Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1930-11-07
The Bogy and
Bob
BY BLANCHE NAYLoR

EVELYN BURT tied a big bow of
IL yellow tulle on the handle of a
basket Of blue larkspur and placed 1t
In the window Of Ye Flower Shoppe.
AS she did 50. she looked straight into
the eyes Of Glenn Mowbray. who was
adniiring the picture she made with
her yellow hair and Alice blue gown
and the basket in her hand.
Caught red-handed In the act Now
bray had the grace to enter and pur-
chase the blossoms included in his
stare.
what name, please?" asked Eve
Ign In her best business manner. al
though her cheeks were pink from the
bold admiration in the face Of the
customer.
"Oh. Spring, or Flora. or Raphael's
. Flower Girl. any would be apprOpri-
ate" he offered.
II beg your pardon. to whom do yon
wish the basket sent?"
"Oh. send It to the hospital or to a
sick friend or anyone you wish. just
beautiful picture" Glenn Mowbray de-
clared.
"YOur card?" Evelyn inquired.
Anonymous" he smiled. although
my name is Glenn Mowbray. is yours
by any chance Juno or Helen or
Clytie" ..
Evelyn ignored the question.
"Five dollars" she murmured.
sand cheap at the price," he re-
Joined placing the bill In her out
stretched palm.
Glenn MOwbray was no Iaggard In
love. II became his habit to drive by
at closing time and take Evelyn home
in his roadster.
Evelyn was so thrilled by his atten-
tiOns that Bob Van SAINT. who had been
her cavalier since high school days.
seemed dull and prosy in comparison,
and his honest blue eyes and curly
brown hair commonplace and lacking
the style of Glenn's sleekly bandO-
lined head and jaunty self-pOssessiOn
and Bob's nOndescript little car looked
particularly shabby beside Gienn's
luxurious imported eight-cylinder
sports runabout: and Bob's best blue
serge was more shiny than ever CON-
Iared with Glenn's nifty London
twPptlS.
Glenn was never serious for a mo-
ment but his conversation was inter-
Iar,led with pet names and phrases
and Evelyn felt so like princess In
fairy tale when she rode beside him
that she noticed that his lovemaking
was all In the present tense.
Then. he rode away, and for a week
Evelyn haunted the postman's steps
hui nv letter.
Listen. Evelyn" pleaded faithful
Bob. who was once again at his post
rs escort. '.there's the finest little
bungalow out in Windemerel Heights
thai can he bought for a song"
Yes. and you'll do the singing to
the tune Of dollar down and dollar
a day the rest of your natural life, -
Evelyn rejoined captiousy. Besides,
who wants to live In Windemere
fIeights?"
'well. hoped that you might some
day., Bob answered, -and / could buy
IL now and begin paying on 1t and then
when ! get my raise we could be mar
Tiedl.
"Well-ll. I'm not going to marry and
live out In the sticks Evelyn replied
nirilv 1.-The bright lights for me,
every time" 'nNy
Then one day Glenn Mowbray's face
and that Of a girl looked out of the
Iages 1T metropolitan daily and
Evelyn read the announcement Of his
approaching marriage.
I'm show him." she whispered to
herself l3hUa .1
Rol WIS still persistent. SO by de-
grees Evelyn allowed herself to be
persuaded TINT windemere Heights
was Do So had after aii All places
( wpiIId Iook alike anyway after Glenn
M.whriy was married and had sailed
with his bride TO Europe as the news
paI,er story said he world.
As she 'hemmed the blue and white
towels and rufiled the dnlniy curtains
that were meant for the house in
Wlndemere Heights. Evelyn tried TO
keep out Of her mind the lurking
thoughts Of Glenn. And MS the ruffles
showed themselves perky and com
plete. this became easier. and strange
~ enough. Rob and The little house
and the shabby car and the shiny suit
became as much her own. and with
The same quality OF preciousness, as
rhe knick.knacks she created with her
own fingers
The last day that Evelyn was to be
In Ye Flower Shoppe finally came. To-
morrow she and Bob would be mar
rIed and begin the honeymoon and the
rest OF their life together IT, the little
bungalow with the rose trelIis over
the door
A basket Of blue larkspur was ready
for the window and as Evelyn tied the
how on the handle she thought OF that
day last May when she had looked
! into the eyes Of Glenn Mowbray. Then
some one entered the doOr--and there
he was In the flesh Still handsome,
still debonnaIr. but us Evelyn looked
At the little wrinkles around his eyes
and the loose lines Of self-Indulgence
about his mouth and thought Of Bob.
dear old Rob. So strong and true, 30
sturdy and dependable. she almost
laughed aloud at the bogy she had
feared.
"Ah. beautiful Flora, still blush
Ing unseen and wasting your sweet.
ness upon ineligible bnchelors?" asked
Mowbrny hlppantly.
mot after today" answered Evelyn