Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-22
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Whats Eddie Yackey doing these days?"
asked her mother later in the day. II haven't
seen him for ages
He's working on a newspaper in New York -
Have you seen him lately?S
"Oh, yes; once or twice. around and about"
Hes a funny boy" unused Mrs. Leacroft.
His mother awfully nice. They've had
such struggle that family"
He's nut" stated Connie.
But nut is better than nothing?" asked
Mrs. Leacroft. smiling. What would you do,
Connie, If some night would roll around and
you didn't have boy coming?" .
"Oh, mother, don't be silly!"
CONNIE sat across from Eddie at little
green vanished table at the Old Mill Pond
Tea Room in the dying light Of the dinner
hour. 1t was poetic time, Comics favorite
hour of the day, and she thought longingfy of
Gerald and the gentle, urgent things he would
be saying if he were here, for Gerald, like her,
was moved by places and times of day
But what. in this lovely moment, was Eddie
Yackey doing? He was guzzling chocolate
marshmallow cake and shouting at her that he
was going to be great man. She was bored,
and slightly piqued. But she tried to listen.
He was, he told her, saving his money like
miser. In three more years, when he was "a,
he would have enough to retire from the news
paper business to write. Novels, he added, with
fine little novelist, too" said he.
Are you, Eddie?" Connie was trying hard
to be indulgent, but he was very irksome, Ed
die In the first place, his appearance. Long,
shambling, scraggy, sharp and thin as rake,
light, colorless, rough hair. And what really
offended her, his hands were slightly grimy; he
hadn't had the grace to shave, and his hair
was mussy.
Well, Of course, Eddie simply wasn't gentle
man. Her mother had said his mother had
it,
son very successfully, however nice she had
been. He was cocky, he was harsh, mannerless,
inconsiderate and, she decided now, selfish to
the bone. She put down her coffee cup. This
was a nice evening, this was. Darn i'll But
maybe things would look up. No boy, not even
Eddie, could talk about writing novels all night.
But she didn't know Eddie They got up
from the table, she struggling with her own
coat until Eddie finally leaned over carelessly
and gave it a tug for her; they got into the car;
Eddie started of with jerk; they arrived home
and sat on the porch until IL O'Clock; and Ed
die never once stopped talking about himself
and newspaper work and what he was going to
do to startle the literary world. Connie yawned
and groaned inwardly and finally said good
night. Gosh what night
The next morning Eddie called up.
Good heavens, where are you?" she asked
"Tve got an assignment to cover the air meet
at oyster Cove. Meet me there" said he
I'm sorry"
''Wen, then, III get bus or something and
come over to your place tonight after I'm
through"
Out
"Have you got date?"
''Uh-no."
"Then III be over. If you know any cheap
place, We can go and dance"
There's dancing at the club I could take
you there" she said half heartedly.
IAN right" he said carelessly. I'm be there
about g. 'Rye"
Good night" Connie ragged as she hung up.
''Well. that's what get for being a yes-girl"
Eddie arrived dusty and rumpled, his face
hagard from fatigue. Connie was dismayed. A
creature like that simply wasn't eligible even for
the informal Summer dancing of the Blue VAL
ley Country Club.
Cant wash up?" he asked
1Gutely she led him to q vast and perfect bath
room. He reappeared fresher, but still woefully
impressed.
Kathleen came onto the porch with her young
man Of the evening.
Come on, you kids, we'll give you q lift.
Hello, Eddie. This is John Gerard"
Eddie, scowling, muttered Hello" shook
hands briefly, and he and Connie got into the
back seat Of the car. Eddie told Connie all
about the air meet and the really mastery story
he had sent in for the last edition. She MUIR
mered dutifully. Kathleen kept looking back
wickedly. It was awful.
And, of course Eddie couldn't dance. He
hoped, he loped, he galloped, he swung her
around crafty, and then he would shout. fool
that he was: Gee, this is great, isn't it?"
THE crowd" Jane and Roger and Herb and
corner Of the big wide piazza. Connie stored