Evening star., 1928-11-27
Her Little Nest.

Her Little Nest.
M RS. JULIA FULTON was, tht
| NU first to appear at the breaktas
VA table in her daughters 1uxuri
4 Gus apartment She sat dowr
In her accustomed place aTis
accepted with sigh the half OF q su'
perior grapefruit which Emily, thu
maid. placed before her.
Although it was not dark morning
a lighted luminaire softly revealed the
excellence of the table service, the
American walnut furniture of a Queen
Anne design, the silken hangings and
| the pot of daffodils which furnished a
cheerful note for the otherwise sombeI
room Judy-she preferred that to Julia
-gazed at the flowers thoughtfully
They were unmiStakably hothouse and
lacked the freshness of an outdoor air.
ing.
Judy patted back yawn with the
plump hand upon which cleaned a
couple of magnificent rings. She had
| not slept we'll. She never did sleep well
at Alice's Too much going on in the
house. Those people overhead had
danced until midnight. Of course, that
hadn't troubled Alice, for she had been
out somewhere. No expecting her to
breakfast. She wouldn't arise until just
in time for luncheon.
The door opened and her Son-in-law
entered.
Good morning." was his greeting.
He sat down, passed a smooth hand
over his dark, freshly shaven chin and
then unfolded the paper lying beside
his plate. That paper was between him
and Judy during the remainder of the
meal When, having finished, he hastily
withdrew, merely f1inging a word of
excuse in her direction. A moment
later he was on his way downtown to
return no more until evening.
Judy retired to the living room and
sat down by the window with her cro-
chet work. She had a lene morning
before her. Nothing to do but crochet
until Alice appeared. Ai1d outside
somewhere, the Spring sunshine must
be falling like gold on the, new spring.
ing grass, eroeuses sticking UP theft
lovely heads above dahk mold, robins
Skirmishif1g for earth worms.
Let's see," said Judy rubbing her
aristocfatic old nose with her crochet
needle. ''1t Is seven weeks today since
1 came here to Alice's. And before that
I was five weeks at my sons. Twelve
weeks all told. A long time. HIM, well,
but had to do it. got no peace until
I came. First Horace and then Alice.
Mother, you are too old to live alone
way off there by yourself. You mustn't
do it Wait till they get to be 70 and
see how they feel. Not that they'll have
any children to fuss about them,
sighed Judy
Crocheting vexed her. She tried a
magazine and was Mortified by the story
into which she dipped. There were
plenty of other diversiens-a talking
machine in a unique Jae6bean case,
reproducing piano, a radio set even In
the study, but Judy did not understand
these modern time-killers. She decided
to go to her room and have nap.
There she arranged herself on a
chaiSe Tongue and closed her eyes. She
was awakened by the opening of the
door as her daughter entered.
Alice Morton was 45 with q i6.yeaf-
old figure and 50.year- face. She
was pretty and she looked fairly fresh.
Morning, m0ther!" she began
"TheSe dinner-dafiees always Kill me.
Been asleep? You funny old thingi
After you slept al night, too Don't
get up I can't stay q Minute. I'm
going out to luncheon and to a matinee
afterward. And. oh. Lloyd just tele-
phoned that we're to dine at the Plaza
tonight. But I shall be home ifiifne-
lately afterward. You know, mother.
Gear, we haven't had q real good talk
YETI
4 know it. And I've been here seven
weeks"
That's nothing. Think how much
longer you're going to be here-years