New Britain herald., 1927-02-19
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ing"
Nobody wants you to, goose,
Gus laughed at her. Come on, an
get out. l want to show you thi
house"
Without stopping to wonder VIII
| he wanted to show it to her, Bob
bic got out of the car and followe,
him up the tagged walk. Togethe
they went around the little fairy
b, tale house, peeping in at all tn
windows. The rooms were a.
quaint as the house itself. The,
were filled with lovely old-fash
toned furniture, bright rag rugs
old pewter ware, and . fIoweret
chintz curtains.
ut belongs to an artist and hi.
wife who have gone to New York
for the winter" Gus told her as
they looked In at the little kitchen
with its rows of shining pewter
and copper pots, its glistening
china, its ruffled shelves.
Behind the house there was q
neat little yard that sloped down
to a wall that overhung the tiny
brook.
"I never saw anything SO pretty
as this in my life" Bobbie de-
clared as she and Gus leaned over
the stone wall. side by side. III
had a house of my own, I'd want 1t
to be Just like this"
OF course. she didn't want a
house of her own. Nothing was
further from her desires. What
she did want, just then, was a
career-the thing that Gus had
just promised to give her, II she
would put herself into his hands.
A career in pictures. What could
be more wonderful? Who could
ask for anything better? All at
once, as she stood there above the
whispering little brook, Bobbie felt
dreadfully sorry for all the women
in the world who couldn't have a
career in moving pictures. For all
the women who had to spend their
days in little houses. in little back
yards. in little apartments. For
women who had to do all the dull
homely tasks - the dish washing.
the bread-baking, the making,
the marketing, and the mending.
Terrible jobs, those.
Il thought you might like this
house. It's for rent" the voice of
Gus cut in upon her thoughts.
"I?" Bobbie turned wide. gold
flecked eyes upon him. Surprise
was written plainly in them. ZIP"
Yes. You. You can afford TO
rent a decent place now" Gus an
swered her, although the question
of her salary had never been
brought up. You'll want TO live in
a quiet place-a place where you
can have your friends. instead of
that tacky boarding house"
But I haven't any friends here"
she said, land I don't want to see
a lot of people the next few weeks.
I want to work hard for you all
day, and sleep twelve hours every
night so that I'll look fresh and
poppy in front Of the camera. I'm
going to be credit to you. Gus.
You'll be surprised" she laughed.
I'D die of the blue creevies, I'd
be so afraid here alone at night.
she added with the
nearest neighbor on the other side
of the park, and that little brook
to itself-ugh!"
You could have a housekeeper.
he said carelessly, "and ! could
come, sometimes, and have supper
with you. I don't like the idea OF
your coming up to my house any
more. Lottie Schultz does a lot of
lately, and there's
bound to be nasty talk if you keep
on coming"
He turned around, hands In pock-
cts, and took another long look at
the friendly little house with its
green roof cooked on top of it Ike
! cap.
you know. I get doggoned lone
some some times, Bobbie." His
hand closed over hers on the sun
warmed stone of the little wall. II
get lonesome for you. 1t seems to
ne that we see each other so lit
lie. You have to be home at mid
hight. always, or Mrs. Mangan will
brow q fit-and Lottie Schultz will
throw one If We stay up at my
rouse after ten o'clock. seem
llways to be saying goodby to you
ust when I'm beginning to enjoy
myself"
Well, that was true enough, Bob
oie thought. Evenings when they
we're together seemed all too short. |
t was always time to separate just
when they were having 1.-The incest |
ime-settling down to a good talk |
driving along under the magic |
noon of southern California.
And yet wasn't it queer thing |