The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-11-06
DOMESTIC DAYS
By ROY L. DrCARDELL


 tired of it, even if she never has to pay for her dinner because she has several gentlemen friends who are doing splendidly in Wall street."
 What's the little blond lady's kick about dining out if the check is paid for her by gentlemen friends?" said MT. Jarr. "The food must be too rich and the surroundings too pleasant for the little blond lady, eh, what?"
 Oh, dear-I don't know!" replied Mrs. Jarr, sometimes Mrs. Kittingly puzzles me. She comes home at all hours in taxicabs, But who am that I should criticise? She tells me with tears in her eyes that her lire has been blighted and the whole world misunderstands her. Yes, l know she~is talked about, but I do believe she is more sinned against than shining"
 Well, I've noticed that all families have friend or a relative whose moral pulchritude they are compelled to attest" said MT. Jarr. Ours seems to be the little blond lady, Mrs. Kittingly.
 "The Stryers have a rich uncle who has made his money in medical quackery who they say is a magnifi- cent man. John Rangle has an aunt that's a shoplifter, and he declares 1t is an obsession and the aunt is more to be pitied than censured-especially when she gave his wife some of the more valuable things she stole and they had to go to court"
 But you can't say that Mrs. Kit tingly Is anything like those people, retorted Mrs. Jarr. Anyway, she told me she will either marry again or else go into the moving pictures, because you know she does take a beautiful photograph. And she told hn alimony is wholly inadequate, be- cause the styles are getting more ex- pensiVe all the time, and while she hates to give up her independence she must either marry again or go to work"
 as'But I thought she had been mar ried several times to fiends in human form and got alimony from several of them," ventured MT. Jarr.
 Now, that's just how people ex- aggerate," declared Mrs. Jarr. She's been married only to two brutes that she gets alimony from; she told me so herself. And one of them deceived her grossly by the way he dressed He was only a salesman on commls- sion and had no regular income, anu the judge only sentenced him to pay her S5 a week He is the collector for the very instalment house Mrs. Kittingly pays S5 a week to on some of her furniture. So when he calls for his money, she just tells him. Pay it with MY money! So, as Mrs Kittingly says, she absolutely never gets a cent from him.
 But doesn't she get credit for the s5 on her account?'
 And I do pity her." continued Mrs. Jarr, ignoring MT. Jarrs question: For Mrs. Kittingly tells me that she just as well might be married, really, as to put up with the way that this man uses improper nouns when she makes him pay for the instalments with her alimony."
 Jarr.
 "Yes," said Mrs. Jarr. Swearing. Mrs. Kittingly says the way he swears would make people believe he was still her husband instead or only a caller on rather unimport- ant business matter.
 What will they be doing next is what I want to know!" exclaimed Mrs Jarr "Of course, if you leave out potatoes and take long walks and drug yoursc'@ till you are dizzy and weak, you may do it; and maybe this is just as good way as any, but it certainly looks as though she was only making show for herselE and trying to attract attention. And yet, after all, it's her own business and if she doesn't bother anybody why should anybody bother her?
 And as sure as you live they've turneu round and are coming back, but whether it's because she thinks this is quiet street or not l don't know"
 If you are through initiating cross waves on the radio, may l ask what's the answer?" Said MT. Jarr in amaze ment.
 Radio? What do you mean, pleasei. asked Mrs. Jarr.
 I'm asking you what you are rav- ing about" was the reply.
 Huh" sniffed his good lady "Come to the window and see. What would you think of me if l was mak- ing an exhibition of myself like that?"
 MT. Jarr, his curiosity aroused. came over to the window to behold aAlarge and costly rrnabout automo- bile pass the house at the slowest possible pace it was capable of. Thls speed, however, was sufficient 10 cause a woman who walked behind it holding on to rope to step rap Idly. The woman had on cap tied tight to her head with folded veil, and a long gray raincoat was all else of her costume that might be seen.
 "Is she crazy? asked MT. Jarr. "Or is it an advertising dodge or some kind? It's plain that she should be in an asylum.
 Mrs. Jarr regarded him with scorn. "That shows all you know!" she said. That's the very latest way to do it"
 DO what?" inquired MT. Jarr in amazement as he beheld the chauf- feur turn the car around, and once again the car with the woman hold