The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1926-01-12
'RUM-RUNNING IN WASHINGTON"
By Donald McD0ugm
IMot1on Picture ana 4ne6pAc1i rASAtS 0eseEFSUl
CHAPTER III

some clue to what had become OF
Right well I. knew there was a
desk around the corner Of the CORR
dor: knew that an attendant could
be found there at any time; and
she could tell me what had hap
pened. She would have It all In
the big book she was eternalIy writ
ing in when went by. Why didn't
I 20 there and ask. instead Of cium-
silly sleuthing around the place
Hike a blind lunatic?
It was too far away. The idea
Of pushing through rs feet Of sus-
pense was sickening. ! was becom.
ing groggy anyhow. and leaned for
n moment on the dresser.
Poor man. The desk lady was
standing in the doorway smiling
enthusiastically. Tt was thought
less of them. But perhaps they
didn't expect you to get here so
quick"
what has become of my wife7'
Woman Must Tantalize
When a woman has bad news for
you, she delays telling 1t as long
as she can, out Of pity. She doesn't
want to strike the blow-that u.s.
II she likes you. II she doesn't
like you. she win delay out OF
malice. II she has good news, she
delays out Of wei. the instinct for
drama. perhaps. She foresees the
happy ending and she wants to
stretch 1t out as long as possible
and get all the satisfaction there
- in A ~ e0sm
few women who can resist doing
the cat and mouse act when they
find q man in their power. And
this nurse was not one Of the few.
''Your wife-Mr. Jones?"
YES"
Haven't you been told?"
TOLD WHAT"
why, she's been moved"
WHERE Tor
You'll find her In room-er-
upstairs in-er-roOm 49,"
And she looked at me with the
eager smile I have seen on the
face of a mother who leans over
q crying baby's crib and asks
well, did they treat it mean?"
It's a feminine trait, and the best
Of them can't help 1t, at times. But
I've never seen Eileen do 1t.
So the rolled-up mattress was a
false prophet, and Eileen was bet
ter. Otherwise she would not have
been moved-upstairs.
l was fairly smiling as i
approach room Is, and what I saw
ss 1 crossed the doorsilI made me
bubble up inside like a bottle of
ginger pop with the cork just
drawn.
r-I, 49,. -. %11--xo~ -wardoa
Roses, carnations, orchids q don't
care much for them, but Eileen
does) sweet peas, ferns, lilies Of the
valley-every breed and color Of
loneliness was there. And resting
on Eileen's arm in the white bed,
lay the baby, staring. cross-eyed
but interested. at the floral display.
Nurse Arranges Posies
At the window stood Miss Wade,
adding a feminine poke to what
resembled Observation-Disclosures
kitchen-full of American beauties,
and Miss Martin, the day nurse
was removing the cord from a box
of vioiets.
Eileen was improving. Her eyes
showed a luster when she opened
them. which wasn't long at time,
and her cheeks held at least a
suggestion of color. That was due
to the collateral circulation she was
setting up, Miss Martin said.
was glad to see it, whatever it
was due to.
Eileen asked me-and she had to
whisper, poor girl-she couldn't talk
out loud-to move the baby over on
the side toward me. She wanted
TO look at us both, she said, and If
was on one side and Sonny on
the other, how could she do It? 1t
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