The Washington times., 1931-02-13
Life, Love and Adventures
Of a Modern Cinderella

secretary to publisher, Mary
Lou had fitted in, valuable
addition to the little house
hold.
1t was Mary Lou who looked
after Billy, who kept the little
white and green house as shin
ing as a new pin, who wan
dered along Third Avenue with
a basket on her arm, remem-
bering the italian of her child
hood, to the delight of the
fruiterers, laughing with them,
asking politely after The health
of their families, pinching let
.tuce heads, weighing oranges
and doing a shrewd bit of bar
gaining. 1t was Mary Lou
who learned to cook, to put
Billy's spinach through sieve,
to provide the Sanderson fam
lily with tested recipes from
the magazines and to wean
them away from cans and deli
catesSen.
Home with Billy
So the youthful SanderSons
went forth to work and Mary
Lou stayed at home with Billy.
Billy was going to school now,
proud as Punch, and Mary Lou
had a little more time to her
self. But today was Saturday
and she and Billy were in
dulging in their daily airing
along the Drive. Rain, shine
or snow, Billy was bundled up
and trotted out for his exer-
else, like a little race horse.
And he certainly responded to
it, being fat, but not too fat,
and rosy and almost bursting
with energy.
OF course, life wasn't all
Billy and spinach, gas stoves
and dust mops. Mary Lou had
her Sundays, and she was free
many evenings. Generally,
however, she was to be found
with her cunning nose stuck in
a book. She had not many
friends of her own age and
although she saw them oc-
casionally they seemed, some
how, to live in another world.
Her best friend--but at this
juncture he arrived, a slim,
spare young man with O
freckled face and hair much
redder than her own.
Hello, Mary Lou-Hello,
BiIly-Gosh, what a tummy!
You'll eat yourself into the
grave, my lad. Look out.
over you'll go ana the kite
with you."
Larry Mitchell, 26. very-in-
quiring reporter on the Daily
Star, plucked Billy from the
back of a bench and set him
down, tweaked Mary LOUIS
beret completely over that
bright eye and sat himself be-
side her.
what, no greetings?" he
inquired.
Glad To See Him
"Of course. What are you
doing here this time Of daY?"
asked Mary Lou, severely, but
her eyes danced. She was very
glad to see him. She always
was.
Looking for a murder" was
his morbid reply. Sent over
here to scare up a little news.
Isn't any. Thought I'd find you
here"
Mary Lou had known Larry
for three of the five years she,
had lived with the SanderSons.
She had seen him on an aver
age Of four times a week ever
since. For Larry, dashing out
of the middle Western town
which had given him birth, to
challenge New York with his
enthusiasm, his vitality and his
typewriter-to say nothing of
his Unsuitable curiosity-waS
much concerned about Mary
LOUIS education. Oh, not her
book learning-she had enough
of that-too much, he thought
privately-come at in odd and
devious wayS-but her educa-
ton in practical sophistication.
He thought her too much the
dreamer for this world. He
took her on many little jaunts,
inexpensive and innocently gay.
They went evenings to funny
little italian places in New
York, and now and then when
Larry was very FLUSH" they
danced on the BosSert roof of
a fine Summer evening. He
came daytimes, too, to walk
along the sea wall with Mary
Lou and Billy, to sit in Fort
Hamilton Park, and on autumn
Sundays they sometimes went
to a polo game at the fort it
self. They went to motion pic
lures and they went to thea
ters. the latter excursions gen.
orally due to tickets given
Larry by the dramatic critic of
his paper. They sat on the
Sanderson porch when the
nights were clear, or, on rainy
evenings, inside in the living
room, doing crossword puzzles,
solving bookish murders, squab-
bling and laughing like a cou-
pie of youngsters, while How
ard Sanderson would raise a
handsome eyebrow at his smart,
good-looking wife and in the
privacy of their bedroom would
say, now and then:
Laugh Too Much