The Washington times., 1931-10-31
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we're keeping house together
and mamma had a shrewd sls'
picion that she might be in the
way. Showing you that mamma
was Just a little wiser than the
average mamma. She stayed
away.
O But that feeling of lonesome
ness persisted. II the truth be
known, she was beginning to
miss the one big thing in every
woman's life-Romance. She
hated to admit it to herself,
but she missed the company Of
a man.
Maybe, she got to thinking,
all men weren't really bad.
After all, why condemn all Of
them because Of one who had
turned oLt badly? Surely, some.
where. there must be q decent.
clean-hving man who would
want the company Of "a woman
as attractive as she was. Not q
criminal like her first husband
but q quiet, me-loving man
who would understand and re-
Spect hel. There must be such
a man around. But where?
Scents New Romance
In the advertising section Of
a monthly magazine, Mrs.
Oliver found her answer. It
was q Lonesome Hearts" club
that attracted her eye. For the
small sum Of 50 she would re-
ceive a list Of good men who
were looking for a good wife.
She thought carefully Tor q
moment, and then clipped the
coupon. After all, the list Of
eligible males in her town was
very small indeed. This list was
nationwide. Why not try it?
She did. In due time, the
list arrived. She wrote many
letters. and after receiving re-
plies from a score Of men, she
reached a decision. A Mr..
Grant, Of Box 500, in an East
ern city, was the very man for
whom she had been longing.
His letter told the entire story.
Mr.. Grant, it seems, was a
widower. He had lost his dear
wife some years before and was
now employed in large East
ern hospital. He, too, was very
lonely-and in Mrs. divers let
ter. he had found his first con-
ISOLATION in long, long time.
In a few months we find Mrs.
Oliver in an ideal state Of bliss.
She was writing to Mr.. Grant
almost daily now-and he was
doing just as well by his Nell.
Each letter from Mr.. Grant
grew just a trifle more init
mate; just a trifle more loving.
Small wonder, then, that Mrs.
Oliver was so happy. Here, at
last. was her long-awaited ro-
nance. Here, at last, was her
decent man. Here, at last, was
comfort and friendship that
would last her the rest of her
days.
Mentions Marriage
Mr.. Grant was beginning to
mention marriage. Not right
away, of course, because he
was too busy at the hospital.
But in a year or so, he would
be in a splendid position to
settle down with a wife and
home. That didn't please Mrs.
Oliver too greatly. After all,
she was mighty lonesome. Why
wait another year?
The following day, when her
next letter came from Box 500
in that Eastern city, she
pounced upon a brilliant idea.
She had been saving her money
for some time, so why not take
a trip East? After all, they
would live in the East after
their marriage. Why not go
at once as a pleasant surprise
to her future husband?
The more she fooled with
the notion, the better she liked
it. When her next letter from
Mr.. Grant was the most
endearing he had ever sent,
she made up her mind def
nitely. She placed her home
on the market, said good-by
to all her friends, sent a loving
note to her daughters-and
caught the fastest train east.
AS the train roared on Mrs.
Oliver sighed with happiness.
At last-Romance.
A week later we find Mrs.
Oliver back in her mid-Western
city once again. Strangely
enough she was alone. And if
her condemnation of men had
been harsh when her first hus-
band was jailed it was positively
vitriolic now. She did nothing
but rave and rant about the
rottennesS Of all men. Her hate
knew no bounds.
It wasn't until six months
later that her friends found out
what Is was all about. And when
they did they felt SOrrier for
Mrs. Oliver than they ever did
before. Because they learned