Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-15

SIlppe0 In, saw the mouse, parganeC
for it and slipped away again without
| anybody but the realtor himself being
the wiser. Two months later she re.
| turned with her son and such house.
hold gear as she hadn't sent to the
auction rooms.
/ It was a patchy little old house
somewhat remote from other habita'
ton, but it cost so little that wher
| it was paid for Myrtle still had 9
couple of thousand to her credit. Anc
when she had placed the clock on the
mantel shelf, hung her curtains at the
windows and lit the fire she felt more
at home than she had perhaps ever
felt in the last 20 uphilly years OF heI
life.
While she was settling the house
Dick, hands in pockets, strolleo rouno
the town picking up acquaintance. "A
pretty girl in red coat brought him
home in putty-colored sport modei
Dick was wild about that girl at slg1t
Genevieve, he called her. He straight
way declared his intention of getting
q Job Myrtle looked at him sadly Was
he going to be like his father? Shed
hoped. he was going to be like her
Grandfather Winn. All her life she had
been trying to be like Grandfather
Winn-stirring, honest, brave. She
wanted Dick to have an education. She
told him so. He sneered.
He got the job. 1t didn't pay mucn,
but it gave him pocket money. OF
course he didn't pay his mother cent
board. With his nonchalant ways ana
good looks he soon had plenty OF fr1ends.
Almost every day Genevieve called him
up to 60 some place. He rode with her
danced with her, dreamed Of her. Myrt!e
saw him only at mealtime and not al
ways then. She was busy crochetmG
wool goods for childrcns shop IN the
city. BY making her crochet hook ny
she earned fair wages. It wasn't What
she wanted to do, however; she mao
other plans just as soon as she coulo
afford them.
One afternoon as she sat crocheting
on the sagging little porch the putty
colored car drove up and stopped. Not
Genevieve this time. It was apparently
her father. And he looked mad clear
through.
CURLY.
Myrtle arose, a half finished baby
sack of pink wool trailing from her
slender hand. She wore a black and
white wolfe. Her frosted black hair
was simply knotted. She used no
makeup. for her skin was fresh and
clear. A pair of shell-rimmed nigh
bys" covered her beautiful dark eyes.
She whipped them off for closer
view of her visitor. In the same in
slant that she recognized him he recog-
nized her.
"Myrtle!" he exclaimed. as if there
was just one woman of that name In
all the world.
How do you do, WHIP" She held
out her hand. Wont you sit DOWN."
He sat down, embarrassed. He had
come full of fury to comb this woman
over the Goals because Of her recalci-
trant son. He found in her the girl
who had tilted him for another fellow:
whats the matter?" Myrtle asked
kindly. What have you come to me
about? I see there's something dis
turbing YOU"
THAT boy of yours" he exploded.
Hes running round with my girl.
They must be stopped. I've given
Genevieve every advantage, I've hui
mored her in everything since her
mother died. She's talented girl. If
she'd get boy out of her head she'd
amount to something. But she picks
up strange youngster who earns only
SIS a week. It spells trouble. You
understand what it means"
Yes, Myrtle understood. Her dark
eyes were fixed upon paper cone at
tached to the porch round which some
insects were buzzing. She couldn't de-
stroy that old yellowjacket's nest
somehow.
what do you want me to do?" she
asked.
II suppose you have talked to your
fax, r 49, 70 20 ~ erfr
Use your" he looked at her closely
your personality. You've got plenty
of it. You'll know what to say to
Genevieve. I'd only blunder But the
things got to stop. I can't have her
getting married at her age. ="
He went away leaving Myrtle with a
hard problem. She had promised to
talk to his girl.
She walked mile next day to meet
Genevieve by appointment. A maid
admitted her into the luxurious Rob-
inson home. Will had been poor when
she last knew him. But she didn't
stop to think of that or look around.
She was intent upon Genevieve, lovely
in her soft beige sports dress. She
thought: "Oh, If Dick could only have
her maybe it would be the saving of
him" But she had promised. And
she owed Will Robinson something for
jilting him, not but what he'd done
better marrying old Gus Warren's
heiress.
into that talk Myrtle flung all the
force OF her nature, all the fruits of
her experience, all the courage and de-
termination that was hers. Afterward
in thinking 1t over she wondered if
she had been just fair to Dick in her
effort to make Genevieve see? But at
least she won. She knew she had won
when Genevieve kissed her.
A week later Genevieve went abroad
to study. Dick was crushed. Lots of
other james," he said VERY few like
Genevieve," Myrtle said. IF you want
her play the man and win her. You
can. Don't be BOBBY or an ass. Prove
that you can amount to something.
Her father wouldn't object to you then. .
Into Dicks face came the look that
Myrtle had SO longed to see there, the
look that had been minted by Grand
father VIM. Her heart leaped with
hope.