The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1927-10-21

~WHAT right have you to adj
w wise me?"
Georges voice was harsh now,
full of sharp undertones, a little
electric.
Because I really do love you,
and because I feel"
you feel!" George, was openly
scornful now. do you think
you're me? Well. you aren't.
I'm not going to be bossed
around, pushed into a marriage
right now. And you're not go
ing to boss me. I'm sick and
tired of you. If you want me
to hate you, just keep on. 1
almost-I almost hate you al.
ready!'
!, Ann turned away, sudden ache
In her very heart, a feeling Of
utter desolation.
She no longer even had the
Bolace of her own conviction.
What right had she, after all,
to interfere with Georges private
existence. What right had she to
lecture, to scold? She hadn't
made such an astounding success
Of things herself!
She reached a hand over timidly
to touch Georges cheek. remorse
coming to her now too late. But
George drew herself obstinately
away. She was dreadfully silent,
almost as If she were sitting her
sobs and her breath at the same
instant.
AIMS heart misgave her. Not
often in her life, seldom even,
that she could count them on the
fingers of one hand, had she
quarreled quite so bitterly as this.
George was lost to her, George
had broken free, and asserted her
independence. At the thought,
Ann was troubled, felt mournful.
And yet-somehow there was a
sense Of peace confusedly mixed
with that. sense of actual relief.
Where did it come from, what
had caused it. She was too worn
out to inquire Of her own mind
and soul. Only she knew that
now she was no longer nervous.
She could sleep. Presently the
two sisters were lost in their
dreams.
Morning came, and Ann was up
as always before George had
given her first yawn of protest.
Up and off, remembering the eve
ming as she might have remem-
bered an actual dream.
She caught the Ashton Avenue
trolley and transferred at Main
and Blenton as usual. but she
felt less certain of herself. No
time to arrange things with Geor-
gle, no time to settle the quarrel
that had been anything except
trivial.
But her thought circled around
1t during the long day, and again
and again she strove to find the
answer. Her dying mother had
charged her with Georges care.
She had tried to follow out to the
letter that last desperate request.
But now George. young and
charming George, had broken
away.
what was she to do? Whom
could she turn to? No real rela-
tives-a cousin here and there
whose knowledge Of her and Geor.
gle was limited to the facts that
she and George existed. There
was no one to tell her, no one
to offer a word Of advice in the
problem that had suddenly con-
fronted her.
George, attractive to at least
half the men she met, George
reckless Of anything, impatient
of counsel, determined upon her
own way! And Ann, trying hard
to hold her firm, to keep her
from some blunder that might
turn her prettiness into q familiar
disaster, into an empty and des-
perate outcome.
She did her work faithfully,
glad Of the chance to be able to
forget her own troubles in the
minor troubles of her employers.
But when 5 o'clock had come,
she was still thinking of George
--of George who had dismissed
Bill for the sake of ''fun."
Getting on the Main and Blen.
ton Street car, she found seat.
Looking UP, she saw Jimmy Nc.
Cormick's broad, reassuring smile.
He had held back the others
somehow until she herself was
seated.
~ She was grateful for that. She
remembered how she had felt
about his calling her last night,
and was sorry. After all, just
because Jimmy hadn't the dash
of--of someone like Bill, there
was no reason for disliking him,
disregarding him!
She smiled at him as he got
eff, and she was left alone to her
thoughts and her newspaper. Her
newspaper For, turning to
page she had often read, for the
first time she thought earnestly
OF its purpose. Advicei Advice
to those confronted with the prob
lens and tangled intensities of
love--with the problems OF life
itself
She read the letters ana the
answers. other people besides
herself were perplexed and trou.
bled. Other people had their own
problems. They had written for
counsel and received it! Why
shouldn't she?
When she reachedlMrs. Leary's,
there was no AvSaaFsf ysoadntar Al