The Washington times., 1932-07-07

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siness capacity.
July, Mr.. and Mrs. Reginald
Moriarity stepped from their
Park Avenue home into their
imported Rolls-Royce. 1t was q
beautiful machine in the latest
mode; a dark blue with silver
hood.
It goes without saying that
Mr.. Bill Moriarity and Mr..
Reginald Moriarity had moth
ing in common except the
name. Perhaps. in by-gone
years, their ancestors had
played leap frog together-but
years before. This Mr.. Mori-
arity was one of the wealthiest
men in the nation and one Of
the great powers in the city Of
New York. 1t was a far cry
from Moriarity's Rolls-Royce TO
Moriarity'S express wagon.
Mr.. Peginald Moriarity was
going to his country club for
the day. AS his car sped along,
he talked to his wife.
Very Unhappy
Martha" he said softly,
"what has become of the happi-
ness we found together when
we first started? What's hap
pened to you that has made you
change so completely toward
me? What is it, dear?"
Her eyes flashed venom.
Don't you dear me-" she
returned. "You know perfectly
we'll that I detest you, and that
/ have detested you for long
time. Why don't you leave me
alone when I want to be alone?
IT you'd be more sensible
and adapt yourself to condi.
tions, might feel more kindly
disposed toward you. AS it is
now, you bore me-"
Mr.. Moriarity sighed.
Il don't understand" he MUIR
INJURED. 'I try so hard-but I
can't understand. Perhaps if
there had been a child or
two"
oh" snapped his wife, "stop
talking like a fool.".
It was a beautiful day at the
country club, but Mr.. Moriarity
could find very little to enjoy.
He had seen it so often before.
Luncheon was a dull affair
with those present doing far
more posing than eating. When
the men gathered on the ter.
race, you heard nothing but
talk about the depression. It
was all just a little sad.
In the late afternoon, Mr..
Moriarity went looking for his
wife. He found her sitting with
the man who was commonly re-
ported to be her lover. He
asked her to come with him.
She laughed.
mo. my love-" she replied
sarcastically. mot right now. If
you don't mind I'd prefer to sit
here and be amused. Take the
car and go. I'll see you at home
later"
Mr.. Moriarity went out
among the trees and wandered
vaguely for an hour. 1t was
dark when he started back.
Signs for Happiness
About an hour before they
reached New York, Mr.. Reginald
Moriarity's Rolls Royce and Mr..
Bill Moriarty's express wagon
were stopped by traffic light.
The two cars stood abreast. Bill
Moriarity poked his wife in the
ribs just as she vas in the mid.
die of The Wearin' of the
Green"
There's the car you was
talkin' about this mornin'
Eileen" he grinned. Wonder
if that guy in, there would
swap cars?"
Everybody laughed at that,
even the fat Mrs. Muller. They
laughed SO loudly that Mr..
Reginald Moriarity leaned for.
ward. He looked directly into
the truck. He saw Bills arm
around Eileen. He saw faces
that glowed. And he sat wide
eyed as the youngest Moriarity
kid, his face covered with jam,
held out a piece Of bread and
butter in q friendly gesture.
1nstinctively. the millionaire's
hand reached out as if to take
1t from the child. The lights
changed suddenly. The Rolls
Royce shot ahead.
Mr.. Moriarity leaned back.
He closed his eyes. He shivered.
God" he breathed. 'Tf I