Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1933-01-08

OROTHY WIMPLE-7 Brown-eyed lit
tie vixen-sat at one end of the big
a nreen wicker settee on the big VIM
pie porch that faced out upon
lawn of something like 80 acres
She should have been happy about
everything in general, being the only daugnCel
Of the famous Wimple family, with proud ana
indulgent papa and mamma. But on the con-
trary, she looked like million dollars after ~
had lust taken a good lacing on the STOCK
market. 49,.
She seemed to be struggling against oao
taste in her mouth the memory OF bad oreali'
or something equally disconcerting. she was
indeed in a temper, and she didn't care WHO
knew it.
And at the other end of the settee sat an
other hunk of unhappiness--Tom Downey. He
WAS about as animated as o cast iron deer.
Undoubtedly he was beginning to realize the
horrible futility of life. He didn't seem to be
aware of the fact that he was face to lace WIN
that well-known trio, time, place and girl he
seemed to be trying to think up good, snappy
formula for vinegar.
However there doubt that he WlSneo
to appear agreeable to whatever the world had
m offer for the moment as he gazed obediently
at Dorothy and gave forth palnlul h''ie
smile.
at saw" he began
But Dorothy jumped up and stood looking
down at him with an utterly exasperated e1-
preston IT think this is all sillyl' she de-
clared.
"Yes?" returned Tom, in his gentle manner.
"Yes." reiterated Dorothy. "All wet crazy
dumb and idiotic."
Tom just gazed at her helplessly
"You know and know" continued Doro-
thy, that your folks brought you here from
Ohio so that you would get acquainted with
f7vrn1lx maj
Your brainless old parents have 1t all arranged
with my brainless old parents that we must De
married.
IN ND isn't it Just too sweet! These two
~ dear children fulfilling the dream OF
their fond papas and mammas, after all these
years of friendship between the families, aiter
your father and my father were fraternity
brothers and your mother and my mother sor-
GRITTY sisters. Bah! And again bah! 1t makes
me. sick"
''Yes" said Tom
Doesn't it make you sick too?" demanded
Dorothy We'll" and Tom blushed a little
ct can't say that exactly. But, you see-that
isl know a girl in Ashtabula. and I have
sometimes thought that il"
"Of course" interrupted Dorothy, you've
got girl. And I've got boy friend. I'm
going to marry Phil Arnot some day, when ne
wins the championship. The folks think he's
big roughneck. But think he's swell. i ike
em big and rough"
Tom sighed but his face seemed to light up
q little Il suppose I'd better go home"
But Dorothy shook her head. mo, we're
stuck with week Of this and If We kick over
the traces your folks and mine will think up
some other smart scheme to bring us together
again. The next stunt might be putting us on
an iceberg together, and that would be terrible.
There's only one thing for us to do. we've
got to make the best Of it."
"AIl right" agreed Tom. whatever you
say"
Il tell YOU" said Dorothy Wen pretend
that we're simple enough to be falling for their
trick. But since We have understanding,
that won't bother u.s.
There's no reason why We shouldn't get
other. I'm supposed to entertain you. sup
pose I ought to listen to you read books,
or help you work trigonometry problems or
SoNcthing like that.
But I'm not going to. You've got to do
your share of the suffering. Do you play golf?"
"A little" said Tom.
do you swim?'
"A little repeated Tom.
And can you drive carp"
He nodded. II never went In much for attn
Ietics and outdoor stuff" he explained II
reckon never had much time"
Well" and she grinned down at him ex-
ultantly. you're going in for them this week.
Ii I've got to entertain you I'm going to do 1t
in my own way. think you ought to be strong
enough to last it through"
Yes he admitted. SsvsAy f.s ,s,..-..