Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-22
THE EVENING STORY

Ting. It made perfect din IN her
ears, soft though it was.
She had lust almost decided that
she would pack at once and go home
to mother when Jules appeared, his
skin glowing from his recent shave,
He looked so happy and fresh that
Emily felt worse than ever. what
right had he to be happy and fresh
when she was so miserable? She rose
| from, her cushions. dragged forth a
| bag from the closet and started TO
| pack.
Whats the idea?" demanded Jules,
| plea sanity enough. He waited long
| time to ask, at that. Emily thought
he was just going to let her do 1t and
saw nothing He would let her go
home to mother, would he? She was
almost in tears when she answered.
Il am leaving you forever
Jules smiled and came nearer, even
peered into the bag she was packing
"Well. ] am not going home to
mother What are you doing with my
pajamas in there?'
Il hate to bother you, dear he
smiled. but you must come and get
me some breakfast first. He took
her by the arm. 1t was useless to
resist, so she went fast enough. He
couldn't make her get him anything
to eat, thought
Here. dear. is the coffee pot and
there's the coffee, and you do it this
Way. !" He was placing every
thing in her hands as he spoke. He
was amiabe enough, but Emily
thought she caught a certain under
current that-well, Emily did just
what he told her to--boiling mad all
the time.
Now sit down here and eat some
thing" he coaXed. You have long
train ride before you. ~ Emily sat
down and ate as one in dream. Here
she was-absolutely failing in the first
correction she had tried to make. Her
marriage was headed straight for the
rocks.
Jules had kissed her unresponsive
lips and told her to have good time
when the door slammed on him. And
he was Whistling, That more than
ANYTHING else caused Emily to start
packing again. First she emptied the
bag of everything that belonged to
Jules She would try to keep his
things out--this time
All at once Emily felt tired She
had collected so much from the house.
1t was fatiguing to cart this stun
about She leaned back on the pink
couch for a moment and closed her
eyes.
Two hours later she was awakened
by the jangHng of the telephone bell
Hello, Emily" II was his voice
over the wire-happy, too, Get a bag
packed for me quick, dear. | have to
leave on business in an hour-thats
rightly
She hurried back to the bedroom
and started to unpack the bag. Jules
was in a hurry. She looked at
the garment she had taken out and
then went through the articles she
had packed early that morning.
Everything was Jules. Jules socks,
Jules shirts! Jules ties. Everything
Jules
Wen, that was already finished.
She snapped the bag and looked
about the room. All the other stuff
had to go back-quick. Almost be-
fore she had finished Jules opened the
front door.
He swept her into bear-like en-
brace. "Have to hurry, dear-wish
could take you-be away two weeks"
he called over his shoulder as he
snatched his bag and left.
Emily looked after him, twisting
her fingers and wondering what was
the matter with her anyway Jules
hadn't asked one word-about her or
the trip she was taking. Jules dIdn I
care much for her. He couldn't care!
Emily spent a very miserable, though
enjoyable 10 minutes thinking of that
Then she resolved TO improve herself
while Jules was away. She would
make herself SO interesting--let' see
what would interest Jules most?
After considerable thought she
hoped to the kitchen When she re-
turned she settled herself first on the
pink couch. then on the chaise lounge
and opened her book. On its back
was the title: "Fifty-two Dinners That
Please Men,
She prepared one of the 81 dinners
for herself that evening. But it was
lonesome She did the dishes in 10
minutes. trying her best to dawdle
over them. Then she looked at the
clock. She tried to read. but she
kept on looking at the clock Finally
she got paper and pencil and began
to compute the number of hours in
two weeks 1t was appalling.
The next morning she tried to hear
Jules whistling in the bathroom, but
everything was quiet-so quiet. She
rose, went to the clothes closet and
started looking over her gowns.
Guess III spend about two weeks
no, one week and six days with
mother she yawned. And I'll tell
her / wouldn't change one little thing
about Jules. AS is. It's so much
more comfortable. !"
CFhe end)