Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1922-09-29
BOBBYS "GIRL"
BY MALCOLM BROWN
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The little, fashlonably dressed wom-
an with the lorgnette looked hopeless
ly at the long line of push-buttons and
letter-boxes on either side of the door
before she found the name. At last,
with little reckless gesture, she
pressed the button. The hall door
clicked, and she began the long tramp
upstairs. When one calls at an apart
ment house one always finds the per-
son sought for on the top floor.
AT the head of the fifth flight door
clicked open. Mrs Van Leyden found,
herself looking into the face of a
young. dark-haired woman.
Miss Farrell?' she asked.
Come ln." replied the other short
ly. She led her into gaudily fur
nished room, in the middle Of which,
upon hard. straight, velvet covered
chair, sat fat woman In middle life,
evidently Miss Farrell's mother, for,
except for the added years and en-
bonpolnt, the features were almost
identical. Mrs. Van Leyden looked at
the daughter and at the mother and
shuddered involuntarlly.
Mamma p said Miss Farrell.
"Oh. all right said the stout won.
an, and, taking the paper which she
had been reading, withdrew into an
inner room.
What can l do for you, Mrs"
ivan Leyden," said the visitor.
A light of understanding came into
Miss Farrelrs eyes.
mot Bobby Van Leyden's motherPp
she asked, apparently much amused.
Robert Van Leyden is my son."
answered the other quietly.
Then l guess know what you've
come for" retorted Miss Farrell "Slt
down. won't your Well, stand If you
prefer. You have heard that Bobby's
mashed on me and want to stop It
before 1t gets to the wedding bells?
Well, don't trouble about that"
Il have no fear of that" said the
visitor.
Some people," said Miss Farrell,
think that II woman Is on the
stage she doesn't amount to much.
And that's where they guess wrong.
Why, If my Joe even heard Of Bob
by's notes he'd wiring his neck"
You are engaged thenT inquired
the visitor, more gently
ITO the best man I'm the world" an
swered Miss Farrell, twirling a soil
talre upon her finger. "And for Joes
sake-and perhaps for Bobby's girl,
though she'd be well rid of him, in
my opinlon-I'll do what l can"
That's good of you"
"Will your husband take you to
the Imperial tomorrow night at eleven
II you ask himT inquired the actress
"of course he would. But what are
you going to dOY'
Fix Master Bobby. VIII you be
there?"
81 WILL" answered Mrs. Van Ley
den.
1t was In frenzy of fear and agI-
tatlon that Mrs. Van Leyden took her
place opposite her husband at the I'm
perial supper table the next evening.
Suddenly she started. Bobby was
coming I'M
But was this Bobby, who took a
seat at the supper table--this i'm
maculately attlred young man who
sat down at the farthest table, half
hidden under the palms? And this
hang-dog look in his eyes-she had
never seen that before. And the
woman with HIM
A stout. mlddle-aged woman of
fOrty-five or so, with huge red hat
from which depended five pink os-
trlch plumes yellow evening gown
trimmed with violet bows, pair OF
short, black gloves, vapld smile,
and-an umbrella
II was Miss Farrell's mother.
And suddenly she understood.
Say, Madge, | don't know what
your game was, but II was the dullest
evening | ever spent" complained
Mrs. Farrell as she got home, weary
and cross, at one o'clock. 81 fooled
that young fellow all right-anybody
could fool him. He thought I was
you all along. But what's the gamer
"Oh, just part Of the weeks work,
ma" answered her daughter YEARLY.