Evening star., 1926-09-29

out any assistance from old Dutton,
he said shortly.
Jessamine called up Mrs. Lansing
| to learn details of the scheme and two
or three calls back and forth ensued.
| So far, so good. Jessamine was de-
| lighted and recently married, but am
| bitions for social honor in a town
where she was only beginning to get
acquainted, she saw innumerable path
| ways for success opening before her.
In winning Mrs. Lansing she had ac-
| complished great deal.
But Mrs. White and Bernice Craft
were not so enthusiastic about the
rubber scheme.
why, yes. I'll help" Mrs. White
| promised reluctantly. And "Oh, sure
,. I'll help" agreed Bernice. But after
all, it was Jessamine who put the ad-
| 1t, too. 1t read: Rubber! Rubber.
Save your old rubbers and galoshes
| and rubber boots for the woman's
| club. Report to Mrs. Horace Cole,
| No. 8 Wayside avenue"
There were many reports, but with
| out exception, the profferers of rub
Der declined to send their wares
Couldn't j g a m ne send after
| them?" Send after them! Jessamine
was staggered. She called up Bernice
Craft, but she was out of town; she
had gone for an extended visit in the
| city. She called up Mrs. White. but
Mrs. White was ifl-a cold and CON
fined to the house. She called up the
president of the woman's club and it
happened that that astute lady had
neuralgia and she was ready to snap
| at the whole world.
why. get out your car and gather
up the rubber. That's what you will
have to do" she commanded
Now Horace's car was new, a dark
blue sedan with corded velour up
holstery. Jessamine had just begun
to drive it. and she enjoyed the SEN
| satfon she made at the wheel, her
pretty face visible through the plate
glass windows. She did not mind
going about with the car at all: it
would be rather nuisance to collect
rubber. She appealed to Mrs Lansing
and Mrs. Lansing appla auded her ef-
forts. SO one sunny afternoon she
| covered the corded velour with old
| newspapers and started on her
mission.
She had distinct sinking of the
heart as she proceeded on her errand.
One woman said that she always.
saved her rubber for her little boy to
sell. another was coldly curt, a third
flung pair of old boots at her as if
she was junk dealer fourth sug-
gested that she ought to have brought
pair of scales to weigh them on.
BY the time she had gone her
rounds Jessamine was scarlet with
confusion, heat and WEAKNESS. The
velour cushions of the back seat of
the sedan were piled high with ugly
smelly, Wornout rubber; the stuff was
visible through the windows Jessa-
mine bit her lips with embarrassment
as she made her way through the
traffic of Main street.
A knot in the line of traffic which
engaged the attention of the policeman
in charge held her up and she stopped
her car with a jerk. At that instant
she was conscious of attracting every
eye. Hastily glancing behind her, she
found that she had failed to shut the
back door of the sedan tightly at her
last stopping place and it had opened.
And through the side portal spilled a
stream of overshOes, galoshes and
boy gave a shout:
Lamp the junk
Horrified and chagrined Jessamine
met a pair of wickedly amused eyes
the eyes Of Mrs. Lansing. who was
promenading in the loveliest new
Spring attire. But Mrs. Lansing
showed no recognition; she turned her
attention to the woman beside her.
Presently Jessamine made her way
home, ignoring the overflow of her
booty. which grumbing white
wings presently flung into his cart:
Once in her own garage she snatched
IL
papers. set the door of the sedan ajar
so that the interior might air. and