Evening star., 1932-11-13
PARADISE
DAWSON.

make a background. Hadn't she los
one husband? Nevertheless, she scarce.
| ly knew how to face him. She fell
guilty.
Her head bowed as in prayer, she
was furtively Epsticking when her cal
was pinched.
Hello, sight for sore eyesl"
Would he say things like that wher
he learned how she'd managed anc
outmaneuvered him? Shed followed
Machiavellis principle-done evil thai
good might come of it. Could she trust
him to credit her with the good?
Still keen on it?" he grinned at hel
across the table.
ON what?" She wriggled. "Oh, the
apartment! If you are. But no de-
scriptions. I refuse to prejudice you in
its favor"
Through lunch he tried to wheedle
information.
How many rooms? What's the rent?
In what part of town."
She raped his fingers.
BE patient!"
Having strolled up Fifth avenue and
entered the park, he conflded, I'm sick
Of hotels"
Its been driving me mad" she ex-
cggerated. Married people who really
care fer each other ought to own q
home. BE it ever so humble But
that's mushy."
Birds twittered. Lawns in their
Spring attire shone vivid and untram-
pied. Beds of hyacinths scented the
breeze with their wistful fragrance.
Even artificial lakes contrived to look
natural.
"The home I've chosen, if you agree, "
she belittled her enterprise, isn't
fashionable. It's on the West Side.
You must shave guessed that from our
direction"
Which makes it reasonable" He
glanced down at her slight figure. "One
has to live within ones income. In
a single room, if it were ours, 1 could
be riotous.,"
A hall. A man in livery. He was
hustled into an elevator and shot up
to the tenth floor. Producing a key,
she opened door with an air OF pro-
prietorShip.
He passed as an intruder from room
to room. Seven Of them. BY his
standards the furnishings were lavish.
In the drawing room he noted a silver
tray arranged for tea. walking over
to the window, he was dazzled by a
burst of beauty-the park like forest,
blowy lawns, tufted spaces, glinting
stretches of distant water.
He glanced curSori1y round the bed
room. Wrenching the handle OF a
cupboard, he recognized his own suits.
Before he had recovered the doorbell
was clamoring. The agent with the
lease, no doubt.
He was reluctant to make Santa look
foolish, but this farce must be stopped.
The staccato of exclamations. He
retraced his steps to the hall A serum
was in progress-SanJa being collared
by a man and woman. The woman
pointed an accusing finger at Give.
What are you doing?"
santa disentangled herself and be-
came umpire.
He won't hurt you, Mummy. I'm
his wife"
without our consentI" Mrs. Dawn
appealed desperately to her husband.
did you hear that, Eric? Our child's
remarked and the inks hardly dry on
her divorce"
Santa's father was removing his coat.
He proceeded with his task unruftled.
Mrs. Dawn strove again to rouse him.
your child tells you she's remarked.
Have you nothing to say?"
yes" Taking his time, he held out
his hand to Give. You've won at last.
You're a persistent fellow. My wife
was responsible for the first mess"
That's not true. Eric"
You've done your best to manage
us ALL" he squelched her. Then to
Give you've taken a load OH my
mind. I've lain awake at nights. I'm
grateful. So this is your new homer"
We've rented it furnished" Give re-
signed himself to the inevitable.
The reconciliation seemed complete.
Omissions of kindness were explained.
But at parting, with her unerring in
stinct for saying the right thing at the
wrong moment, Mrs. Dawn perperated
anoher break.
ct must say, darling, the furniture
niceiy-and your other wedding pres
ents look nice"
How will Give take the knowledge
that he Is living among the relics of
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