Evening star., 1928-12-11

though this, of course, Richard did not
know.
For several days they were the SEN
sation OF the hour. Richard took 1t
good naturedly, feeling that in this way
1t would soon be over. YVonne posed Tor
pictures and secretly full of pride, sent
some of the best of them back to her
grandparents.
He bought small car and had
Yvonne learn to drive it. She had been
so shocked both at the quality of tIss
food sent her and at the prices that she
had insisted on d6Iag her own Market
ing. With wonderful aptness she soon
learned to drive herself about, and to
choose unerringly the choicest foods in
the market.
To Yvonne the $50 week Richard
gave her for the house seemed a kingly
sum.
what shall do with the rest of it?"
she asked at the end of the first week,
showing him some bills and change.
keep it. Do what you like with It,"
he answered indifferently.
May sometimes send part OF 1t, not
all, home to my grandparents" she
asked.
Send as much as you like" came the
answer, and Yvonne's heart skipped with
Joy.
Richard had never been as comfort
able in his life. Yvonne managed the
house with rare skill. She cooked deli
cious meals for him. She did not ques-
ton him about his work, for to Yvonne
there was a sharply drawn and not-to-
be-psssed-over line between mans world
and woman'S.
AT the end of month all was running
smoothly.
Every day before breakfast she tucked
up her skirts and scrubbed the kitchen
floor. When Richard demonstrated with
her she said naively: But like to keep
it clean, and it is nothing to do, really"
So he let her alone.
At the table he read his paper and
Yvonne few back and forth from the
dining room to the kitchen. He could
not persuade her ID share the meal with
him. She was too SolicitouS Of her
omelet, her hot Tolls, the drip coffee
which must be served at very delicate
and precise time.
Left alone, Yvohne would sit at the
kitchen table and eat hard dry bread,
drink huge cup of coffee, and eat a
great piece of the cheese, which she
made herself.
Luncheon was at /. For a few days
Richard came down promptly, knowing
he would find delicious food Souffles light
as feathers, salads crisp and cold,
sweet mysteriously good Then he be-
came absorbed in his work and forgot
lunch time. Twice Yvonne called him,
and each time he answered grumpily
and asked to be let alone
On the third day that he was late,
Yvonne filled with pride over some
achievement in cooking, watched the
clock. When half an hour had passed,
she put the ruined souffleS to one side
and made sandwiches for Richard.
These. with milk and fruit, she arranged
on tray and carried to the door of the
laboratory. There she knocked timidly.
Richard, coming to answer the knock,
nearly stumbled over the tray. Then
realization of his wife's thoughtfulness
smote him and he turned to run down
the stairs to thank her. But some in
teresting specimen pulled him back into
the laboratory and he ate the lunch
hastily, too absorbed in his work to know
what he was eating. He forgot to men
ton the episode at dinner.
After he went to bed that night
Yvonne stole up to his workroom and
took the tray with its Soiled dishes down
to her kitchen. She got what satiSfac-
ton she might from the fact that he
had eaten the food.
Yvonne never complained, even In her
thoughts about her restricted life. She
worked endlessiy in the house, she drove
about in the car. she watched over Rich
ards comfort with unceasing care, and
she kept to herself, refusing all over
lures of friendship remembering Rich
ards charge that she remain always
Yvonne, his peasant wife.
Continued in Tomorrow's star.)