The Washington times., 1930-08-21
Chester Arrives With Bride
Only to Find Turmoil


back. The men were talking
together now, and she couldn't
think Of anything to say to
Enid. After a few languid ques-
tions about Cathie's people {.
who they were, where they
lived, what school Cathie had
gone to, what sorority, Enid
ceased talking. She answered
only in monoSyllableS, yawning
occasionally, studying her own
slender, beautifully manicured
hands.
Visions Of Past
Cathie's face burned with
bitter resentment, resentment
against this ungraciouS, disagree
able girl, and above all, resent
ment against herself that
she should care, that it should
matter to her that she couldn't
boast of fashionable address,
of a sorority, of all the other
things that Enid had had
I'm prouder of ma and all she
did for us than If she had been
a grand-duchess with nothing
to do but hire nurses for u.s.;
she thought fiercely.
But she knew that she didn't
want Enid to know hows things
had been If she should
ever find out about Mas soft
shoes, and apron in the brown
paper parcel, about those days
Of working out Cathie
shut her eyes in agony.
Suppose Enid knew some of
those women that Ma used to
work for? Suppose Ends own
mother That was morbid.
There wasn't a chance in a
million! Still, she couldn't
stop worrying, and she couldn't
get over disliking Enid.
They stayed a week. A
week that was tight with nerv-
Gus tension for Cathie. She
tried desperately to be the per-
feet hostess, to maintain her
place as Alfred Farnsworth'S
wife. Cheong and the servants
gave her the same grave, re-
Spectful attention they always
had, but when Farnsworth was
away, during the day, the two
young Farnsworths roamed the
house trailing cigarette ashes
behind them, ordering high
balls and Martini 4 cocktails,
giving countless instructions to
the Chinese boys, utterly ig-
noring Cathie. So far as they
were concerned, they told her
silently she did not exist.
Changing Moods
But when FarnsWorth Senior
was home, of course, Chester
presented the perfect picture
of filial devotion. Devotion
that included not only his
father, but his fathers new
wife. He even sn1bbed his
wife when she made some slur-
ring remark about the preten-
tious old house.
II may not be a rich man as
far as big money and world
affairs CO." he said angrily.
"but I notice I didn't have to
ask you twice, and some day"
Don't be absurd. duckie!"
Cathie knew what he meant
that some day when Mr..
Farnsworth died, there would
be more money She colored,
and so did Chester. Enid looked
at them, and then at Mr.. Farms
worth reading in a far corner
of the library, and laughed.
The only person who enjoyed
the week was Mr.. Farnsworth.
He looked from his son, to his
wife and back again, smiling
half to himself as if to say,
"Am I not fortunate? Having
you two to love me? Isn't it
splendid that we all admire
each other? Aren't we the hap
py family, we four together!"
And then something hap
pened. Something that took
Cathie's mind off her own trou-
bles for a while, and filled her
with strange forebodings Of dis
aster.
Eavcs-D Dropping
She was on her way up to
the third story to insist that
Marguerite, the maid, either get
up and do her work, or see
doctor. The woman had lain
in bed, with all the windows
closed, for nearly a week nov,
getting neither better nor worse.
She claimed she had a cold.
"She's just stalling, for some
reason or oth er," Cathie
thought, on the stairs.
The murmur of voices came
to her from Marguerite's room.
Not another nickel" A
mans voice. that sounded like
Chester Farnsworth's.
"I must haYe It'll" Margue-
rites voice was muffled with
emotion. =. ..<
"You damn blackmailer! You
dirty little
The mans voice stopped sud
denly. They had heard Cathie's
footsteps on the uncarpeted
stairs.
"Shh!" -
Continued Tomorrow
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