Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-03-31
A PINK GERANIUM
BY LAURA MONTGOMERY

w. lPEl, ny NC lure Newspaper Syndicate
"And 80" ilnlshed Betty preathless.
ly, mother nnd have decided TO buy
In SEINE nice suburb near Chicago
never felt rcNlly at home In New
York"
"How perfectly lovely,' returned
Grnce, wlstful dark eyes on the others
fnce, ITO move Into n cottage md feel
that the roof Is really all your own, to
step out into grassy yard and be
free TO dig about and act out shrubs,
Why, Betty, wouldn't care II the
cottage was only three rooms and far
ont In the country
Retty smiled. Just rs romantic as
ever she teascd, "you used TO Talk
ubout kitchen done In blue and
white, with crisp white curtains blow
Ing out from easement windows, and
] believe you Insisted upon n pink
geranlum in the pot on the shelf above
the sink Now, FOR myself, ! um quite
willing to leave culinary decorations
to the servnnts.'
shall you keep mnid2" asked
Grace, who went downtown daily to
M Office and chung to n strap twice
n day,
Betty's head lifted prldefully. "My
dear, ] haven't had n chance to tell
you yet but that uncle of mothers
In Australia died md left us pot
OF money. We never cared for the
East, aud we decided to come back
here and get II fine little home where
we know everybody"
"Then of course your buy in Briar
CliR,' said Grace confidently I'm
determined to get n house on the
lake" replied Betty" and think how
youll enjoy your week.ends out
there. Wen golf every spare"
81 don't know how" Grace thought
of an old friend of hers, back In that
happy past, who had discouraged the
learning Of the popular game. He
had told her how ne admired her do.
nestle tastes and she, thinking con-
iidcntly Of the little blue-and.white
kitchen, had not learned to play. That
| Don had not been to call on her for
over two months had been source
Of keen disappointment to her
you'll soon pick 1t up laughed
Betty. Suppose we taxi out to Briar
Cliff this afternoon and look ut
houses2 Mother Is tired out from her
trip and wants to rest, but like to
be doing something every minute
Grace looked about the handsome
foyer of the Michigan boulevard ho-
tel with rather awed eyes.
During the swift ride out to the
suburb the braclng lake air sent a
dash of color into Grace's white
cheeks. She scarcely listened to her
chum, who chartered on of sunrooms,
terraces and refrlgerators cooled by
electricity,
AT last we can have just what we
want" went on Betty, "a low rambling
bungalow type"
Grace reused herself: won't n
bungalow of that type cost lot of
money?'
Betty nodded: 1--WE EXPECT to
spend about thirty thousand dollars
for it, she said, enjoying Grace's
start of ama2ement. "and-" here the
tender-hearted youth of her was
crystallized into rather shy speech
~ remember how dreadfuly we
wanted home of our own, never
dreaming that Uncle Don would think
of us in his will, and l have made up
my mind that win buy from young
salesman, some one who really needs
that commission to get start"
Grace, mentally computing the per
cent that would be paid to a real es-
tate firms assistant, gasped, On thir-
ty thousand dollars even the smallest
per cent usual to the salesman would
be considerable. Don had once talked
of going into real estate in Briar Cliff
and she wondered if he had little
office near the station, ~ would love
TO ask her to let me look around n
little before she goes to Van-Murray's
Office" she thought, but perhaps Don
would be vexed.' She had lively
recollection of Don's pride
Betty did not notice her chum's
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