Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-01-17

~ and came to stop The girl and
~ boy in it sighed with relief and
\ laughed at each other.
We'll we made it again." said
Paul tits exactly three minutes until eleven"
"It's been wonderful evening" and Lucille
started to hop out.
Jaw" and the young mans face grew SOL
emn 1.-The evening has just begun 1 wish We
didn't have to hurry home this way like
couple of grammar school kids"
II do, too" said Lucille. But you know
how dad is and"
And I don't see why we can't be married
right away" growled Paul
But we couldn't hurt dad"
'why should it hurt him for US to be
happy"
NOW, Paul, even if dad is old-fashioned,
he thinks a heap of you, and he says we
can be married when I'm 81 He's as proud of
you as I am.
Paul reached over and drew her close to him
for their goodnight kiss. Forgive me, darling.
I reckon I'm going to be terribly unreasonable
until you're all mine But you know woulont
harm Mr.. Towards precious daughter. The
next two years are going to be mighty long
ones"
II love you" whispered Lucille.
Then they saw the front door opening, and
Lucille was out of the and on a run up the
walk before another word could be said
Paul Arnot slowly started the coupe and
right through the first traffic light without
seeing it, Yes things were in bad way.
While at the same moment, in the Howard
home there was the same spirit of rebellion.
Mr. Howard regarded Lucille with stern disap-
proval as she came in the door
81 wish you wouldn't sit out In the car with
Paul, when you two come home" he said
''But dad were only talking"
1T doesn't look well"
, lie had taken chair, and Lucille came and
] sat on the She leaned down and
kissed him. You're good old daddy. But
you're still living on that farm you left 80 years
ago Why, daddy, don't you know the young
folks of today do just as they please?
"Still, we don't go to night clubs; we don't
drink; we don't go to wild parties, and we don't
believe in free love. Really, I think you could
trust us a little more"
IT promised your mother I'd take care OF
you" he said grimly, land that's what I'm go
ing to do, Lucille"
But you married mother when she was 49,"
What If did? 1t was easier to get along
then It's different today. I just don't want
you to take any chances on your happiness.
daughter You understand, don't you?"
YES" and she kissed him again. Il do
understand. But-well, suppose it's the feel
ing that I'm being repressed or something. You
know daddy this present generation of crazy
young people, as you call them, don't like to be
repressed"
Lucille lay awake a long time that night
thinking about things. Yes she should be per-
fectly happy. Her father good to her.
And she had Paul He so steady and
reliable and wholesome. 4
Maybe he was a plodder. Anyway, he'd al
ways be a good husband. He'd always take
care of her. He'd always have money in the
bank, like her father.
Yet, Paul was divine dancer. He
handsome. He would have fitted right into
the 'goings of the so-called younger society
set He would have been at home in the smart
est clubs, in any exclusive company
But here he was, and her she was Twice
a week they went to picture show, or for few
dances in Ault Park. They came home at IL
O'Clock. And they were waiting until she was
81 years old before they could be married.
Were they missing something worth having?
Lucille wondered-wondered guilty. Oh yes,
she knew all about how other young people
had good time. And she had told herself
she didn't care for their ways. But maybe
maybe just once-if-if she and Paul could be
like other boys and girls-if they could do the
same things-oh mol not the naughty things
but just the hilarious things-just once wouldn't
hurt!
A ND then she'd know Shed understand
then, that Paul wouldn't be any more pre-
c4Ous TO her In a tuxedo that h0 wouldn't