Evening star., 1933-11-12
INsTALLnrENr XVI.

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~ UE rolled the last envelope out Of
N her typewriter in Henry Hume's
ONCE and piled it neatly atop the
~ others Then she began tidying
| up her desk. A long day. She
had been tipping steadily since o'clock
| this morning.
Better take those letters in to be
signed, Bathilda said, stopping by her
desk. sMr. Hume will be leaving in 10
| minutes"
"I've just finished" Sue rose, gath
cred the letters. Wen stop by the
market, Matty. and get some chops for
dinner. And fruit. Don't let's forget
fruit"
II had myself set for a small steak,
bat I can go for chops" Mathilda said.
%Delphine is bringing in apple pie. She
| says she can bake it. Wei know later"
A few minutes and Sue emerged from
Henry Hume's office with the letters,
piled them In the mailing basket, pulled
| on her hat and joined Mathilda. Now
| they were a part of the swiftly moving
current that flowed out from downtown
caverns to surge toward ferries, toward
| subways, into waiting motors, to the ele-
| waited. The days work done. Home.
A room on dingy hall. cave in
towering man-made cliff. A penthouse
atop a man made mountain. Sixty by
j sixty feet Of Gods good acre in suburb.
Through .wrought-iron gates along a
! graveled drive to pile of period ma
sonry ''in the country"
Sue swung along 50 rapidly that
Mathilda found difficulty in keeping
pace. Honest walking shoes. Honest
; SLOW up, please" Mathilda painted.
There's no fire."
mo, but the hyingIs fine" Sue laugh
ing. Great to be going home. hope
Delphine doesn't try any fancy work on
that pie"
well, Mrs. Randall, your dip into So
ciety and the flesh pots doesn't seem to
have hurt you. You've done the work
OF three first-class stenographers to-
day"
And loved doing it." They lodged
across the street. you see, Matty, I'm
free--free Of the fog that used to hang
low over my head making me see all
! sorts of fabulous mirages. Mirages like
| the Randall house-that reception the
night we landed, me. posing as Jeff's
wife--remember? And the clothes orgy
In the French shop when ! bought
things any one of which would have
cost me q months wages? And Green
Springs, the dances at night, me riding
the trails? ! was sure If ! could be
part of such mirage nothing else
would matter. I'd have sold my life
for q month of 1t. Now find life Is
rather sweet, and a mirage. for me-. is
just something that disappears when
you try to grasp It,"
Are you sure you want to be free?"
They dodged traffic- in another street,
Mathilda leading
"Why-why-yesp The yes was a
defiance. you mean free Of jeff? OF
course I want to be free of him. You
don't think I'm holding to a man who
runs away and leaves me to carry out
bargain"
JEFFREY did not run away" Ma
thilda's lips were straight and tight.
you chased him"
"Oh, yes?" Sue, brittle. II said woof
until he reached the interior of Mex
What did you expect him to do?
Bowl you over and sit on you?"
Sue did not answer. They reached
the market and turned in.
On her return from Green Springs
Sue had made definite decision. She
was going back to work. She would
not return to the Randall house. Not
because she lacked courage-when she
thought Of the accidents" she was
tempted to return and fight 1t out on q
basis Of violence-but because pride
baked at her imposing herself on those
who hated her enough to dare violence
for her removal
On the last day of her stay at Green
Springs she called Delphine Ransom on
the phone and received a command to
come directly to the New Jersey dove
cote over the garage. Tommy must get
back to school. Delphine could park
you and Mathilda on our new studio
couch, which is as nifty and soft as
down, believe it or not"
Delphines Larry seconded the COM
msnd:
Don't disappoint U.S." he urged over
the wire. "Any one who's been right
with Del Is aces with me. She's keen
to show you through our stupendous
menage-er-garage. Great girl, Del"
The pride in his voice, the funny lit
tie possessive chuckle that was almost
a boast Delphine, happy over a ga
rage. Delphine Cragston, who all her
life had taken luxury as O glass of
water. Sue marveled.
Sue and Matty had seen Tommy of
on his train for school and had gone to
Delphine's dove cote. Three rooms, a
kitchen and bath. Delphine was as
extravagantly proud of 1t as she could
nave been Of Park avenue duplex or
o vilia In Cannes. And Larry was a
dear; sturdy, with pulging muscles and
q wide, smiling mouth He had been
the star Gin Eastern collegiate boxing
ana might have made the ring a pro-
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junior prom. Having met the one and
only girl who could take him for the
count of ten," he decided to learn the
sutomobile business from the inside
out. So that now he was back in
sehool again" and earning living for
the two Of them while he was being
made motor conscious
We're having peach shortcake for
dinner" Delphine said, exhibiting her
kitchen as lady Of quality would dis
play her jewels. IF it doesn't iell it's |
Larry's fault because he's been pester- |
ing me. TO look at gadget he's de-
big sones.s
Yes, and I'll do it yet" Larry as
serted.
.Of course you will, darling" Del
phine peered under a napkin on the |
Kitchen table. 1T seems to be bIurp- |
ing all right. It's twice as high as It !
was the last time looked. Oh, Jeems, !
show the guests to their rooms"
In twinkling Larry had reached |
his hair into stubby pompadour,
thrown back his shoulders, extended his |
elbows and with solemnity of an Eng
lish butler stood at attention before |
the kitchen door.
E This way, miladi," he doomed.
There were two fats over Larry's |
garage, the second duplicate of the |
dove cote. and 1t was empty.
II had something to use for fur