Evening star., 1933-06-11
By PAUL JONES

HEkSE was nOtQluG SURPRISING II you
knew the Carsons in the fact that
Majorie, faced with the prospect Of
returning to the States after very
meager year in Paris, decided to
come back first class The Carsons
beaieved in preserving the morale, whether you
eould AFFORD it or not. Especially II you couldn't
afford It. for then the morale Is apt TO be low.
she had gone over in third, after the death
Of her parents but that had been different,
with whole year in Paris to look forward TO-
Anything might have happened Nothing, Of
course, had little painting. yes, and
ireat many amusing parties. But that was all.
what would happen when she got to New
Work was All too painfully obvious. She could
beach II she got a job, or she could marry
tV1lbur.
Wilbur would be there. II she wanted him.
Deing married to him would be like serving
under q rather stern principal. 30 that 1t was
xix Of one and half a dozen of the other. She
saw clearly that her morale would have to
arrive in New York In the pink of condition.
Sitting on the terrasse of the Deux Magots,
nibbling at brioche she read that hrst-class
fares had been cut to the bone. It could be
managed. with the proper tips. Her clothes
would do, and she would have little left over.
10 pay for a radiogram to Wilbur, If that
seemed the best thing to do.
CHE hurried over to the Rue Auber and
- opened negotiations with very British
young man behind counter.
THE boats are almost empty" he informed
her, "and we could give you splendid &C
Gcmmodations, on the Cappadocia, for example,
1T very near the minimum"
"At the minimum" she insisted. On deck
plan, her finger found the boat deck There"
ba1e said, "is where always wanted to travel"
''Where?"
fright here"
sThose," said the clerk ARE the dog ken
he3s. I doubt whether you'd care for that"
The discussion became prolonged and the
British young man offered her q porto in
fridays bar. and lunch at the Athenee. Mar
3orie was the sort of girl who Is constantly
being offered food and drink by impressionable
touths. Perhaps she looked hungry. It was
bne Of the considerable number Of things that
Wflbar could not understand.
On the day the boat sailed she went to the
tran alone. FArewelk being bod for the
morale she had told nobody Of her departure
The porter silently slowed her luggage IN
compartment, accepted . tip and departed.
She looked at the Suitcases already in place
shove the other seats in her compartment.
!. The label On the hrst set Of baggage said.
s0en Fog, u g. A." Well. that vas m right.
She didn't mind the military. h fact, she
rather liked them.
The other baggage seemed 10 belong to
Lord Renwick
Il wonder" thought Marjorie pensively, "what
lord Renwick win be like. Probably an old
gentleman in . skull cap, with Jam factory
near Liverpool"
She powdered her nose just in case, and
saw in her hand bag the radiogram she had
already composed to send TO Wilbur. ARRIV-
ING WEDNESDAY CAPPADoCIA LOVE
lAGARJORIE. That would fetch him. She In
tended TO send it As soon as she got On the boat
THAT, and the view from the window, as
u the train began to slide through long cut.
made her feel melancholy, and naturally Wilbur
came into her mind, looking at her with the
expression she remembered best on his face
-disapproval She dismissed him. He was bad
for the morale.
When Gen. Fogg came in from the corridor,