Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-01-04

From his dark, romantic face. winstons eyes
stared out. hard with misery. why are you
resuming your work?"
Breaking past him, Emily walked over to the
hearth and stood before 1t with meditative eyes.
For heavens sake. Dick, stop pickering.
What's got into you lately? Certainly / do
everything to please you" she said.
Eyes," sardonically, you do. III admit it.
You give me ample freedom and keep open
house for my friends. You even endure. my
kisses. But you don't love me, Emily. Your
indifference and GOODNESS are so obvious that
they're common gossip Why. even Janet
"It seems to me-" she interrupted. that Janet
Is becoming your favorite source of quotation"
He flushed holly.
"well, perhaps she is. If you must have the
facts Of the matter Janet and were once
engaged. But we quarreled and she married
Nugent"
with appraised, quizzical brows Emily re-
turned his hostile gaze.
"Ah, see. And now you are trying to re-
verse the procedure. Quarrel with me so that
you can eventually marry Janet suppose
It was these words, uttered by Emily in that
COOL satiric tone that put the idea into VIM
ston's head. After ALL why not, he asked him.
self an hour later as he was motoring into New
York.
JANET, with her pale, heart-shaped face. her
vivid scarlet lips and deity Swallowed eyes,
was pre-eminently of his world, as Emily with
her MONDAY freshness and her maddening
elusiveness had never been.
Thinking thus, he acted holly, rashly as he
always did. Janet had studio in washington
square, and it was before its red-bricked, green
shattered facade that Winston stopped his low
slung racer.
In the vestibule Of the house. he announced
himself through a speaking tube and, receiving
her drowsy- voiced permission he took the stairs
on a run
It was Janet, herself, wearing boudoir cos
tune Of Turkish trousers and a dinnutive bod
ice who met him at the door.
Come in. Win" she told him, yawning.
went on wild jamboree last night and met
the milkman as was coming home" she said,
and thrusting her feet into pair of mules, she
shufied over to her vanity table to busy her.
self with lipstick and mascara
Though the disarray, both of herself and Of
the Uttered apartment, had somewhat damp
ened his impetuosity. Winston was neverthe-
less determined to go through with his plan.
What say we bolt Janet? Go to Capri or
Cannes, or Cairo. Anywhere you say he sug-
gested, lighting cigaret and coming to sit
down beside her.
For an instant Janet's eyes blazed wide with
triumph and delight. Then swiftly, with that
trick of hers the long lastes dropped over them
like veil.
"Oh, all right. I'm not surprised. I've been
looking for this" she said. with a studied lack
of emotion. whats the trouble-you and
Emily split?"
He frowned
mo, but want to. I'm tired Of it," he
said.
From beneath the silky fringe of her con-
cealing lashes, Janet gave him knowing look
That's the trouble with you. You tire of
everything you get.s You'll tire of me one day.
But" YEARLY II don't care. I'm game. Pm so
everlastingly tired of myself"
Thus it was arranged. From Janets studio
Winston sped to his club. Here he sought the
tomb-like writing room to compose the letter
that he intended should startle Emily out Of
her enigmatical poise. In it he announced his
plans. He was going away. he said. with Janet,
and for good. He hoped to secure passage on
the boat sailing Wednesday. Until then he
would lodge at his club
He flung himself down in ore of the deep
leather chairs that were drawn close to the
windows facing Fifth avenue. As he sat SO.