The Washington times., 1930-08-15

always been her life. Maids,
attentive walters, motors, ex-
pensive hotels. A litter Of fra
grant creams and powders on
her dressing table. Her gold
fitted bag. Her cobweb-fine silk
stockings that she wasn't even
expected to darn. All the lovely
things that 1t had seemed she
could never get used to, be-
came part Of her so soon. Why,
it seemed years ago that she
had shifted at the jar Of rose
bath salts that she was saving
for her wedding day not letting
herself use even q HANDFUL
"I'm getting spoiled" she
told herself, a little frightened.
But it was impossible to worry
about her faults when Mr..
Farnsworth so obviously thought
she was perfect.
Enchanted Places
Santa Barbara, Hollywood,
Santa Monica, Coronado, Aqua
CalienteS g. glimpse Of Mexico;
Pasadena, Santa Maria, Mon
terey, Carmel and Del Monte.
Enchanted names. Enchanted
places. Cathie would have liked
it To last forever, The big blue
car was almost q personal pos
session now, familiar and COM
Portable, like an old shoe. Even
Everett, the chauffeur. was
part Of Cathie's world. She
no longer minded his back,
and wondered If he was listen
ing to what they were saying
in the luxuriously upholstered
back seat.
But Mr.. Farnsworth was be-
ginning to get restless. Tele-
grams and long-distance calls
from the office, infreQuent at
first, were frequent enough
now. He called Miss Darrow
on the telephone at least once
every day and spent an hour
or longer with the hotel ste
nographer. Watching the girl
take dictation made Cathie feel
vaguely uncomfortable. It re-
minded her that q little while
ago she was the stenographer,
she who was now a rich mans
wife.
"Well, I'm afraid we must
get back" he said at last.
Cathie smiled, and nodded.
She had known it was coming.
It was silly to mind.
To Old Home
Somehow she wishes she had
seen the house where she was
going to live. Going to this
strange place where the other
Mrs. Farnsworth had lived for
so long depressed her strangely.
She tried to shake it off, to
chatter naturally and merrily
on the ride home, but she did
not succeed very well and,
when the blue car stopped at
the Alfred FarnSworth home on
Preside Terrace, Cathie'S heart
was In her boots.
A Chinese boy in q white
coat opened the door. Cathie
was conscious Of thick carpets,
of dark silk hangings,- Of
crowded, costly furnishings, but
there was no welcome in it. It
was like coming into a place
that has been vacant a long
time.
Farnsworth took her arm, and
guided her into an immense
living room at the left of the
hall. She found herself step
ping cautiously, afraid Of max
ing a noise, 1t was so large, so
silent.
A fire was burning. but the
air was cold, and rather close.
Cathie would have liked to
throw open the. windows. and
stir up the fire, but she was
too shy. She pulled off her
gloves, standing silently in the
center Of the room.
Mysterious Maid
Mr.. Farnsworth walked
around, twitched at a curtain,
glanced hastily through a pile
Of new magazines on a table.
''You might pour tea, dear"
he said abSently.
She looked around nervously,
located q tea-table and saw that
cups and SaucerS were set out.
A silver tea-kettle fummed over
q spirit lamp, and there were
thin. fancy-shaped sandwiches
on a silver tray.
While she was pouring the
tea, feeling awkward and
strange, Farnsworth came UP
and helped himself to a sand.
wich. "By the way, Wen have
to get you a maid" he said.
we've always had Chinese
help here, except for for
Marguerite"
"And who is she?"
Marguerite? Oh, we've had
her a long while. You won't
find her very useful I'm afraid
Oil" He broke off.
startled.
In the half open doorway q
woman was standing. A woman
with a white, ravaged face, and
burning red-brown eyes.
For q moment she stared fix
edly at Catherine. Then she
turned on her heel, and van
ished as quietly as she had
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