The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1932-11-09
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background. Hadn't she lost one
husband? Nevertheless, she scarce
ly knew how to face him. She felt
guilty.
Her head bowed az in prayer, she
was furtively lipsticking, when her
ear was pinched.
Hello sight for sore eyes!"
Would he say things like that
when he learned how she'd man.
aged and out:nanoeuvred him?
Shed followed Machiavelli's prin.
ciple--done evil that good might
come Of 1t. Could she trust him to
credit her with the good?
"Still keen on it," he grinned at
her across the table.
"on what?" She wriggled. 40,
the apartment! + you are. But no
descriptions. / 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 confded.
"Pm sick Of hotels"
"Ifs been driving me mad" she
exaggerated. Married people who
really care for each other ought to
own a home. BE Il ever so hum.
Bile But that's mushy"
Birds twittered. Lawns In their
spring attire shone vivid and un.
trampled. Beds Of hyacintas scent
ed the breeze with their wistful
fragrance. Even artificial lakes
contriVed to look natural.
"The home I've chosen, IL you
agree" she belittled her enterprise.
isn't fashionable. It's on the West
Side. You must have guessed THAI
from our direction"
(which makes It reasonable"
He glanced down at her slight Zig.
ure. "one has to live within ones
income. In single room, II It we're
ours, could be riotous."
A hall. A man In livery. He
was hustled into an elevator and
shot up to the tenth floor. Rroduc
ing a key. she opened a door with
an air Of proprietorship.
He passed as an intruder from
room to room. Seven OF them. BY
his standards the furnishings were
lavish. In the drawingroom he
noted silver tray arranged for tea.
Walking over to the window. he was
dazzled by a burst Of beauty--the
Park like q forest, blowy lawns.
tufted spaces. glinting stretches OF
distant water.
He glanced cursoriiy round the
bedroom. Wrenching the handle Of
q cupboard he recognized his own
suits. Before he had recovered. the
doorbell was elamoring. The agent
with the lease, no doubt.
He was reluctant to make Santa
look foolish. but this farce must be-
stopped.
The staccato Of ordinations. He
retraced his steps to the hall. A
serum was in progress-Santa be-
ing collared by man and woman.
The woman pointed an accusing I'm
ger at Give.
"What are you doing?"
Santa disentangled herself and
became umpire.
@He won't hurt you. Mummy. I'm
his wife,"
without our CONSENT" Mrs.
Dawn appealed desperately to her
husband. did you near 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
unrufied.
Mrs. Dawn strove again to rouse
him.
"Your child tells you she's re-
married. Have you nothing to
say?"
EYES," Taking his time, he held
out his hand to Give you've won
nc last. You're q persistent fellow.
Ny wife was responsible for the
first mess"
that's not true. Eric"
"You'vs done your best TO man
age Us ALL" he squelched her. Then
to Give. you've taken q load OF
my mind. I've lain awake OF nights.
I'm grateful. So this Is your new
homer"
We've rented It furnished" Give
resigned himself to the Inevitable.
The reconciliation seemed com.
piete. Omissions Of kindness were
explained. But at parting. with her
unerring instinct for saying the
right thing at the wrong moment.
Mrs. Dawn perpetrated another
break.
II must say. darling. the furni.
ture we gave you and Dicky cts In
very nicely--and your other wed.
ding presents look nice
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