Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-09-23

| but to fall in. of course, as I told Dull
Gle and Rosemary the next morning.
And the funny part is" I said, that,
| if Madge were clever that way and try
| ing to play her cards just right, she
couldn't have done better. Wells has
| been run after so much that the very
| fact that Madge didn't seem to appre-
ciate his asking her alone was like
| kerosene on slow fire."
That fact-and it was a fact. all
| right-changed our entire technique.
Honestly" Rosie confessed, Il
| thought it was going to be just like the
| other night when we got mouse IN the
dining room and shut the doors and
all went after him and threw the cat
! at him. / imagined we'd have to chase
| Wells here and there, and cut off his
retreats and just throw Madge at him.
Instead, here Madge is doing 1t every
bit herself"
Dulcie and 1 looked at her pityingly
"The things a long way from done
vet. Rosie" Dulcie explained patiently.
''Moreover. Madge isn't doing it at all
| Madge may be smart, but her brains
don't run along that line. She Just
happened to like picnic, that's all.
And a mans asking a girl to go rldlng
in his roadster is long way from ask
ing her to marry him. Ill admit thaC
having Wells really interested IS some
thing I never figured on, and 1t makes
it a different problem altogether But
it keeps right on being problem just
the samey.'" os
"And it's a much more delicate prob
lem than Just throwing them together
would have been They've got to be
thrown together just enough, and lett
alone together just enough, so that
Wells will get worked up to the pro-
posing point before Madge goes. But
they can't ge left too much alone, or
Madge will spoil things, as sure as any
thing
"Why, Just last night" went on,
my blood fairly ran cold. something
was said about medical college. Wells
turned to Madge and laughed and sald,
Are you a doctor?' He just SAID II
for a joke. Madge laughed. too, ana
said. yes. a veterinary Wells hasn't
an idea that the whole thing was any
thing but a joke, but think what a
narrow escape! Madge might just as
easily have launched into discussion
of diagnoStic clinics, as she did TO VIII
and me at breakfast this morning
"But he's going to have to find out
some time that she's doctor" Rose
mary said, uneasily.
81 suppose So" Dulcie and l agreed
resignedly. But the longer we can
put it off, the better If we. can only
keep things just right tn mes COM
pletely in love-well, it's wonderful
what a man who's completely in love
will swallow"
Rosie is very conscientious.
"You know" she said, ''it doesn't
seem as though we're being fair to
wells. To get him to fall in love with
a girl who doesn't exist at all. Why,
the girl he sees in Dots clothes and In
Situations that we're all engineering for
her isn't the real Madge. There isn't
anv such person. What an awful
thing if he should fall in love with
this person and then find himself with
nobody but Madge Edwards. It doesn't
seem fair to Wells"
"All's fair in love and war" Dulcie
and I assured her. Besides, VINO can
tell? Suppose he and Madge should
get married. She wouldn't be doctor
| then: she would never really have been
one. So where would have been the
deceit?"
RUT, in spite of Dulcies triumphant
- tone, Rosie insisted that 1t didn't
seem as though we were being quite
straightforward with Wells.
We didn't pay any attention to what
Rosie said, however. At best, she was
of very little help. Dulcie and l mad
| the whole thing on our shoulders. We
were certainly kept busy part OF the
time arranging meetings and part OF
the time preventing them. The first
part was easy enough. Wells was so
much interested that he'd have ar
| ranged the meetings for himself all
right, if just let alone. It was prevent
| ing them that was enough to turn me
into a jibbering maniac.
| For instance, the day that VIII TOOK
off to paint the garage and Madge in.
sisted upon putting on an old pair OF
his overalls and helping him. In the
midst of it, they got into an argument
about homeopathy and were going 1t
hot and heavy when Wells stopped by
to invite Madge to go canoeing. She
looked a perfect sight, her hands and
face smeared with brown paint, gesti-
culating to Will with her dripping
brush. Fortunately, Wells didn't recog-
nize her from the front of the house,
and 1 took the message and speeded
him on his way, all unsuspecting.