Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-09-15
APRIL 18th, AS USUAL{An

XVI WHICH, b1lSy NSIc SSdCtu, LHeTe appeared
platter Of cold thny sliced ham for
Pinky, and crisp salad, and featherweight
cheese souffle, and iced tea, and dessert coolly
capped with whipped cream
But, mother, you shouldn't have" feeby.
There are always lot of things in the
house. You know that. just wanted to tease
you"
Father Brewster fingered for an unwonted
hour after the midday meal. But two o'clock
found him back at the cold -storage plant.
Pinky watched him 60 a speculative look in
her eyes
She visited the attic that afternoon at four,
when it was again neat, Clean orderly smelling
of soap and sunshine. Standing there in the
center OF the big room, freshly mapped smartly
coiffed, trim, the very concentrated essence
of modernity she eyed with stern elaboration
the trunks the chests; the boxes all shelved
and neatly inscribed with their HIS Fshg Tckl'
and Blk Mt Drs."
"Barbaric!" she said aloud, though she stood
there alone. Medieval! Mad! 1t has got to
be stopped. Slavery" After which she went
downstairs and picked golden glow for the
living room vases and scarlet saliva for the
bowl in the dining room.
Still, as one saw Mrs. Brewster's tired droop
at supper that night, there is no denying that
there seemed some justification for PinkyS
volcanic remarks.
Hosea Brewster announced, after supper, that
he and Fred were going to have session with
the furnace; she needed going over in Sep
TENDER before they began firing up for the
Winter.
IN go down with you" said Pinky.
And though she did not descend to the cellar
until the overhauling process was nearly COM
pleted she did come down in time for the last
of the scene. She perched at the foot of the
stairs and watched the two men, overalled,
Sooty, tobacco wreathed and happy. When,
in Erau I'M floa chacO
of his stubby black pipe, busted his sooty hands
together brskly and began to peel his overalls,
Pinky came forward
She put her hand on his arm. Dad I want
to talk to you
Careful there. Better not touch me. I'm all
dirt. Gnight, Fred"
Listen. dad. Mother isn't we'll"
He stopped then, with one overall leg off and
the other on, and looked at her. Huh?
What dyou mean-isn't we'll? Mother" His
mouth was open. His eyes looked suddenly
strained.
This house-it's killing her. She could
hardly keep her eyes open at supper. It's too
much for her. She ought to be enjoying her
self-like other women. She's slave to the
attic and all those huge rooms And you're
another
'Me?" feebly.
eyes slave to this furnace You said
yourself to Fred, just now, that it all worn
out, and needed new pipes or something-I
don't know what. And that coal was so high
it would be cheaper using dollar bills for
fuel Oh, know you were just being funny.
But it was partly true. Wasn't it? Wasn't it?"
YES but listen here, Paula" He never
called her Paula unless he was terribly dis
turbed About mother-you said"
You and she ought to go away this Winter
not just for trip, but to stay. You"
she drew long breath and made the plunge
you ought to give up the house"
Give up"
Permanently. Mother and you are buried
alive here You ought to come to New York
to live Both of you will love it when you are
there for few days. I don't mean to come
to a hotel mean to take little apartment
a furnished apartment at first to see how you
like 1.-TWO rooms and kitchenette, like play
house"
HOSEY BREWSTER looked down at his
own big bulk. Then around the great
I.ka.