The Washington times., 1930-08-23

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sweet gray eyes, and the satipy
dark hair, streaked with white.
"Oh, mall miss you sol"
And she flung herself tearfully
on the plump comforting shoul-
der.
And as it was then, so it was
now. For though Cathie often
broke under real or imagined
troubles, clinging to her moth
er, begging her for comfort, she
never really told what she wept
about, and it was never any use
to question. Once the storm Of
weeping was over Cathie would
dry her eyes and change the
subject.
Real trouble? Mrs. Paige was
afraid to think. Twice she
formed the words with her lips
before she found courage to
ask. "You haven't quarreled
with your husband, Gather"
Cathie opened her blue eyes
wide. "With-with Alfred, Oh,
ma. MOI"
"Then there's nothing to
worry about" said Mary Page,
firmly.
A long silence, with Cathie's
head resting against the COM
Portable plump shoulder. Then,
Ma, remember how we used to
act when Aunt Catherine came
to viSit?"
Quite Alone
Aunt Catherine? Of course
I remember her. Your fathers
one sister!"
II mean the way we used to
do things for her we kids
sneaking out of the house to buy
the ice cream for dessert, and
a bottle of olives"
"I don't know why you're
bringing up all that now!"
"It was just that I I feel
q little like that; ma. You
know she was our rich aunt,
and so We never quite let her
in on what was going on and
Ma, since I'm married I'm
SO lonely. So left out. You
keep me out"
Keep you out, Cathie! L
keep you out!"
ooh. don't mean 1t that way.
I mean I'm kind of a visitor here
now. It isn't my house any
more. Oh, I don't know.
can't explain it,"
But it isn't your house now,
darlin'-you have your own.
You're a married woman"
eyes only -" Another
long silence. I'm sorry, ma. I
won't talk about it any more. I
don't know what was the mat
ter with me. Tired, I guess"
Called Lucky
Mary Paige rocked quietly.
Sure, these young wives, getting
ideas. A girl with everything!
If only the others were as well
fixed Eddie off there in
South America. falling into
heaven only knew what tempta-
ton and young Jean, grow
ing up SO fast. And Ruth
and her Mr.. Browning-"A man
in his position can't be seen too
much with one of the teachers"
Ruth was always saying, and
then coming to breakfast with
red eyes Cathie was luckier
than she knew.
There, there" Mary Paige
crooned, holding the girl in her
loving arms. rocking in the old
brown rockingham. and never
seeing Mrs. HenneSsy from next
door. Mrs. Hennessy in her old
felt slippers, come to borrow
two eggs and a dry onion star
ing minute, disappearing as
noiselesSly as she had come.
But that night after Cathie
was gone, old Mrs. Hennessy
came back for her two eggs and
a dried onion, and this time she
suggested the loan of the pre-
serving kettle besides.
MY Lillian had me sent a
box Of oranges. I may as we'll
make up some marmalade," she
said. Land knows I can't eat
them all, they'll spoil on me
first. I'll bring you over a
glass;"
Mothers Pride
When Mary Paige gave her
the kettle without answering,
she stood in the doorway. rub
bing her long. grayish nose with
her free hand.
Take it, one thing with an.
other, my Lillian's as well off as
most" she said slyly. 'Her hus-
band" and there was a queer
accent on the word, "has his
faults, of course. amt saying
he's perfect. These rich men
is all peculiar. But nobody
can't say he don't treat her well.
amt ever heard her complain"
Nor my Catherine!" Mary
Paige cried, hotly.
old Mrs. HenneSSy rubbed her
nose again and smiled, slyly, Sc
cretly. as she answered. Sure.
Your Catherine. tool"