Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1930-02-21
No. 23.

medltated. then her common sense
caught back her vague flight on the
unsubstantial back Of Pegasus. A cas-
tie OF that age would not be apt to
be equipped with the modern Injuries
that American women consider ne
cessitles, There would. likely. be mice
and dubious drains. Jean smiled at
this fancy. Ladies' Of castle do not
worry much. she felt. about the fur
nishings OF the remote kitchens. Still,
homemaking had opened a new vista
to Jeans mind and she felt that the
kitchen was the heart Of the home. A
castle might be romantic. but-Jean's
smile vanished. Her mind had leaped
ahead again. She loved Scotland, al
though she had only faint strain Of
Scottish blood In her. But she was
thinking Of that factor OF Scotch
mans character. Loyalty was the
word. Loyalty to ideals and to life.
She saw herself, as she sat In the
aower-scented room that thrilled with
music, as shirker; one who had ac-
cepted wifehood but who denied any
responsibility In the Joint work Of
marriage. She had done her work
carelessly, touching her dishes with
lazy, abhorrent fingers, dropping her
tea-towels about instead Of scalding
them and putting them out In the sun
shine. She had sulked and dropped
and complained instead Of telling her
husband frankly that she was fitting
Off to Europe to play while he re-
NAMED at work. He had told her
that one more year Of the strenuous.
almost incredible work he staggered
under would put him on Easy street.
Jean hadn't cared much, scarcely lis
tened.
II don't care" said Jean aloud, then
bit her lip. No one had heard, though,
for some one near her hummed the
words to Laugh, Clown Laugh"
am going to laugh" she told herself.
sand I'm going back home tonight
Donald might not want me back" she
worried her mind suddenly alert to
the danger Of leaving husband alone.
And the spicy carnations suddenly as
sumed a new value In her mind.
Sturdy and sweet and enduring they
were. Donald was like that. ContrIte
and frightened, she planned, shaking
her head when a man asked her to
dance, glad when her uncle suggested
going back to the hotel. II guess this
gay crowd bores you, Jean"
Breathlessly she told him of her
change Of mind and he agreed to take
her out to La Grange that night.
When their taxi stopped before the
old house that Jean called bungalow
because It was on one floor she looked
r. y ;erly through the snowy trees.
Z, was a light.
run on In, Jean, I'll follow pres
emily" was the tactful command.
Donald sat hunched over the dining
room table and jeans heart SINK He
was working and might be cross.
"Donald, I'm sorry. ! came back"
she cried, hurting herself across the
Uttered room and landing In the arms
he swiftly opened to receive her.
castles and heather and moonlight
can't make up for-home."
His tired eyes twlnkled as he caught
the familiar smell Of violet that al
why's heralded this fragrant II lazy 1T
tie bride and he held her close mo-
ment before speaking. "Tm sorry,
too, Jeanne. After all woman's home
is her kingdom and we're going to buy
in the spring. Meanwhile, I've been
making out a list of some things you
want for your kitchen. Maybe" he
finished quantity. you can make be-
lieve It's a castle"
Pasted to the lengthy list was the
scrap of turquoise fabric that would.
In the generous estimate he had made,
turn TINT shabby Kitchen into beauty.