Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-06-12
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won't to the nearly bald dome OF
his head and rub it's sandy stub
BILE half petulantly.
Reluctantly he withdrew his gaze from the
fog smothered harbor below the rock promon-
tory to which his brown cottage chung like
barnacle, as he turned plodding steps toward
the steep stairs that led to his daughters
bed room.
what you want, Lucy? Finished your
breakfast" Resolutely he avoided direct en-
counter with his daughters plaintive gray
eyes, allowing his own instead, to rest the
untidy tray where the untasted toast egg and
coffee bore mute witness to the girls illness.
ooh father seems if I could only have
somebody come in and tidy up a bit. Seems
Tidy up? Yeah. Rate of SO cents an hour,
most likely. Fog plasterin' the water till I
amt caught sight of a single lobsterer all
mornin' and standin' to lose big order from
the city. Pretty time to talk of hiring help.
I'll say
Then 1 suppose it would be too much to
ask you to buy just few oranges?" the girl
offered, as last hope.
"Only ones I see yesterday As cents
dozen. Some price for just fancy fixin's,
seems if"
Father, perhaps Aunt Jenny can" she
began again, as soon as she had mastered her
voice.
Don't be talkin Aunt Jenny to me-" whip
ped out Luke, with unexpected ferocty She
don't go places for nothin' an they's enough
talk foatin round bout me bein in the mar
ket for second wife, thout havin' Jenny
Barnes here, to start up the Old" He
snapped his grim jaws shut the rest of
the sentence, as though disguised SO much Of
1t should have escaped him.
but Aunt Jenny goes everywhere. and to
everybody since her father died I don't see
why"
And I amt amin you should" inter-
rupted Luke. THE women O. Stoneport's got
claws for gossip thatd put lobster to shame.
Me n Jenny Barnes :" Again his jaws
closed determinedly.
"P'raps, if I can find some oranges that
amt too dear, I'll bring you couple" he
concluded, with manifest intent of changing
the subject at any cost, "but if I'm goin' to
be able to pay for EN- got to button-hoe
Pete Toole before he's sold his catch I'll be
back quick's I can, an perhaps :" Again
Luke's glance wandered, to concentrate, at
last, on the breakfast tray. This, in sort
OF desperate fury, he snatched up and, with
muttered "G'by,' shuff1ed away, down
stairs.
I UKE buttoned a sicker, pulled a SOU
l. wester down to his scowling brows, and
STROBE out Of DOORS He took one positive step
toward the wharves, hesitated, swung sharply
about and plunged forward head down, to
buffet the inthrust of the fog.
A couple of minutes later, Lukes deprecatory
rap at the door of a tiny cottage was answered
by woman-Aunt Jenny to the entire neigh
borhood-whose black eyes twinkled welcome,
even while her cheeks Redeemed consciously.
Lucy sick?" she demanded, with swift
intuition Had anybody in?"
Luke shuff1ed his feet uneasily. Silent seconds
licked away on the banjo clock above his head.
His brows drew together in a snarl
How sh'd be havin' anybody in? Hard
times like these"
Reckon the doctor1l be cheaper'n hired
sirl?"
"Ain't amin to have no DOCTOR" grunted
Luke. He rose silently, and began to struggle
Into his slicker.
Jenny rose, too. She swathed herself In a
Voluminous CAPE motioned Luke to the door,
followed him out and locked the door after her
At the entrance of Luke's place they paused.
"Your gettin the doctor, Luke?"
"No, amt. Wasted plenty time as It's. #
I don't hustle, somebody else's gon to get
Pete's Holsters Dunno but what they have
already"
"Then I am" announced Jenny succinctly-
but she did not refer to the Holsters Il don't
aim to let Lucy follow her mother without
light, If know it,