The Washington times., 1934-07-20
GIRL IN THE FAMILY


about him. One morning Lutte
came into his bedroom when
Susan and Anna were cleaning
it, and began to look through
his things.
"'Allen G. Sholes,'" she read
aloud his name, written on the
fly leaf of one of his books.
Mice name"
She opened the door Of his
closet and looked in. "Not very
many Clothes" she commented,
closing it, "and not very good
ones"
She strolled across the room
to his dresser. Without looking
at it Susan knew just how few
things there were on it.
Lutte, don't!" she cried out,
stopping in the middle Of her
work. Don't look at his
things!"
Pity Is Born
But her aunt was pulling out
the drawers of Grandfather
Brodererick'S massive old bu-
reau. MY word! His things
don't fill even the top drawer"
she said, and, glancing within
the drawer involuntarily, Susan
saw that what she said was
true.
There was a pile Of linen at
one end of the drawer and a
half dozen pairs Of. socks at
the other end. Between them,
pressed under a book, were three
neckties. AS she looked at
them, Susan's heart swelled
with pity just as it had when
she saw him walk out of the
house with his bundle of wash
ing.
please shut the drawer,
Lutie!" she said. 1--WE haven't
any right to pry into his things
just because he lives in our
house. I think it's a mean
thing to dol" With a sharp
sudden movement her hand
went out and closed the drawer
with a bang.
There was no real reason for
feeling sorry for Mr.. Sholes,
she kept telling herself later on
as she went around the house
finishing the mornings work.
The family were all together
in the parlor that night wait
ing for Anna to ring the bell
for dinner.
When Susan came downstairs
from her room, where she had
been pretending to read while
she listened for the sound of
Mr.. Sholes' door opening, Lutte
had the telephone book on her
lap, her dark bobbed head bent
over it.
II wonder what family of
sholes he does belong to-" she
was saying.
There was a woman named
Sholes who had a dreSSmaking
shop three or four blocks down
the street a long time ago. It
must be ten or twelve years
ago." remarked Aunt Edna,
glancing up from the game Of
Russian Bank that she was
playing with Uncle Worthy.
You certainly must remember
her, Lutte. She moved away
after a while-or died-Worthy,
you put a black ten on a black
jack then, didn't you?"
Uncle Worthy shook his
head. "She moved away. if I
remember rightly" he said.
Pretty woman. Curley hair,
big blue eyes," He chuckled.
II certainly do remember her"
Aunt Edna shifted. "You!"
, she said. "You remember every
woman you ever saw. pretty
or ugly!"
well, this Sholes upstairs is
certainly handsome enough"
said Lutte. "And he's not a
bit of bother in the house. You
can't say that he doesn't mind
his own business
Uncle Worthy stroked his
chin judicially. well, now,
Lutte, isn't it a bit too soon to
make up your mind about him?
Remember he's only been here
three or. four days. Later on
he may try to be a bit more
well, what shall I say
'friendly'?"
John had been sitting in the
shabby Turkish leather rocker
that was his favorite seat in
the house. He was half-hidden
behind a newspaper. He put it
down now and leaned forward.
We'll, for the love of Mike,
why shouldn't he be friendly
with us? I rode downtown on
the street car with him this
morning. And he's a swell
guy!" John crumpled the
paper nervously, in his hand.