The Washington times., 1922-08-20

How lovelyV
There's note inside, by all ac-
counts" whispered Mrs. humble
hoarsely, and made mysterious
signals.
"Where's Helen?" asked Jordan
from the window. . Ns Oil
. ss'In the garden secmmuning with,
nature. That child is too serious
for this fansily. Helen, HelenP
she shrilled, :. and Helen Yeoman's
precise voice answered her,
Z Helen was slim and tall Her
hair was carefully drawn back to
show a high, white forehead, and
was plated irreproachably. Her
schoolgirl dress was worn decor
ously long, and from the toes of
her trim shoes to the black ribbon
In her hair she was all propriety.
("Helen" said Josephine, describ-
ing her, sis the kind of kid that
has never come to the table with
messy hands and has never had q
hole in her stocking. She's in-
human.") ~ ,.@tI
She crossed to where Jordan
was sitting in his favorite chair,
and kissing him sedately on the
forehead, sat down on hassock
by his side. 500 s
Jordan, I've finished the play"
said Georgina. Z"
Have you duck7 I'll bet it's a
winner" ,5T2
at is lovelyH' said Georgina,
shamelessly. Josephine says
well, ask Josephine" T..
Josephine, came in at that mo-
ment, and came with crash and
the utterance of words haif-stified.
Helen frowned painfully.
"Who put that dam-damp cloth
upon the stairs?" she demanded,
wrathfully. "Did i hear the dulcet
tone of Ernest Charles, or did my
ears deceive me?" Z,
Leave Chinky alone" said
Georgina. "He brought me these
flowers" :
'Hullo, Jordan, been to mar
ket?" Josephine's hand dropped
on her fathers shoulder. She had
not seen him that day, for Jordan
had left at an uncomfortably early
hour.
He nodded.
"Yes." --s
"Sell anything"
"No," said Jordan, squirming.
"Did you see the bank mani"
demanded the remorseless Jo-
sephine.
81 did" said her father, defiant
ly. "He was very reasonable about
the overdraft." He dropped his
hand caressingly upon Helen's
head.
as he going to increase it,"
demanded Josephine.
Helen turned up a reproving
face.
81 really don't think you should
worry dear father" she said; "he
must be very tired; aren't you,
dear"
Josephine's sneer was almost
audible.
"Oh, look at Helen," she scofred.
Here's a picture for you, Geor-
gia! Fair child crouched at ruin
ed fathers feet-caressing hand.
Looks up at cruel sister with sor-
rowful eyes"
"You just leave Helen alone,
too" said Jordan, good humoredly.
81 can't leave anybody alone,
Jordan-not to-day. The day the
lOdger comes"
81 think 'Iodger' sounds awful.
Why not paying guest Joseph
ine?" she asked, severely.
Because he hasn't paid yet"
said the practical Josephine. "He's
'lodger' till Saturday"
Jordan's face clouded.
81 hope he is not going to give
you a lot of trouble" he said, and
Josephine for once agreed with
him.
81 hope so for his sake-if he
does, I'll chuck him out"
"Chuck?" murmured Helen.
What would you say, angel
shower"
"At st. Margaret's," said Helen,
gently, 81 used to fine the girls for
slang. In fact, Miss Reppley said
that from the day | became head
girl the tone of the school i'm
proved immensely"
81 wonder you can sleep at
night. Any letters?"
'The post isn't in yet"
"Was there anything this morn
ing?" asked Jordan.
"Nothing-it is the mail I'm
thinking Of. | wonder how they'll
like The Farers.'
Jordan had once tried to keep
tag Of Georges plays; he had
given up after the fprtieth.
'That is the last but one, isn't it?"
mo. | wrote that last Sum-
smer," said Georgina. "We shan't
hear how they like The Farers'
for long time"
t'The manager hasn't had it
more than year." explained the
cynical Josephine.
"If you'll forgive me saying so,"
said Helen, al don't think they'll
accept itw .
"And why not?" demanded Jo-
sephine, hands on hips, glaring