The Washington times., 1931-03-16
NOlD Go On With the Story


dry crust. That's the life!
For I won't" he said standing
before the Westwood fireplace,
and looking menacing, "for I
won't live on your fathers
money. Not that he isn't q
darned good scout, at that"
admitted Larry.
How about mothers? Mother
was a Lee" said Jenny, with an
elfin grin. Lee flour, you
know. Self-rising."
Nor on mothers. either!"
answered Larry, firmly.
We'll" said Jenny, with
sigh, "I'll supply the jam on the
dry crust. After all, Larry, I've
some of my own"
So that was that. Mary Lou
and Margaret and Lorrimer
viewed the beglamoured, rid1cu-
lous, dear couple with mingled
emotions. Envy was uppermost,
as far as Mary Lou and Lorrl-
mer were concerned. He said
so, later:
"I envy those kids-they've
everything they want, Delight.
And as she didn't answer, he
urged, low, compellingly:
Just a Girls Tears
T-Tm not breaking any
promises, but how long are
you going to keep me waiting
how long?" he asked, again.
To her utter CONSERVATION,
amazement and anguish, she
began to cry, quite simply and
heart-brokenly, like a child. Her
little face was all distorted, and
the big tears ran unchecked
down her pink cheeks.
They we're, luckily, quite
alone, in the morning room, the
day after Jenny's engagement
had been thus informally an
nounced. Lorrimer was in
stantly contrite.
Darling, don't! What is it?
I didn't mean to hurt you. I
can't stand seeing you cry"
Recklessly, for all his prom
iSes, he took her in his arms,
and she yielded briefly to the
blessed comfort of his strength
about her and his lips on her
hair, leaning her abased head
against him and sobbing. quite
quietly. but as If she couldn't
stop.
II haven't seen you cry" he
mused, "since-since the day
you came back to me. And I
haven't heard you sob like that,
Delight, since the day I left
you to go back to the front
That checked her; dried her
tears. She drew herself away,
gently enough but with deter.
mination.
I'm sorry to be such an
idiot" she murmured.
WAS it the fall this morn.
ing? You didn't lie to me
when you said you weren't
hurt?" he asked anxiously.
Were you pretty we'll shaken
up-shall we have Doc in to
look you over?"
"No, I didn't lie. I'm quite
all right" she said.
A Nasty Tumble
Shed taken a. tumble that
morning, Lady Bountiful hav-
ing been more capricious than
usual. But she hadn't been
hurt, not a bit. She had
climbed back into the saddle
and dared the beautiful animal
to do that to her again! No,
her fall hadn't shaken her. but
her emotion had.
It couldn't go on much longer,
she thought.
Nor could it, although she
had no idea what the yelled,
not far distant future was hold
ing for her, for them all.
Shortly before the opening
night of the imported English
revue, Larry Mitchell was sit
ting in an apartment, in a small
hotel in the West Forties, in
terviewing, for publicity's sweet
sake, a young English woman
who was billed as Diana Hack
EFT, but who, for the purposes
Of that publicity, was to be ru.
mored as Lady Diana" the
daughter of a belted earl.
Miss Hackett-or was it Lady
Hackett-Larry wasn't sure,
not being quite UP to the eti-
quette of titles-Shared the
apartment with several of her
sister theSpianS. But she was
alone in it with Larry at the
moment, a very self-posSeSsed,
very good-looking young English
woman, but rather hard of eye
and with a few delicate facial
lines which her clever makeup
could not quite conceal. Her
voice was pleasant, rather light
and heavily colored with the
accent known as English"
Her story was smooth enough.