Evening star., 1933-07-30

Il was Miss WYletts Of the circulating Mbrary
who o0ered the only possible explanation.
II never thought was going to turn out
intellectual or anything like that" Anita told
her seriously. "But-now you take . person
IKE Brick I've played around for years with
Brick. but last night we were all over at Betty
Merriam's and Brick showed US those old match
tricks of his and honestly thought was going
then I'd much rather be reading . book.
don't know what's the matter with me-" she
added, on . contemplative note.
you're reaching out!" said Mss Willetts
triumphAntly. That's what It -! Now I'm
going to make out . List Of books you ought 70
read-youu have TO get most Of them at the
public library because nobody in this town asks
for them-and shouldn't wonder II some
thing didn't develop"
Anita walked home in an exalted mood. She
passed. Conover's drug store and waved q
languid hand at few of her old friends who
were grouped around the soda fountain. A
gentle melancholy possessed her. After all,
she'd been voted the most popular girl in high.
And she hadn't missed Saturday night date
for years and years. Well 1t was almost like
taking the veil or something. Maybe some
day she would take the veil. She saw herself
in dove gray. "she has the saddest face ever
liest."
Lost in the realm of the spirit, she walked
two material blocks past the house in which
she had spent her girlhood. Retracing her
steps and entering upon the familiar scene,
she smiled wistfully upon her parents.
The dinner dishes are washed and wiped"
her mother said rather tartly. II must say
you don't hurry yourself. Anita"
I'm so sorry, mother" said Anita. She
turn 81 ind,
parent. II suppose you're playing bridge with
the Townsends tonight" she added kindly.
Her father lifted his head
The men of the Winters family were noted
for tempers which were slow to rouse but.
once reused, were pretty terrible.
'Townsends!" he said. 'Townsendsl Town.
sends! Townsends! There's never any other
subject Of conversation in this house but TOWN.
sends!"
Now, Fred -" began his wife
mol" shouted Mr. Winters addressing his
daughter Your mother and are not going
to play bridge with the Townsends tonight or
any other night. What's more, I don't want
the name Of Townsend mentioned in this house.
They go their way. We 60 our way And fur
thermore, I don't want you to have anything
to do with that young whippersnapper of theirs.
D'you understand me?"
Your father" said Mrs Winters in paren-
theses, means what he says"
Sne should have known better than this But
1t was always difficult to believe that small.
vengeful demigod hurting thunderbolts from
Olympus would become overnight an affable
little father of a family, sheepshly ready to
admit that there may have been another size
Of the matter.
Both OF Mr.. Winters women should have
realized that Upon the morrow Mr. Winters
and Mr.. Townsend would each come forward
handsomely, one to the other, in acknowledge
ment OF the fact that any difference of opin-
ion regarding the relative merits of the Giants
and the White Sox was not a matter to cause
dissension between good neighbors
But at the time Mr.. Winters was very con-
vincing. He retired behind his newspaper, and
shook it,