Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-06
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loved him utterly, but being Dora, she cham
pioned hereely, too, the people who had made
she thought. her life what it was; had made
her for Fred; who welcoming him. not
as a disappointment to any high hopes, but as
q sort Of reward. II her two Royalties came intoI
conflict. the least conflict what should she do?
And then Dora laughed TO herself She said
she was an idiot, insisting making misery
out Of JOY. Besides. hadn't she that $40?
Her brother Paul met her at the train He
yanked her OF the top step OF the coach; clear
Of the hrakemAn'S wooden box
'Le, Sisi' he shouted in that tremendous
voice that had been his the past three years
He grinned all over his dark countenance, kissed
her abruptly and was of like q streak her suit
case swinging ut the end of one arm What AMI
arm! What legs! People turned and smiled att
their strsding progrsss through the waiting
room.
Dora took mental note of her brothers black
Undated hair and his blue and green tucked-inI
sweater. Suddenly he stopped.
There she isl" he announced, and threw her
baggage recklessy into the of a-well-anI
automobile.
Fundamentally the vehicle had been an old \
type f1ivver. The various additions and sub
Stitutions only its final designer could have
traced and named
Paula carp" Dora gaSped. Not yours"
Part mine" he claimed proudly. Nick
Sherer'S and mine. He bought the works !
and whatnot. 1 do the tinkering We both oA
us have the of it. Nick's got new bust
ness. Plans to this contraption for deliv-
cry part time. Thought maybe you'd help VI
think up smart slogan for the rear
The ruined top Paul explained superf1uously0
had been sawed of a sedan to make the present
open-car style. That offered a rear expanse fo
painting information about Nick Sherers new
cleaning and dyeing company
We'll, there she isl" roared Paul. Skip in
Miss Skipping!"
Paul, you're wonderful"
Dora, she took her seat was remembering
Freds straight eight
One thing was settled It would take man
times $40 to eliminate this peculiar automobI
from the family.
ct. JOSEPH was so old fashioned that
preachers home was still called a par
Sonage. The Skipping home was an old re
brick mansion with a porch across the from
that was painted by subscription every thir
Spring. The third Spring approaching
and not any too Soon but the lines of the hous
were good and gracious and welcoming. and
might snow over Christmas to hide broke
lattices.
Dora opened the front door,
"Mother" she cried.
MY beautiful daughter! My lamb returne
TO the fold"
But Mrs Skipping trembled ever so little
DoraS embrace ana her lips quivered. She wa
the lovelieSt person in the world Dora had n
ways thought. Her crisp black hair was snoI
powdered now. Her mouth was firm and proV
and young. Her black eyes snapped and twin
killed.. Her figure, even in its print house Cires
was slim and straight.
Was there ever q woman so completely oveI
grown with children?" she sighed contempla
Ing her Oldest daughter. "PaulE paul wis
are you doing with your sisters fitted lIressr
case? Do you want to break every cut ela.
bottle in M?"
rs there" Paul lifted the cowhide bG
and surveyed IT with wonder before he con
pretended his mothers irony. "Aw!" he n
buked her.
"Home!" said Dora, and then there was
scraping on the upstairs floor that sent Id
flying up to greet Sister Gretel who had bee
cripple from infancy-dark, beautiful Gret4
with the cropped head and haunting eyes Of
boy poet. --.....