The Washington times., 1926-06-18
Tense Situations, Thrilling Clmaxes and the AmOurs Of
HOt-Headed Youth Feature This EngrOssing
s and Exciting Serial Novel;

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rection of the party. Ranny was
going back to elsie Leopold there
was no doubt about IT.!
The next morning at. s, Juniors
small voice Weakened Peggy, as II
did every morning ~ Mother!
M0taler!'s
Size sat up in bed, swung her
slim bare feet over the edge OF u.
and then gave "a sharp, little cry
De i aniazeTilent.
Rannyss bed had not been slept
Int
Everything just as It should be-,
but no Rannyi
Peggy stood on the rug In her
bare feet blinking at the bed as
III it could tell her where it,
owner was, for d minute.
Then she answered the persist
emit vail from Juniors tiny room
fOtheri Mother! He was
sitting up ia his little crib, hold
Ing out his hands In their flannel
nlitts. asking her to free them.
Junior sucked his thumbs. and
the gloves were slowly breaking
him Of the habit.
The Baby Consoles Her
sDoes he want his little bath,
my birdling?' Peggy crooned to
him, picking up the little. warm
body and carrying It into the
bathroom.
But as she bathed the baby,
powdered him and put on his
little garments, her mind was
busy with Ranny.
Where could he have gone last
night? Back to Iolly's house?
Where had he slept?
Where was he now, for mercy's
sake?
Peggy remembered one other
night when he had not come
home the night when Junior
was born. And to this day she
didn'f know where he had spent
that night!
He had never told her. and
she had never had the courage
to ask him where he had been.
He hated to be nagged and cross.
questioned by her. {
I'm not going to be hem
peckedv was one of his favorite
expressions when Peggy asked
him questions about himself.
And so She had got herself
into the habit Of never asking
him anything personal She
didn't even knew hesN much
money he made these days.
He spent most 81 It on himself
anyway.
His chiffonier was filled with
shirts Of dull white silk and the
finest of underwear. He had silk
socks, and socks Of wool hand
knit by Scotch peasant women.
His lTandkerchiefs were mono.
grammed and had hand-rolied
hens The long box on the top
tof his Schiffonier held SO ties, soft
and bright-hued and expensive.
One of Peggys weekly tasks
was to steam and press those
ties. She usually did 1t on Sat.
urday night when Ranny was out
playing cards.
It was labor of love. she
iadored to see. Ranny well.
gF0omed and handsome.
He, said that 1t was. good buel.
ness to look well. and she wanted
to do everything she could to
help him along in the world of
business. She knew that it was
part Of Wife's job to help her
husband get along.
ss At IL o'clock. with Junior In her
arms, Peggy rang the doorbells of
F'ay's 1-Ioom apartment.
A maid trim in black dress and
white apron, answered the door.
Tired Of Her Husband
Mrs. Carriers not up yet" she
said primly, but at that moment
Fay opened a. door down the long
corridor and called :'Yes, / am
come along, Peggy"
AS she passed the dining room
Peggy caught glimpse of Eddie
Carter sitting at breakfast, all
alone at one end Of the long table.
He put down his paper and half
rose from his chair when he say
her.
Hello, Peggy" he. said. in his
fat voice, have a cup o. coffee?"
Somehow he struck her that
moEning as pathetic. Plump and
sleek and well.dressed as he was,
there yet was look OF misery
about him. Even his round cheeks
seemed to hang over his collar in
hopeless. unhappy way.
What's wrong with; Eddie, this
morning?" she couldn't help ask.
ing Fay when she went into the
silk-hung perfume.scented bed.
room where the mistress of the
establishment was having break
fast in bed.
2 Fay shrugged the bare shoulders