The Washington times., 1930-08-30
Cath's Visit to Dam Brings
Her in MOOre's Company
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I'm all right"
A shade of pain passed over
FarnSworth'S face, but he smiled
good humoredly as he said.
tits just because l love you SO
much. I'm sorry"
Then it was Cathie'S turn to
be sorry and to try to make up
to him for what she was begin
ring to fear was her luck. So
she walked close beside him as
/ they walked to the dining room
q little later, her arm in his. her
eyes starry with unshed tears.
The messhall was long room
with a huge iron stove in the
middle. Boughs of fragrant
pine, relics of Christmas festivi'
ties perhaps, decorated the walls,
and jelly glasses filled with
sprigs of red berries were on all
of the tables. There were no
.tablecloths. Just the thick white
china plates and cups and saul
GERS, and mountains of bread on
the brown, weat h err b a t e n
boards.
The four Mores waited at the
table furthest from the door.
The three men. tall, bronEed,
aquiline featured, stood. The
woman, little and bird-like, with
her thin, old face turned a little
to one side IN a listening atti-
tude, sat in her place at the
head of the table.
WEAKNESS Fits
Cathie met them. found some
thing to say to each. then sank
into her place beside her hus-
band, in a sudden agony Of shy
ness.
Come sit by me. my dear.
David, let Mrs. Farnsworth have
your place"
David, a little older than Cor
don, little thinner, a little
browner, changed places with
Cathie silently. The old man
Uncle Andrew"-older even
than his small, white-haired sis
ter, beamed Hospitality across
the board. He looked so much
like Gordon, a gaunt, weather
beaten caricature Of the younger
man, that Cathie had an insane
desire to laugh. He was the
biggest. thinnest, brownest old
man she had ever seen in her
life. The three gaunt men doml.
mated the table. the old blind
sister seemed almost doll-ljke
in her tininess. She put out a
little ~claw-like hand and
touched Cathie. I'm glad
you've come" she said, and her
sightless blue eyes, beneath their
thick lashes, were kind and wise.
Cathie's own eyes filled. She
bit her lip.
Have some bread" said the
older Moore brother quickly.
"Yes, Catherine is very tired"
she heard her husband telling
Gordon, at the other end Of the
table. But she wasn't tired any
more. Just happy, and at peace.
Food in Abundance
Walters brought heaped up
trays of food. Onion soup with
grated cheese on top. chick
steaks, platters of spaghetti,
mountains of mashed potatoes.
Dish after dish of vegetables,
brimming pitchers of hot coffee.
smaller ones of cream. The
blind woman and the three
Moores ate steadily through the
menu. even to the lemon pie and
chocolate cake that came last.
And to her own surprise, Cathie
wasn't far behind.
II have charge Of the COM
missary." the .birdlike Miss
Moore, told her, with a touch
of pride in her old, cracked
voice. 1--WE all have the same
food-all the workers, too. Now,
Johnson, the chef. I've had for
seven years.
Cathie listened smilingly. nod
ding her head in agreement,
forgetting the blind woman
could not see.
How would you like to see
the dam at night?" old Andrew
Moore asked, laying down his
fork. and beginning to stuff a
big briar pipe with a crooked
thumb.
II really think she's too tired
for sightseeing tonight" her
husband answered for her, but
Cathie cried: "Oh, no; I'm
rested now. I feel fine again"
"Of course" said the blind
woman. "She's had her din
ner."
"Of course" echoed the old
man. land it's a grand sight,
the dam at night"
But Miss Moore and her
brother walked back to their
cottage, and it was Gordon's
brother, Andrew, who drew on
Cathie's overshoes and helped
her into her fleece-lined leather
coat.
Then he. too, melted away in
the darkness. FarnSWorth was
somewhere ahead with one of
the young engineers.
Cathie and Gordon Moore
were alone.
Continued Monday
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