The Washington times., 1931-05-06

Usually you took her. Even
at her worst, when she was
cocksure and tiresomely sophis-
ticated and pseudo and preten-
tious, there was about her a
coming of Gerkes, Rarick sent
for his daughter.
In a house filled with the
confuSions, the comings, the
goings, the ringing of tele-
phones and the hurrying Of
servants that two women,
mother and daughter, managed
to create about themselves, the
occasions of family conference
were seldom enough.
When the summons came for
Jennifer to go to her father, in
hearty self-loathing, concerning
which she was robustly frank.
II despise myself" she was
constantly saying to people on
club verandas and in grand
stands at polo matches. where
patter predominated. II am a
swine. I'm N. G.. I'm stealing
a ride through life. I'm pan
handler"
After a fashion she meant it.
After the fashion of one who
attempts to appease a dissatiS-
faction by throwing to it slops
of words.
People were always saying of
her, "She has brains" in the
key of saying, TOO bad, the
girl has brains"
"So's my old man." was Jen-
nifer's usual retort, in the slang
with which she hung her speech.
She meant this. She admired
her father from the distance
that lay between them. She
wanted his respect and,
strangely enough, gave him
precious little of hers.
The evening following his
scene with Jenny regarding the
library, she was in the act of
Slapping about her rooms. with
her own confused English maid
and her mothers Breton maid
hurrying at her heels, in an ef-
fort to help her toward a dinner
engagement for which she was
already 30 minutes late.
The fact of the matter was,
she had remained Shockingly
overtime at bridge game at
the Mayfair, vainly trying to
retrieve a several hundred dol
lar loss.
Jennifer was of that species
Of tormentor who, abusive of
her servants. was none the less
beloved by them, because, quite
contrite, she wooed them back
by amounting their wounds with
tips and gifts.
Jennifer's Costly Tantrums
It was her maid Mariana's
boast that these tantrums kept
her supplied with furs, French
gowns and even jewels.
The last time Jennifer had
been summoned in this fashion
by her father was about two
years before. She had bought
on a dare, at the auction of a
famous Long Island estate, a
cigar-Shaped roadster with an
Italian engine of very special
make, for $1,000. The estate
was being sold because the
owner had been killed in this
very car. Jennifer had stood
on a table in the garage and
led the spirited bidding.
Rarick, after a high and ugly
scene with her in the library,
had paid the $11,00o, and the
day following, in her enraged
and humiliated presence, had
sold it to dealer for $2,5O0.
"The meaneSt man in the
world" Jennifer had ground
through clenched teeth into
her mirror after the episode,
the tears of her humiliation
Splashing down a face which,
although moulded after her
fathers, had a lightning beauty
that darted into it and played
around her eyes and her lips.
A straight brown slab of a
girl, with a brilliant sort of
Jeanne dare directness to her
eyes, which were surrounded by
a medieval-looking curtain of
straight brown bob.
An Unpleasant Occasion.
There had been, too, the
highly unpleasant occasion
when, like a small girl, Jenni-
fer at 20 had been obliged to
endure the unendurable indig.
nifty Of standing beside her
much younger brother for q
dressing-down from Rarick that
had to do with Avery's pres
ence-to say nothing Of her
oWn-at a swimming pool party
at Greenwich that had found
its way into insinuating print.
AS a matter of fact, both
Jennifer'S and AverV's oresencA