Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-16

to the tyrannies Of the afficted. But not so,
Renolds. 1t was If he barred his neck,
bowed his head and said: Strike, strike,
strike"
And strike Emadie did For Is years Rem
olds had carted the poor little ruin that was
his wife from town to town with him. He
had invented beds, carrying chairs, spine-reSt
devices, mattresses especially designed for
berths, cold-water bottles, hot-water bottles,
travelling medicine kits, that might If patented,
have made him rich man. Not step had
Renolds taken in all those years without the
litter that bore his wife at his heels
It was q matter of transporting the frail
body. establishing it in hotel quarters, assem-
bling his menagerie, rushing off to the theater
and home again without even removing his
makeup.
THE leisure of Renolds, If it might so be
= called, and about which the hundreds of
wistful-eyed girls wondered was spent minis
teEing I'd the broken doll he called wife, and
attending the needs Of nnenager1e that was
rapidly growing old For nine years there had
not been a break in those animal ranks The
birds 1narmoSets, dogs, cats, had managed to
survive intact. Some said 1t was the mar
velous care that Renolds lavished on them.
Some. the few who knew, said 1t was that same
incredible quality of devotion that he lavished
ON Emadie, which had kept her alive.
3 Be that as it may when the faun unthonged
his sandals that were soft panther-skin, TN
girded his loins of the skin of a leopard, and
hastened into civilian clothes, no matter what
the town or what the season, his destination
was the same.
Back TO the hotel into the room where lay
the querulous invalid, suspicious Of his slight
est delay. Never . meal would Emadie eat
without him there TO feed her spoon by spoon.
No one could touch her pillow. ease her posi-
ton, massage her aching head, read her the
daily newspapers, or minister to her capricioua
moods. but Renolds.
Her demands, her commands, we're without
limit She loved him with frenzy that
made her insane where he was concerned. She
tortured the thing she loved to limits that
were incredible.
Between the demands of his menagerie and
the demands Of Emadie Renolds' time was
crammed to its limit In a way his animals
had come to depend upon him just as surely
and just rs exactingly as Emadie. The French
poodle would only eat from Renolds' hand.
The macaw would let no hand but his place
him on his perch at night. The marmosets
pinned and would not eat until Renolds per-
sonally administered to them. Countless times
he had sat up the night through with one of
the orange angora cats who was subject to
aSthmatic smothering spells.
II ever a man had two worlds entirely de-
pendent upon him, that man was Renolds
The world of his wife, the world of his animals
He was their sustenance, their ALL His time
was theirs. his life devoted to their creature
comforts, and to the exacting task of keeping
the rough places of life out of their sight
His nights and his days we're full of them
Eau de cologne for Emadie. A toy to amuSe
her on the days when her back was lxtrticu-
larry bad Sugar for the poodle. A new
asthma medicine for the cat. A bit of
sweet for the leopard. A tiny oil burner for
the cage of the marmossts. A new Gevice Of