Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-12-01


raised on to her brow which ALWAYS ronooi1aS
mere even when she was reading. She had a
Sngnt pretenSion to prettinass in the white
conar 70 ner gray dress, but 1t was furtiye and
nenecIuaI. Her appearance was not improved
ny carpet slippers of a vast size
How is Father?" Willoughby manfred q. ,,a
went into the setting room The honse noe
warm anyway. He had shed his coat with
FeneI' and blew his nose to fill I'D the blank in
conversation. -
xouH see for yourself Willoughby, He's
.o LOU us Oao spelS but he'll tell you. I'm afraid
p furn-" N-S "A"A TIC
Zodiac" "10
Yes we get it. We lent your piece to Mr..
:, ana ne brought it back yesterday No.
IL was day before yesterday"
DID he like it, Mother?" A tiny edge came
INTO Wnloughby's voice. And then he added.
ncnchalantly, Poor old Sam, guess he esidn't
make much Of 1t, did hep"
Wen, Wnloughby, you know us: we're mt
up 70 tnoSe sort OF things. It's too high-brow
4or me, guess. But Mr.. Samson Is yerv prnAd
OF you He said he enjoyed It very much. in
deed" O-' ~
EH sincerity was certain. Then she said.
.S1 the tinieSt discreet interval, i've
never asked you If you was hungry. was All
READY Tor you. It's waiting downstairs"
NO. no., WMoughby said raising his hand
stop, Mother, have eaten. didn't want to
give you the trouble"
on, but, Wiloughby, the nurse got IL for
you. It's no trouble. And IL Is really xaTv
dainty. Can't you have a littlep"
. lot" 0
Then, think Fathers expecting Won.
Maybe" and she waited hesitatingly.
60 ahead. I'll follow you up."
ho-
pAg room on the next floor, the room he was
born IN and the room his father now occunied
WIZ, boy. Come in. Let me have a look
at you" O~
The father, his beard as white as the inflow.
case nrted himself on one elbow. His temples
we're Sunken' and his eyes hollow, the skin
around them almost transparent.
Don't tire yourself, Father" Mrs. Pntnev
admonished In a firm voice. Don't let him
tire himself, WilIoughby"
Gracious sakeS, I'm not firing myself. You
look fine, Will"
Iurch, and Willoughby was too late To helm
him easily down
Glad to see you, Dad" said Willoushbv at
the mead OF the bed, gazing down at the
emaciated face, while his father his ewes family
mined and yet wide open sent up a glance that
mao IN 1t queer vacancy and yet q fixed in
tention, ike feeble hand clutching into the
air.
Tvs the last you'll see of you= old Dad.
WILL That's sure thing" and the words
mumbled into nothingness
Sit down, Willoughby It'll be easier for
nim Now, don't tire yourself, Father. He's
mere now and you can take your time"
The man in the bed said nothing He
piucked at the bed clothes with blush hands,
70 pun them up around his shoulders. He
was cold. But the led clothes did not obey
nus tug and he hadn't the strength to pun
tnem, ana he gave up. rolling his eyes q little
and then closing them.
Wuoughby waited second, and then tip
toeo over to his mother, who was mixing a
drink at the waShstand
Hes terribly thin, isn't hep"
"Oh, he's been that way for three months
Hes just shadow. You'd be surprised how
light he Is. can"
i know" Willoughby cut In, but It can't
be good for him, the excitement"
The young mans face was uneasy