The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1933-05-12

in tomorrow and tell me more about
the chemistry lessons?"
For a week the pleasantest of rela-
tionships prevailed between the two.
Geoff congratulated himself upon hav-
ing learned to manage Cynthia. He
grew a little arrogant over his pres
ent success and thus prepared him.
self for the fall which Is destined for
the naughty.
'Tll take over the budget tomor-
row." Cynthia said one evening. "I'm
quite strong enough now"
The new sweetness and grateful
ness of her manner persisted. Geoff's
heart was singing. If he could just
hold himself in check for little
while longer-until he had regained
some of the ground he had lost with
her at first!
'I've just got the hang of the
thing" he urged now. "Let me keep
on with it--until after Christmas, at
least. I've discovered that I'm lots
better at this job than you are. For
instance, you've been buying what
Marguerite calls stables in the small
est possible quantities. That's all
wrong. By buying in quantity"
Cynthia's sweetness and grateful
ness vanished.
"That shows how much you know
about colored help! If bought lard
in ten-pound buckets Marguerite
would simply riot in deep frying. AS
for soap-if there was any way I
could buy half a cake at a time, I'd do
it! Geoff, listen to me! I'm grateful to
you for taking charge of things while
I was ill-terribly grateful; but that
doesn't give you the right to dictate
to me about things you can't possibly
understand"
Geoff realized that this interview
wasn't going quite as he'd planned
but he stuck stubbornly to his guns.
.'Listen, Cynthia I" He bent forward
persuasively. "Just let me try rum
ming things for you till Christmas
well, until after Thanksgiving any
way. You're not strong yet, you ought
to take things easy"
Suddenly she yielded, with sweet
ness and docility which should have
warned him.
every well, Geoff! Have it your
way" She looked pensively into the
| fire. "I'm having guest from New
| York next week, and it'll give me
more time to be with him."
"The man that wants to marry
| you?" asked Tenny.
Eyes, Tenny, the man that wants
| to marry me-" She gave Geoff a
| glance of friendly malice. Il hope
| you'll do your best to give us nice
meals while he's here. He's a wealthy
man, used to every luxury"
Geoff went upstairs to his room in
! state which bordered on. collapse.
This was the first time he had thought
| of Cynthia in connection with another
| man.
What blind idiot he had been, tax
| ing it for granted that Cynthia hung
like a rosy apple on the bough ready
for his picking! What consummate
| fool he was to insist on running the
housekeeping If Cynthia had do
| nestle problems on her mind it was
cinch she wouldn't have much time
| to devote to the New Yorker.
| But wait a minute! Maybe all the
sordid little money cares would have
sent her scooting into his arms! May
be she'd say to herself: 'What's the
| use of my spending my youth wrestling
with nickels and dimes, or the lack of
them, when there is man waiting to
give me everything a girls heart
| could desire?"
"still up?" Cary's voice asked out
side his door.
.Come I'M"
Cary had startling news.
'Tm married." he said, without pre-
liminaries.
..Married!" Geoff laid his pipe on
the table, took his feet down from it
and stared at the boy again or
| YETI"
again" He perched socially on a
corner of the table and began his ex-
| plantations "Cynthia doesn't approve
of the new Mrs. Cary Aylesbury-"
'fYou surprise me-" was Geoff's
! somewhat dry comment.
Cary remained unperturbed. when
she knows her, everything'll be X. O..
Nobody could resist Baby. But here's
what I started to tell you. Cynthia
saw me riding around with her once
or twice and she gave me thunder
about it"
"Why?"
swell, partly because of the ali
mony, / guess, and partly because, as
said, she doesn't know Baby"
"What is your wife's name?"
"Florence Geraldine McMichael
| Aylesbury!"
"Help!"
"You see! Better call her Baby
| it's simpler. Now the point is, Geoff,
want to bring her home. It's dead
sure thing her people aren't going to
take us in. They think I'm bum, al
ways getting jobs and always losing
! them"
sand so You are"