Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-27

On OCCOOcT Tile ZILl LIlc OIudIS Cc1COabc0
t. ieir meeting-day of a year before by going
to a revue and laughing themselves sick over
ue leading mans Jokes. But the tickets had
cst $500, and Red needed new overcoat.
In November Tom invited his daughter to
vsit him, not neglecting to, mention that it
would be his pleasure 20 pay heE fare.
Go on" urged Red. "Itll be grand spree
fCr you"
> But before. she could get of, Red fell i'll.
He came home one blowy, biting day with
flushed face and too-bright eyes.
IT feel funny"
"Red, you're sick"
Reds illness lasted four long weeks. The
first night the physician looked at Cissy
sarewdly
"Coufd~you nurse him?"
EYES," said Cissy, who had nursed nobody
IN the world except Quirk.
She and Becky nursed Red through those
first five days. Becky in the daytime, Cissy
al night 1t was a severe case of grip just
skirting pneumonia. Reds temperature was
1O4. He was deliriouS.
Cissy went around thinking: "It was that
thin old overcoat And the old hot subway.
And his skinny lunches"
Tom telegraphed that he would foot the
bills. And Cissy, choking as she wrote. ie-
piled that she knew Red would rather not
and wondered, as she wrote, how much the
doctor would charge for his two visits cay.
Tom telegraphed, Get nurse or Ill come
and nurse him myself"
So Miss Adams was imported, ana BECKY
was sent home.
After it was all over they took from Reds
precious savings 500 for q feece-lined over
coat. And Red promised TO drink milk every
day for lunch and to eat until he burst. Cissy
cried again when the doctors bill came,
mere $50 for ALI those days and nights Of
service.
RED, think, of that That man--it was
worth hundreds"
Good SCOUT" said Red huskily
BY Christmas Red was well again, had lost
his haggardness, had put a little flesh over
his sharp bones. Cissy gave him mufier, he
gave her little bronze dog, Quirk to the life.
They sent her father cigars, Tommy tie.
But that first married Christmas was some-
how dreary The dinner was all right-one
Of Cissys famous stewed roosters-but CisSyr
was tired tired Of stewing ROSTERS, tired Of
eating them, tired in her body, tired in her
soul. She rushed around briskly enough, tried
to be gay, but the tiredness was there. Red
saw it. Cissy knew that he saw it, and
couldn't help it.
AS the Winter went on, the strange languor
OF that Christmas day gave way to a new
restlessness that, fight it as she would, Cissy
could not conquer. Days she would ny around
fevershly as If to fee from something that
logged her very heels. Nights she would lie
in bed hours after Red had gone to sleep,
and with every part of her, body. mind, soul,
she ached-ached for the gayety, the ease, the
luxury of her old life; ached to dance to jazz,
to drift down theater aisle TO the sound OF
violins, to sit at suave and brilliant dinner
tables with gay, amusing men and women,
to wander around shops among lovely, lavish
things. hers if she wanted them.
Just so had the first Narcissa lain in her
rope bed in Illinois, aching for the more ease
full, convivial life which she had left behind
In her native Pennsylvania
In February Tom wrote plaintively that he
didn't see why, just because a girl was mar
ried, she couldn't visit her father, and inclosed
q check.
CISSY arrived in time for Valentine party
at Mary wright's. coming-out party for
! little Lucy Steers, and dozen other teas and
dinners, here, there and everywhere. She was
ridiculously happy. Happy because of Red
buck there in New York, her Red whom she
knew now, if she had never known it before,
she loved better than all the luxury, all