Evening star., 1934-05-06

a. j notebook and her typewriter preoccu-
pied with Dear Sirs,' and Yours
trulys." And it pleasant to have TINS
lovely apartment to come home to-
Her friend Betty Cosden had lent her the
apartment. Betty, leaving for Florida sudden
ly. had said You might as we'll stay in my
apartment, Carol. instead of your stuffy little
rocm.'
And every Cay she came home she was
newly grateful to Betty. She thinking OF
that now as she turned down the corridor and
came to her front door and stopped short.
For there strange young man ringing
her doorbel lifting his elegant gray hat
At first she thought he a friend OF
Betty's, who did not know of her absence. But
the young man said, Miss Sloane? And he
stared at Carol and forgot to take his finger
off the bell.
You are Miss Sloane?" he repeated.
YES" said Carol. And it was then that
she remembered Aunt Harriet's letter.
you're Mr.. Worthngton Hobson." she said
"Hcw did YOU guesS?" he asked Aunt Har-
riet had not mentioned that smile which seemed
to ripple across the young mans face. And
Aunt Harriet should have warned her so that
she wouldn't be taken unawares and tumble
as she was doing now. while she searched for
her key
won't you come in?" she said
Il am in," said the young man. And he
was
He followed her across the little. thickly
carpeted foyer. Even now. after two weeks
of this lavish apartment Carol continued to
glow with this sense Of unacCuStomed luxury.
Shall we light the ire?" she asked Under
the big square mantel the logs and the kin
ding lay ready The young man dropped his
topcoat on chair beside his gray hat, and
stopped with lighted match.
Il always wanted to be fireman. he said.
"They put out fires said Carol.
thor. ot
other. watching the little flames leap up around
the wood intensifyirg the warmth and the
gayety of this with the big easement
windows.
I've heard so much about you, Miss Sloane
he said.
Carol sat down on the big red couch and
stared at the toe of her brown shoe Aunt
Harriet said some nice things about you. Would
you like to what she wrote?'
Dear Aunt Harriet His fervor would have
warmed the cookies of Aunt Harriet's heart.
COMEWHERE in the big old secretary over
- by the window Aunt Harriets letter.
The pigeon holes were bursting with letters and
papers that Betty had carelessly left. before
running away from her unhappiness-and her
husband.
Maybe it's in this little drawer" Mr.. Hob
stood bv hepfully.
That's stuck" said Carol. "I've never had
that open"
But at last she found Aunt Harriet's letter
and pointed out the paragraph about Mr. Hob
son. and sat down and watched him while he
read it.
OF course, she hadn't expected him to be
like this coming fresh from Newburgh to take
a job in New York. Aunt Harriet had said
that he was charming, but after all, Aunt Har-
ret! She was a dear. sweet little old lady
who trudged the streets of Newburgh with soups
and custards for invalids but you couldn't
pect her to know about young men.
And so when she read Aunt Harriet's letter,
"Worthington Hobson doesn't know any one in
New York and I told him to look you up
Carol had made face into her mornings coffee.
because at % you have your ideas
about young men.
But week had gone by and she had heard
no more and she had almost forgotten WORTH
ington Hobson. OF course, you could not pos
siby expect anything from that name. A nice
model youth. Badly dressed Kind to old ladies
like Aunt Harriet. Gauche. And shy.
She looked at the dark-eyed young man now
in the throes of deciphering Aunt Harriets
handwriting. Shy. was he? Well! thought
Carol
Aunt Harriet" Mr. Hobson said, didn't tell
me that you were beautiful"
Carol blushed.
But the question is continued Mr. Hobson,
"are you in love?"
NO said Carol impulsively. And blushed
again
You will be-" said Mr.. Hobson.
And now, of course, she really must stop him.
A girl shouldn't let a perfect stranger 60 on
like that, even with recommendation from
Aunt Harriet. She told herself all the things
that she should do: draw herself I'D proudly: