The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1934-10-20

and know we re never going tC
after all our difficulties and
sorrows" d'Alhues said pathetic,
ally. II was so lonely. You are
so sweet, so pretty. Kiss me,
querida. You have not kissed me
since you came I'M"
Whats this thing here?" She
picked up an unstamped envelope
from the bedside table, opened it
and bit her lips in annoyance.
my bill. Have 1 been here a
whole week? 1t doesn't seem as
long as that, does it? That's be-
cause I've been so happy, I sup
pose. Homer ought to have sent
me some money by now. 1 have
hardly any left. 1 don't suppose
you have any money, have you,
darling?"
But he had ready suggestion,
for he knew what it is necessary
to do when your money gives out.
Marian's fingers flew to her
throat. Sell my pearls! You
will not! Think I'd give up my
lovely, darling necklace? I'll need
this when we're going around with
all the dukes and princesses and
things on the other side!"
"I'1l tell you what we'll do,
sweetie-well 60 out together to
the nearest branch of the Provi-
dent Loan Society. I've taken
things there before, and it's per-
fectly safe and even rather re-
spectacle"
Imitation!
Marian presented herself conf
IDENTIFY at the familiar window OF
the loan society some half hour
later.
my husband paid $4,000 for
these" she said. Il don't WanC
their full value, but I want just
a thousand to see me over tenn
porary shortage"
Almost at once, however, the
clerk was back again, and the
pearls were being pushed towards
her, lying there for her to take
1u. "There seems to be some mis-
take, madam. These are artificial,
worth about $50. Excellent 1ml-
tations, but we lend only on real
jewels, gold and silver, artlcleS Oh
actual value"
She turned away from the win
dow, and d'Alhues, who had been
sitting against the wall, rose TO
his feet, q good deal disturbed by
her expression.
Come out of here!" Marian eX-
claimed frantically, taking his arm
and dragging him outside.
She tried to throw the pearls
away. but they chung to her fin
gers or her fingers chung to them
She dashed on past the en-
trance to the hotel, into Wash
ington Square. -,
5'Now what am I going to do"
she exploded, pulling dAlhues
down onto a bench.
81 don't know" he said. It's
very inconvenient. Have you some
other jewels that are rea?"
Nothing to amount to any
thing. Oh, I suppose I can pay
my hotel bill for a few more
weeks. oh, this thing makes me
so furious. But it's silly OF me-
I guess I ought to consider my
self lucky in getting rid OF thaI
piking little swine, and to nave
you'll"
1T is very unfortunate about
the pearls" he repeated. you
are right, mi corazon! We have
each other. But there is a little
business I must attend to-1or
Dona Josefa-"
Its always that old Infanta
that takes you away from me.
Won't I be glad when she's sailed!
And I hope she's seaSick!'
You must not speak with dis
respect of my royal mistress" he
reproved her
"And you're the one who can
make me forget" Marian WhiS-
pered, squeezing his hand. you
could make me forget any
thing. oh, darling, I do love
you sol"
"And you, mi paloma, mi que
rida, mi corazon!"
Joe's death, and the M tt ~
surrounding it, got a big pIa IN
the tabloids. His family insisted
the boy had been murdered, but
little was done about Investigate
ing the circumstances. To the po-
lice, it was merely a case OF an
other victim taken for ride.
Seward read the news with self
reproach, and with deep sympa-
thy for Cathleen.
He hurried over to Queens. He
now realized some of the difficult
ties about money that pressed on
the Mccarthy family, and most OF
all on Cathleen herself.
Perhaps they'll let me help
them" Seward thought.
The little house was crowded
with sympathetic visitors. Joe lay
in state in the sitting room, and
when Seward rang the bell Pat
rick Mccarthy appeared, subdued
indeed and wrapped in the simple
dignity of grief, but with the re-
verse of q welcoming manner.
"And it's yourself that might
be staying away from this house
of mourning today" he said. "Or
maybe you did not know that my
son was murdered-murdered, I
said"