H.. .;
that In tbc,. was ",s, inc ie~t 10 ihe las' SI'nt
Bertha ever SPOKE 10 eacn o'"er ABOUT