The Dolores star., 1924-03-21

l'N- ne WAS hilt VI tHbst "ii'
have the knack of getting 1t. But the
child did succeed in investing the util-
itarian meal with an atmosphere which
Jenne enjoyed. though II was to the
detrlment of the morning paper. Then
she constituted herself Jennle's chauf-
feur, driving her downtown every
morning with great elan in the road
ster and calling for her faithfully
every night: real inconvenience this
was, since Jennie wns used to being
free to come and go when she liked
Yet she found herself surprisingly re-
luctant to rebel at 1t. And she did
enjoy their long rides before or after
dinner. Trix was an amazingly good
driver, just on the hither side Of reck-
lessness. and held there by faultless
Judgment and skill.
You ought to have been an avia-
tor" Jennie said once at the end Of
a vivid ten seconds during which she'd
held her breath.
$50 I've been told" the girl re-
marked. ''by someone who ought to
know" At the end OF another mile
she made II clear enough who this
was. George Burns was an aviator
in the war-practically."
When Jennie. with a laugh. inquired
how he could be practically" an avia-
tor and not really one, she explained,
with a certain degree Of feeling. They
never gave the enlisted men a dogs
chance to get pilots licenses. George
was a mechanic, but he was going up
all the time, OF course. and some of
his officers were decent enough to let
him drive. Ashamed not to, l guess,
because he was better at 1t than most
OF them. He could do all the. stunts.
Isn't. 1t rotten that he never could
have chance? When you think Of
some OF the chumps that go strutting
around with pair Of wings"
Jennie didn't believe, she said. that
many of the men with wings on their
sleeves were chumps, but she agreed,
without reservation, that it was rotten
about George.
"Oh, he should worry!" TriN ex-
claimed Hes flying now, all right.
Got n good job in the air mail service"
Jennie remembered her treaty. and
suppressed the question that was on
her tongue, but this restraint cost her
some painful uncertainties. She was
rewarded by a measure Of reinsurance
that night before she went to bed.
She'd retired to her room, got into
dressing-gown and slippers, and was
belatedIy reading the financial news
in the evening paper, when the girl
came in, in her nightgown, her hair
loose about her shoulders, thrust aside
the paper, and sat down on the arm
OF Jennie's chair.
You're n peach, Jennie" she said.
And I'm a pig. 1t was in the paper
about George being one of the mail
pilots. I thought I'd show 1t to you
when I read ii, and then thought
wouldn't" She gave a little laugh,
and asked, ''You didn't think I'd been
going out with him on the sly, did your"
81 supposed he'd written to you"
Jennie admitted. II never thought of
its being in the paper
The girl sat thoughtfully awhile,
stroking Jennle's forearm, an absent
minded, impersonal caress, much like
legs. Presently, though, the quality
of it changed. She took the older
woman by the shoulders in a grip and
| looked intently into her eyes
you're the only person in the world
who's like that" she declared. ANY
body else, the minute said that about
him, would have thought of something
horrid. And believed 1t. too as quick
as they thought Of 1t. Dad, quicker
than anybody. And, oh. the HI he'd
have raised about it,"
There's reason for that, you don't
| want to forget" Jennie reminded her.
'He-adOres you. You're the only
thing In the world he really cares
| about"
Again there came a change in the
look Of the girls face, in the quality
| of her smile, In the feel OF her hands
| She slipped from the chair-arm down
into Jennie's lap, curled herself there,
and went soft and heavy. Don't you
| love me little bit yourself?" she
asked.
"Oh-say half OF that" Jennie re-
| piled contentedly. But at the end Of
five minutes silence she reused her
self bruskly and pushed the girl
away. ITS pretty near one o'clock,
and by half past eight tomorrow morn
| ing I've got to be somewhere where
| they expect me to be worth my salt
Run along and let me get some sleep :"
"I1l drive you down." Trix said
through a yawn as she made her re-
| luctant way toward the door
Not tomorrow" Jennie answered
| decisively. I've got to do lot Of
running around during the day, and
| I'll want my own car"
Trix shot back a quick look at her.
| family suspicious and openly resent
full, look which Jennie rewarded with
a laugh. "Oh, just as you like" the
girl said. with shrug; good night"
| But this was clearly the end Of the
| continental nhaSa of fha rala tIop Trix