Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-11-14

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thought. Ice had been tinkling
4 in glasses for more than an
hour. Elise had come down
dripping with pearls, on the arm CT the
great Caldwell Her advent had been
the signal for an acceleration OF the
tinklink.
when Cathleen had begun to despair
OF ever eating, dinner was announced.
Maurice Platovski found her. and they
Joined the general procession toward
the west wing.
"Feudal hall. That describes it ex-
actly," Cathleen thought as she walked
down the vast, wood-paneled dining
room with its priceless paintings and
tapestries. She had read about tables
banked with orchids, but she had never
expected to sit as guest at one.
Orchids beloved almost to the edge OF
the silver before her. And the candle
sticks were so tail they would have
reached above her waist.
1.-THE great Caldwell uses his great
ness to magnificent advantage" Pla-
tovski remarked in a low voice.
Cathleen glanced along the table.
At its head the great Caldwell sat en-
throned More than ever he was the
white marble statue unto which Julia
had likened him.
ITS a kind of medieval grandeur"
Cathleen said.
This is your first visit to Journeys
End?" Platovski asked.
Yes. I'm a friend of Julia's"
She felt Platovski studying her with
more than idle curiosity.
Then you're one OF the modernists
who 90 in for bigger and better things.
he said, fine edge of irony In MS
voice.
Il work for living, If that's what
you mean. There's nothing particularly
modern about it. Women have been
doing 1t since the beginning OF time.
It's only recently, though. that they
wages were just room and keep"
IA majority of them seem to prefer
1t that way, even today" Platovski's
smile was supercilious.
CAthleen nodded. Yes, the majority
of them do But the go-getters are
gaining recruits every day. I'm one
liz eyes swept her appraisingly,
you mean you're one Of the sex equali-
tarians?"
Il hadn't called myself that, but
Il wonder how you'll like carrying a
gun in the next WARP
I'm sure it would appeal to me a
whole lot more than knitting socks that
can be knit heaps better by machine:
More, too, than rif1ing dollars out OF
dead soldiers pockets"
"You mean profiteering?"
Eyes. That--and--"
BE careful" Platovski warned, low
ering his voice. THE great Caldwell
multiplied his millions during the
World War"
"He gave millions TO the cause, too,
didn't he?" Cathleen asked.
yes. but not nearly so many as ne
made"
This bank Of orchids Course after
course Of rich food that was scarcely
touched. And wine, wine, q reverend
ing fiow OF II. Cathleen thought Of
war veterans camp she had visited
when she was with Ellen Nolan in the
Catskills There was talk Of closing II.
Those who had established 1t were hard
put for funds to carry 1t on.
"Thank heaven for health, and for
peace, and for-independence,' she
said.
Platovski did not hear her. He was
exchanging signals with his eyes with
Joy Caldwell, who sat some distance
from him across the table.
Ccrdials were served on the terrace.
Julia Joined Cathleen, and Platovski ex-
cused himself, He disappeared in the
direction in which, q few minutes be-
fore, Joy shad melted into the moon
light.
wallace Emmons found Julia and
Cathleen and drAped his pudgy bulk
over the arm Of Julia,s chair.
Mice working girl" he purred
Name wanna play post ONCE with
Mama wrap papa in pretty parcel
post package and mail him to South
Africa" Julia retorted.
"Scorel Papa 60, but not where
mama wants. Papa 60 find what's hold
ing up the benedictinet"
some day, Kit" Julia said, 'I'll see
that you get an aisle seat at my trial
for murder"
the amusement Of those guests who
could laugh at his crude clcwning. He
had the good grace not to return, Tor
which Julia gave thanks.
"It was no joke" she said to Cathleen,
about my committing mayhem on EN-.
I don't know how I've kept from it 50
long"
le," Cathleen said.
That's the only thing that keeps me
from doing It,"
Looking about, Cathleen saw that the
terrace was deserted.
where are the guests?" Julia voiced
Cathleen's question. Hiding away In
twos. There'u be dancing after a while
In q pavilion on the other side Of the
rose garden. There's something I want
to tell father before 1t slips my mind
Suppose you walk down to the beach.