The Washington times., 1934-08-25

what they said was true, thel
Marian Alspaugh had good
cards and good partners that
same afternoon. Her winnings,
of course, she had to leave be-
hind her for charity, but she
still had her hundred dollars.
Naturally she would tell Homer
she had been cleaned out.
She drove home in high spir-
its, her way taking her past the
long eight-foot wall of the In
gram estate, GrangefieldS.
Ambitions
On the other side of the vii.
lage, the questionable side,
lived the AlSpaughs. Marian
had known no better when she
urged Homer to buy that house.
She had supposed that, since
the town was smart, any part Of
it must be all right. Now she
was dissatisfied. They should
have bought a place on the
water front or at least near the
Country Club. ..
But tonight as she drove the
car into the garage she was al
most cheerful. Even if she did
live on the wrong side of the
village, 1t wouldn't be easy for
the Country Club crowd to ig-
more her after it met her at
Mrs. Jasper H. Ingram's!
She went into the pink house
and into the liVing-room where
Homer relaxed in one of the
over-stuffed chairs, sat listening
to the radio. The room was ex-
actly like a million other rooms
in American homes.
Miriam switched off the radio
and dropped down on the daven-
port.
What shall wear tomor.
row?" she demanded. That
Dutch outfit I had last year?"
That was cute" Homer said.
CHAPTER V
In a dingy frame house,
among acres of similar unin-
teresting houses in Astoria,
lived the McCarthys. Cathleen
took a subway train which
after a long time turned into
an elevated, and after 20 min
utes of that released her within
half a dozen blocks of home.
Among her day dreams was
one of having the house re-
painted, white or creamcolor,
with new shutters at the win
doWs, green or robins egg blue.
That was out of the ques.
ton, Of course. To pay the
neVer-ending taxes and the in
tereSt on the never-ending mort
gage was as much as she could
do. If times got better and
her father found work, she
wouldn't have to turn in her
whole salary to shelter and
feed the family, and then she
could save for the painting job
Cathleen had once suggested to
her brother Joe that if hi
would do the work she would
pay for the paint.
This evening Cathleen was
less irritated than usual by the
sight of him SpraWled in the
Couch-hammock on the porch
with the evening paper and a
cigarette. She was exultant
over her temporary promotion a.
the office.
Home Ties
She hurried at once to tell hel
great news to her mother, who
with the help of 12.year-olc
Mary, was dishing up dinner
The kitchen was hot with the
steam of cooking and the low
afternoon sun. Wrinkled anc
tired, with discouraged eyes
Mrs. Mccarthy bent over the
stove.
why don't you make Joe dt
a little something's" Cathleer
asked for the hundredth time
as she took the platter int
which her mother had ladlet
the stew.
"'TiS easier to be doing thing
myself than to be always afte,
him! And it's not fit work TO-
a man, busying himself about
kitchen, neither"
"Of course, nothing may com
of it, but just suppose I ge
moved up-get, say, $40 Weel
more"
Ten dollars a week more, !
it," Mrs. McCarthy's deep,se
ewes widened as though sh
were gazing into Paradise
What could I not be doin' witt
that"
But we mustn't build on i
of course. Where's father"
He just stepped out to tn
speak to get some beer. Mary