Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-17

N smile calmly in the face Oh
your tormentor." The words
came to her now as she sat
facing her acquaintance, Mrs. Powers.
Not that Mrs Powers meant to torment.
indeed. she was quite unaware that she
was doing mores than TO ADVISE ana
console.
You see, I've always known Ambrose
and Taresa." she said, in her husky.
hIlI-throated way. Il call them by
their first names because always have
known them and known all about them,
which is more. Now, my dear, tax
about cats and dogs"
Nav smiled. They are my husbands
father and mother. I've always expect
Id to have them come and live WIN me
tone time. Frank explained it all when
( married him. He is their only chlio,
ind old people must be looked a1tef py
lome one"
ITS too bad" sighed Mrs. Powers.
you'll never see another happy min
hte. You don't know them as we'll as
I do. OF course, suppose you do know
Them a little, but doubtless they've al
wavs appeared at their best when you
were around. And then you don't i've
In the same town with them. did Tor
4 long time--neXt door. My dear, they
begin to quarrel at breakfast and they
keep it up all day. They've always
fought and they always VIII.
Nevertheless, 1 shall be able to get
along with them. They're FRANKS
father and mother you see" This was
definite enough, but Mrs. Powers was
not to be convinced. She stared little
at the imperturbable younger woman.
well, I'm sorry for you. you've got
your work cut out for you for the next
X - e1tA &c
At lunch Frank said: Il telepnoneo
dad that I'd meet him and nom at the
n o'clock train. They'll need bit OF
supper. something light And youH
see that their room Is warm? he
naused. May, dearest. expect you're
going to need lot of patience, but l
don't see what else can do. l maven
money enough to keep the dear ola
folks in their home, and of course we
rant cut loose and go there
II know, dear. It's all right. It's the
right thing to do. Wei! get along
never fear
"They-they've never agreed the way
you and do poor Frank said:
Nav smiled. Few married folks 90.
But they may love each other just the
same. And they're getting old"
Eyes. that accounts for lou OF H.
Frank admitted.
THAT evening Mr.. and Mrs. Burke, ST.,
arrived Nav met them at the door
with daughterly affection.
"Come right in," she said. I'm SO
plad to see YOU. Frank, help Father
Burke with his overcoat. Let me untle
CoIr yeil. Mother Burke. hope your
tourney has given you, an appetlte, 1or
I waited dinner, and there's hot veal
loaf made after that recipe you gave
me-" ,u,+ a.
Ambrose?" Mother Burke SAID.
"It sure is, Taresa," responded Fathet
Burke, heartily. s
May You'rea little angel. love
YOU for this"
The old people were tired from pack
ing. leaving their old home and the 6o-
mile tourney. They retired soon aIter
dinner to their room.
$50 far. so good" May thought as
she washed the dishes. But tomorrow
-ah! Tomorrow"
tomorrow it began, at breakfast. In
fact. Frank looked panied when MS
father and mother entered into an ar
gument over some trivial detail OF tner
tourney. An argument with TINS olo
pair was like fire among damp leaves,
which smokes and smokes ana tnen, 70
ones amazement, bursts into violent
conflagration.
Frank. but his words were lost In the
rising uproar, and, rising hastily from
the table, he fed, leaving poor May to
wrestle as best she could with the
Issue.
May passed through several phases
of feeling-amusement, pity and blank
apprehension of the future. Leaving
the old people at the table, she arose
and went upstairs to the farthest cor
ner of the house.
After an hour she came back down
TO find Mother Burke washing the dish
es, her beautiful old face wet and crlim-
pied with misery.
May! We're a pair of old-v-vul-
lures" she shifted, Ito behave like this
the first morning. But we've always
done it, and guess We. always viii.
But we didn't use to get mad the way
we do now. Ambrose Is so het up that
he's gone to walk"
Maybe he'll walk it off, soothed
May. Its too bad. You might take
such lot of comfort together"
Its worse than having a wen"
sobbed Mother Burke 1.-The least little
thing and we're started. And neither
of us seems able to give up till-till
we've said every last thing we can
think Of"
May laughed. "You old dear!" she
Bald. But she thought:
This is serious matter. I must
think Of something. It's simply that
they must have an outlet for their tenn
pers. II they could concentrate on
something or somebody-let me see!"
That afternoon May went downtown
and came home with large parcel I'M