Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-02-10
THE EVENING STORY

tell one of them that she isn't your
best friend?"
"Oh. I couldn't do that. you know
They'd feel badly-really they would. y
Il give up" said Jim. shaking his
head Come on. let's play tennis"
Jim" she said. Il don't know why
you're so comforting, but you are. al
though YOU never give me any advice
that's worth taking"
We'll. there's nothing like being
frank. but some day may nave a
really bright suggestion. Race you to
the courtS!"
Jim" she gaspcd as they reacneo
the courts, cant you picture me IN
a dark gray dress with high collar and
cuffs and my hair grown long and
pulled straight off my face and done IN
a fiat knob at the back--with about 500
little brown babies teaching them their
PRAYERS and things?"
mo. l can't" said Jim decidedly. Il
can't at all Why. here comes Jean and
Donald. Wen play doubles"
When the game was over. Jean. tall.
| air-haired girl, drew Beatrice aside
and whispered:
Listen. dear; have the most Won
derful scheme. must talk 1t over with
! YOU. Let's get rid of the boys. It's
I'm sure it's a splendid scheme II
you thought of it." said Beatrice. weakly.
| Silently she cursed herself for the
pretty speeches which came so readily
to her lips at such times.
As soon as the boys were out OF
hearing Jean turned to her friend ex-
citedly:
"Bea, did YOU ever raise chickens?"
"Nno--never" was the answer.
wouldn't YOU love to?"
II don't know" she faltered
They're kind of cute when they are
little and furry"
"Oh. they're wonderfuli There is
nothing TO compare with them-in all
stages" Jean clasped her hands and
her eyes became wider and brighter as
though she were picturing to herself
millions Of chickens of every conceiv-
able color and nation.
Beatrice looked at her friend in mild
eyed establishment. Much as she liked
chickens on the rare occasions when
she saw them. she would not have
believed that any feathered creatures
were capable Of arousing so much en-
thusiasm in the breast Of Jean, the
calm and serene. Apparently it was
worth while to cultivate barnyard &C
quaintances.
where did you get to know chickens
SO well?" she venturcd.
Where" Jean turned. $50 we'll? I
don't know anything about them except
what I read in the Farmers Monthly
Yesterday but it made me realize that
my vocation in life Is to raise chickens.
and you. Bea. dear. are to help me.
Well buy little place outside the city
and raise really Hooking chickens
quite the best assortment"
1T docs sound rather nice" said
meek voice. but how do you suppose
we'll be able TO look after them? l
never lived within two miles OF chick
Ell in my life
"Oh, that's easy" returned Jean
promptly. You done need to know
anything about them. That will come
in time Well just buy books, good
big stock and, NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
e egss and Ve'll--'ust start in and raise
IAN right--if it's as simple as that"
said Beatrice.
And you'll promise to make your
country proud Of you as one of the
two greatest chicken fanciers Il think
that's what well be called in the
worlde"
II promise. Come over tomorrow
and we'll make final arrangements"
AS usual. upon sober reflection next
day, Beatrice was filled with remorse
and uneasinesS. India. Bohemia and
chicken farming didn't mix About
noon she phoned Jim and explained the
situation.
Isn't 1t awful?" she asked. "You
must think: can't"