The Washington times., 1931-03-11
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since then she had come to her
new wisdom.
Larry said, low:
you're crazy about him,
aren't you? Don't be afraid Of
me, partner. We've always
been friends. understand,
you know. You are, aren't
you?"
eyes," she said, quite simply.
What are you going to do,
dear?" he asked her, anxious
for her, comprehending.
st don't know. See the farce
through. Play the game some
how"
"He's mad about you," Larry
mot me. Delight. The girl
he thinks me. Oh, Larry, it's
such a miserable tangle!"
What are you going to do?"
he asked her again.
play safe, I suppose. Lean
backwards" She managed a
little brittle laugh, clear and
mirthless. What else can I
do?"
st don't know. I'm-damned
sorry" Larry told her, low.
Hes a corker, and you've done
wonders for him. Getting those
kinks ironed out. Getting him
back to normal. And what a
normal! For before all this
happened to him he was one
magnificent youngster, Mary
Delight" he corrected himself,
"I've been up to the hospital
as he asked me to and seen
McEwan, you know. Lorrimer's
his God. It's amazing. The
stories he told me-"
Light-Hearted Chatter
"Tel me, Larry!" she beg
ged.
mot now. Haven't time.
What about Mac anyway, is
Lorrimer getting him out Of
there?"
"I think so. He and Mrs.
Lorrimer have been pulling
some wires and expect to send
him to the Adirondacks in a
few weeks time" she answered.
"It's been the best thing in
the world for him-for Lorry-
to have that interest"
Larry caught her hand.
"Hurry-we've been mooch-
ing along and they've beaten
us to the house." he said,
straining his eyes for scarlet
skating suit.
"Jenny'll keep!" she laughed.
"Don't kid. This is the real
thing" said Larry soberly.
"I know it is. I'm glad.
Lucky you," she said, "and
lucky Jenny!"
I'm not so sure about that.
She won't be serious. She's
met me in town you know,
several times. Lunch, at some
funny place. Dinner, too, and
a show. And I'm out here
whenever can sneak off. But
she won't listen, she just
laughs"
"That's Jenny's way" said
Mary Lou, soothingly. Il
wouldn't lose heart"
WELL" said Larry, gloomily,
"it's all pretty much out Of
the question, after all, even if
she did care anything about
me. which she probably doesn't.
That girls like quicksilver! I
can't ask her to live on the
bountiful earning capacity Of
a rotten reporter, can I? And
I wouldn't live on her money,
so that's that. I've got to add
to my income somehow. Writ
ing a chapter a year on a
novel or a scene every six
months Of a play won't help
much-it will be 20 years, I'll
be senile before I get one pub
lished and the other produced
and even then they'll probably
be flops, if they get that far"
he prophesied drearily, $50 I'll
have to catch me some extra
jobs if only to keep her in
lunches. She has expensive
tastes in food!"
What kind of a job," asked
Mary Lou.
Prospective Press Agent
"Oh, I don't know. I've heard
that I can do press agenting
for some spring show or other
if I want. I'll look into it.
Give the bird another seed"
said Larry irrepreSSibly, "every
five bucks counts in this de-
pieted exchequer!"
They had reached the house
and went in. Lorrimer and
Jenny were already there.
standing by the fire. thawing
themselves out. Peter had ar.
rived with tea and Jenny and
DR.. Mathews had started one
of their interminable argu-
ments. They were always
arguing. And the doctor was
getting the best Of 1t. He had