Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-02-04
THE EVENING STORY

her conely face. She had met Rose
at Rutil's school. YES" we will 60 to
town tomorrow and buy all the new
things you need. Dad, our Ruth Il
going to be bridesmaid at Rose Reeds
wedding-isn't that great?"
That was mother. Ruth looked al
her, then at dad, red-faced and Jovial
Then the omelet came In for break
fast.
Mother saw Ruth off the next after.
noon, with a suit case full of new gar,
mentS. Ruth kissed her mother with
an abandon that she had not shown
since she was sent to school. II only
mother and dad were more up-to-datel
Rose smothered her friend in hugs
With Rose was her big handsome
brother, just home from college. Ruth
felt that this was her rightful setting
No omelets for so miles.
Roses stepmother greeted Ruth II
the drawing room. that is. she held out
three fingers. For a moment Ruth
contrasted this slender woman with hel
own stout mother. The light supper
left Ruth hungry after her journey;
she thought of the stacks Of food hei
own mother would have piled before
her.
Breakfast time came. Just tit-biti
again. Ruth rose from the table hun.
grier than when she sat down. The
dining room was austere, beautiful, and
also, she noticed. it needed busting.
Tea at 4. Tiny sandwiches. Ruth
should by rights have felt at home In
this atmosphere, but she began to think
of home and mother. Great juicy
steaks for dinner and those wonderful
omelets for breakfast and supper. She
knew it was plebeian, but 1t was, oh
SO taStVl
Roses fiance. she thought, looked az
though he might not be strong. She
found herself wondering If this was
the sort of life Rose was accustomed
to-whether she could keep her hus.
band very long on such diet.
The next night Mrs. Reed said ia
Robert, Roses brother, In the pretty
living-room, at Is your night at the
Van Brunts."
Ruth understood. Mrs. Reed did not
think her good enough for Robert, and
was determined to prevent anything
beyond mere friendliness on his part.
Ruth longed to rush back to her mother
| to mother who would kiss and fuss
over her. Mother would never make
any one feel uncomfortable. Mother
was not slender, nor did she wear dia-
monds, but she was lady and Mrs.
Reed was not.
IT just phoned that I was not conf
| ing; I want to take Ruth to the club
| dance" said Robert. Won't you Gomez"
said Robert. I'VE will be home early,
mater
Ruth was glad to go. And once out
of the house. Robert began: "You
have an awfully decent mother. re-
| member, Ruth. saw her the last time
she came to school for you. Rose and
do not remember our mother, but
always remember your mothers eyes
The sort of person you'd go and tell
things to-if you were in mess or ur
against it,
For a raorent Ruth's eyes were
covered with y mist Robert thought
that way a., her mother and he had
never met but once. She felt
ashamed an call.
IT am in m for only few days
When Rose IS married. am going back
to college. ! finish this Spring. May
not run dowti to see you often?"
Ruth thought Of many things in the
| twinkling Of al eye-mother's English,
dads manners. Onlelets for morn and
night. She locked at him and saw that
this was the test. She told him he
might come.
They returned home from the dance
ungry. She was almost ready to faint
rom hunger. She stood still in the
/ 'call-she snlelled bacon-yes, frying
bacon.
Rose stood at the top of the stairs
Hurry up, you two-juSt in time for
bacon and eggs. Maybe you would ike
cold ham instead, Ruth?"
In Roses sitting room there was q
| fire and small table set. Robert said:
IT am crazy for a good omelet. Can
you make decent omelet, Ruth? Rose
always gets them so mussy. I'd eat
them at every meal IL I could"
Ruth smiled Eyes," she said boldly.
II can. Mother and dad have pash
for omelets, too. I often make them. "
She was standing over the little cleo
trio stove, and Robert came up and
handed her the eggs to break into a
bowl
Ruth" he said. when come to see
you, do you think your mother would
make an omelet just for me?"
"It's quite probable" said Ruth,
laughing. I'VE do not have o'clock
tea at our house, but substantial sup
per-"
well, I'll toddle in some night at
suppertime; look for me SOON"
Robert ate his omelet with avidity.
DO you know there is something
homely about an omelet; something
that hits the right spot"
Ruth laughed suddenly. 81 wonder"
she said to herself, but Robert heard.
81 don't. I know" he said.
| tCopyright. 1929