The Washington times., 1930-08-19
Cath, Victim of Loneliness
In Home. Graves Friends

yellow skin, stepped softly
through the rooms. busting or
polishing floors. Fat, middle
aged Chinese wearing thick
soled slippers and the newt
able white coats, leisurely
washed, ironed and smoked in
the basement regions. Cathie
despaired of ever learning their
names, there were so many OF
them. When she asked Cheong,
the dictator who directed all
this, he just laughed and said:
Him? Oh, you call him
Charlie!"
"But surely they're not all
named Charlies!"
More Like Stranger
Old Cheong laughed until his
fat sides shook. Chinese names
are strange and difficult, Char
lie serves as we'll as any, and is
simple for an American lady to
say"
"All right" Cathie said doubt
fully. What else could she say?
But it made her feel more like a
stranger than ever. To think
that she wasn't even to be told
the servants names!
Each morning he came with
great ceremony to ask her pref
erence in the matter of menus.
would you care for artichoke
cocktail this EVENING"" or
Would you like frozen custard
for dessert?"
Eyes, that would be very NICE"
she always answered hurriedly,
and Cheong'S slant eyebrows
would twitch ever so slightly at
the corners. He knew. and
Cathie knew, that she would
have said yes, if he had sug-
gested fried mush.
We'll this can't go on" she
decided after a few more days
had gone by, and she had not
found anything to fill the
hours. I'll have to join
women's clubs, or take up some
kind of study or I'll go crazy
I wish I knew more peo-
pie it's fnnny Mr.. Farm.
wrth's friends don't call on me.
Maybe they're going to snub
me because I was a Stenog.
rapher. Well, I don't care, I'll
make friends of my own, or
look up my old ones :"
Illusion Fades
She had thought that being
married would make everything
different. She had thought Of
being waited into a world Of
fashionable women. interesting
men. She had had little pic
lures of herself receiving in the
afternoons, pouring tea, meet
ing new people. Going out,
rushing busily from one en-
gagement to another telling
people like Edna Grover and
Addie White, "Of COURSE l
want to see you! I'm just as
fond of you as ever, only l
never get a minute"
And here she was with hours
and hours, and nothing to do
with them. She had called on
Edna and Addie, and made
them promise to come to see
her, and they had come and sat
stiffly in their best clothes,
hardly finding anything to say,
giggling nervously when Mrs.
Farnsworth's name was men.
toned, and they thought Of
Cathie. a wife. She had tele-
phoned to Patricia O'Connell
and Bess Green and all the
other girls she used to know
and had sat in the drawing
room beside the tea table for
whole, miserable, never-ending
afternoons waiting for callers
that never came. She had
begged Ma with tears in her
eyes to come and have lunch
con - tea - dinner, anything!
Later" Ma always said. Later,
Cathie, when the honeymoon'S
oVer!"
Phones Secretary
Later! How long did people
think honeymoons last, any
way? Cathie wondered. Won
dered, too, what real honey
moon would be like with
a man like Gordon Moore-not
Gordon Moore, especially, of
course just anybody
No, this couldn't go on. She'd
have to do something
make friends Miss Oar
row! Marsha Darrow in the
office. Why hadn't she thought
of her before? They had been
good friends toward the last.
Why this very minute Miss Oar
row might be accusing her of
snobbishness, thinking she
didn't want to see anyone in
the office now that she was
married to the boss
Cathie reached for the tele-
phone.
Miss Darrow >. I want to
talk to Miss Darrow. Who's
calling? Why. Miss Paige-I
mean Mrs. Farnsworth
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