Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1934-12-02

PLY, the copper-haired girl,
radiantly youthful, wildly alive,
and the man in his early thirties,
his dark, strong face wearing
faint air of WEAKNESS beneath his smile.
She crossed the room to the window; he
followed her more slowly. his left foot
dragging a little with each step.
Mark Latham had spent nearly IL
years of his life in a wheel chair, partially
paralyzed, and his recovery although re-
markable had been slow, and had left
him with a slight limp. Anne Gordon
turned to him little impatiently.
Almost time now Do you suppose
Chicago has changed Ted-much?"
There was falter in the last words
that she made haste to conceal with
laugh. She knew that all the small town
expected her to marry Ted Latham-gay,
irresponsible Ted She expected to her
self, and yet Resolutely she buried the
thought in the back of her mind.
IT can't imagine anything changing
Ted-much.'' Nora Latham entered the
room quietly, but there was a certain
grimneSS in her dry voice. In all the
IA Summers that she had spent with
her guardian, the girl had never ceased
to wonder at the almost open antagonism
Nora Latham held for her youngest son.
An automobile honked wildly, huge
roadster stopped before the gate and
Teds laughing voice greeted them.
"Anne, darling! Hi. Mark! Wake up,
it's not my ghosti What do you think
of my new buS?"
A NNE flew down the path to meet
him. Ted was still Ted, and his
gayety, his bubbling youth, his carefree
air were irresistible. He swept her into his
arms and she gave him her lips in
kiss as impulsive and warm as his own.
Mark, following more slowly, WINGED at
the sight of her starry eyes, but his well
come was none the less cordial. Teds
face glowed with genuine pleasure.
Mark, old man, I'm certainly glad to
see you on your own two feet again.
You're too pale though; We'll have to
put some color in your cheeks, won't we,
Anne? We can't have you looking like
kindly old ghost"
He linked an affectionate arm through
his brothers and turned toward the
house. Anne hung back, a little Jared
by the careless words, the unconscious
patronage of Teds youth. During the
supper hour she studied the two men
thoughtfully.
Undoubtedly, the younger man was the
handsomer; the joy of living glowed in
his black eyes and flashed in his charm
ing smile. Ten years older than his
brother, suffering had driven all the
youth from Marks face, but there was
a whimsical twist to his smile, and his
gray eyes held the tolerant wisdom OF
one who has been looker-on in life.
What are your plans for the Summer.
Ted?" Nora Latham's voice was quiet,
but Ted eyed her sharply before he
answered.
I'm going back to work at the end of
the month" There was faint CLEAN of
dersion in his eyes. you weren't ex-
pecting that, were you, dearest of
motherS?"
I've given up expecting anything
where you're concerned" The dry tones
were passionless, but Ted flushed angrily.
"1t's no ones affair." he met Marks
quizzical gaze, and his mood changed
with the suddenness that was part of
his charm. His voice Softened to
coaxing tone.
"If I promise to come dutifully and
confess all my sins in the morning,
couldn't we declare an armiStice tonight,
mother? I'd like to show Anne my new