The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-04-01
CHAPTER XIII.
.Jake's Visit.

Jake's Visit.
With a little uncertain Joy,
Chickie read the note. 1t had not
been mailed. He must have called
just scratched this off when he
found her absent.
She went running down the
stairs to Mrs. Janis, unaware of
the vivid, excited stains in her
cheeks. "A friend of mine called,
Mrs. Janis-when?"
The woman's long. drab face
lightened. Mr.. Munson? A week
ago. 1t was real grand in him,
wasn't it, leaving the candy for
Tony when he found you wouldn't
be in-real grand. Don't you
worry, dear; he said as he'd be
calling again-real soon."
Chickie went into the back yard,
took Wildie's head and shook 1t.
She laughed out loud.
The next day at work, the letters
on her typewriter kept blurring.
When was he coming? Soon? Oh,
she'd not be able to wait. Jake
would tell her things. He'd talk
and falkland, oh-she'd pour out
, her heart, too-she would be all
right. She'd hear truly of Jona-
than-of those two bearing so
bravely the quiet and the loss.
For Jake knew he'd called on
them-even once sat down to din
ner with them. Jennie wrote of
that. Talk and talk-yes.
She kept thinking this and
flushing. Jake's fine, warm hand
reached out and drew her from
the frozen pause that clamped
about her heart.
Betty Ordin shook out her yell
low curls with a sly, coquettish
wink: Dreaming about him,
Helen? Some garden, isn't it?''
"Why-oh. yes"
'Mean thing! Why didn't you
get here early and tell us about
it? We're all just busting to hear.
Make a hit-did your"
Each girl in turn passed
Chickle's desk on one pretext or
another and asked GREATNESS ques-
tons. Did she make a killing?
Have a gorgeous time? Gee, the
luck of her getting a three weeks
vacation on the Whitman estate.
At noon they crowded about her
in the dressing room. Betty said.
Hes a peach, isn't he? Don't
look startled, my dear-I mean
Lee. You know you're net the
only one to summer at Riverside.
Was there myself for a week last
year. Yes-Mrs. Potter gave a
charity bazaar and I made out the
reports and did a little bookkeep-
ing. She's not too sweet-but Lee.
Well, I'll tell the world he's the
real McCoy!'
Eloise interrupted with a drawl:
I'VE all know your song and
dawnce by heart, Betty. Give
Helen chance, please. / wonder
how they happened to pick you
and pass up all the old girls.
Rather odd
why. I just happened to be in
the office when Miss Whitman
phoned. / suppose that was it."
"Oh, she wanted you? What
for? Wasn't she in bed with a
! broken foot? What did she want?''
And then they insisted on hear
ing about the room. Chickie oc.
cupjed, the meals she ate, the kind
of work she did. And was lee
Whitman there all the time? He
hadn't shown his face at the of.
flee.
At this Betty began to giprle
You naughty, wicked girl! bet
you worked him into a good MANY
machine rides. just love #
down there. He's so fond ~
scenery. One night when / was
driving with him
Daisy Brack, the plain, wittv
girl. burst out laughing. "The
phantom ride of Miss Daisv O,Rah.
BILE! And how she caught the
comets tail-such a talen'
Doris came to her sisters roe
cue, forgetting to purse her linS
isn't Daisy fresh, though? Be.
cause Lee Willmen never SO much
as glances your way, DAISY.
wouldn't be quite so envious il /
were you"
Eloise Maxwell, taking n t,nv
jar OF blue salVe from her nurse
now drew veins at the bridge Of
her nose, blurring the shadows
with the most spaky grace across
her eyelids: --latest edition of
pocket beauty, my dears. Gives
one the dreamy air. WeIlEif
you'd all like my opinion. It's
this: She has the boy bapped
That's why she's so mum. Mich
has happened in three weeks as
we all know. Believe me, I'd
have come back with a sparkler
on my finger or know the reason
why!'
(To Be Continued Tomorrow