Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-09-28
TO LOVE
By Stephen Morehouse A0ery.
Tina Yearned to Save the Souls of Her Sutors, but
Suitors Sometimes Rebel

warning by being seen in public with Aunt
Joan again last night"
He bent down and kissed her Then he gave
her something of a slap
Take that, YOU impudent brat. II you hadn't
been dancing at the Seaglades yourself you
wouldn't know You should have been in bed
Joan and were planning the rest of your
Winter"
"At the Seaglades? And the night before at
Montmartre? How did come out?"
Joan has just about decided upon young
Freddie Wagstaff for you. The Fremont boy
is his name Bob?--will be richer some day but
this Freddie has dark, wavy hair apparently
and Joan wants to consider you in every way
possible"
"YeE." agreed Tina meditatively. "her every
thought is of me-"
"A good thing, too, my dear, if what she tells
me OF your conduct on the boat coming over is
true. I hear you spent your time when you
weren't IN the engine room feeling sorry for
the stokers or on the foredeck cheering up
the sailors, down in the student third-class
quarters with some nobody, some young man
in an old gray suit"
"Ah, Tint" said Tina sadly, "He needed me
So / soothed his bitter heart He is so Door
and SO proud
All she had to do was to await her fathers
natural romantic reaction, and it arrived as ex-
pected. "Of course my dear child, it Is to be
hoped you can love Freddie wagstah. Rather
IMAM loVeless marriage. matter how bril-
liant I'd prefer to see you wed to-welI even
TO young man in gray suit"
OF course you would" chimed in Tina with
enthusiasm. But Aunt Joan is simply in
tolerabie about it. and when she gets you she'll
be worse"
Gets me2 How dare you. Tina, why there
isn't the ghost Of a chance"
mo? Well everybody in town thinks there
is, including Aunt Joan. So much the better
Tor me, II they're wrong. I don't want anv
Aunt Joans around to keep dinning into my ears
that I'll end up wearing last years models I'M
less marry rich boy. Rich boys don't need
me. Besides there's you your poor heart bleed
ing with loneliness, dad. Did you think I
didn't know? I'm going to help you"
her father had jumped from his seat on the
chaise Tongue and made q grab for the door
knob: i beg your pardon. my dear. I've an
appointment"
But want to tell you how I'm going to
Eyes, know. Tina. It's something we must
take up. Perhaps this evening. or next week,
or next :"
TINA sauntered along Park avenue toward
her luncheon engagement and her fate. A
Just-so DIT OF hat and an elusive, come and-go
smile told the world how she felt about her
fate.
But Tina was not lunching in style that day
because she was not lunching with Freddie nor
with Bob, nor even with Hugh but with lust
anybody in gray suit who would very prob
ably. with the air of q grand seigneur, escort
her to a One-arm lunch ROOM In fact when
she reached up and hooked her arm through
his on the corner Of Fffty-second street and he
said: Come on, youngster, we'll try that little
Russian place again"-she murmured at the ex-
pense. "You can walk, can't you?" he said
It's just short distance"
She could walk all right She could have
flown If he'd suggested it. Sitting beside him
in the shadows of their concealed corner at the
Red Door. she said: Tim, today may be the
last time can meet you like this. If my Aunt
Joan finds out, she'll persuade dad to send me
back to Europe What are you going to do
about it?"
Tim smiled. Somehow Freddie and Bob and
Hugh were the ones who were just ANYBODY
when Tim smiled
II hardly know. Tina The idea Of my So
ciety being especially poisonous to a girl is new
to me. should say offhand that I'd be less
poisonous than Freddie wagstan or Hugh
Knowles"
81 didn't know you knew them" said Tina.
"rve met them" said Tim az used to have
to discipline Freddie at prep school lot. Ask
him If he remembers Tim Hood. What makes
your Aunt Joan prefer him to me?"
oh she says you're nobody, although think
you're practically everybody, Tim. don't care
how poor your father is"
'Whatl I hope my poor old governor never
heaiS oA TINS. de BetS q lou OF satisfaction
pretending he's pretty well off,"
But I mean really rich, Tim, like the
Wagstaffs. You'd never see Freddie in a stu
dent third-class passage"
THE student part of ii alone would brighten
him. suggested Tim. II love student third
passages myself. But your Aunt Joan would
not understand"
YES" agreed Tina, land I'd like to know
what you're going to do about it. OF course In
a fix like yours know what I'd do"
What would you do, Tina?"
We'll, In the first place, Tim, I'd decide at