Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-02-10

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NM W ged express
sion soffened amaz-
kI ingly. "Okay, Buddy.
I% PH tell 'em nieseff
you're on the Uay."
strange things have happened and I'm so
puzzled to know what to do Just wire a day
ahead so can have the house in order.
"Afrecty. your silly old (ss)
Aunt Olivia"
4 Ar PENNY first heard of Vipnie's visit
M when he came home one night with head
cold and found the widows violet eyes swapping.
Here bought can Of quick drying varnsh
and Q brush and everything" she sputtered
charmingly. but not painter could get to
varnish the kitchen floor. And Vinnies coming
tomorrow" She sighed. II did so want things
spick and span for Winnie"
Knowing her obsession for the girl, he reused
to instant action.
why. I'll varnish it myself" he assured her,
peering cheerfully over his handkerchief.
To his surprise, she refused rather abruptly.
He said nothing at the time But after she
had slipped across the street to see sick neigh
Dor he slyly removed his coat swept the kitchen
floor located the materials and set to work with
great good will.
Two hours later he Strengthened back on his
knees and met her delighted gaze with beaming
anticipation.
why. Mr.. Penny' she gushed THAT was
the sweetest thing And I horrd about
it. too. But how did you ever find the varnish?"
Brush and can were right there on the
pantry shelf"
The brush was, but-why, I thought I hid
the varnish-" Suddenly, she stopped down,
touched the glistening floor with her hngertip
and, to his astonishment, applied it gingerly to
her lips.
There was tense pause
Strip" she announced duly. II might have
known
If ONLY he could convince Mrs. Tuttle that
! this, too. was merely another Of those COIN
cidences!
There was little chance at breakfast. The
ladys mind seemed on other things. Decidedly.
Its Vinnies I'm worried about" she finally
admitted. Naturally, I'd planned to meet her
train In the city this noon, but I'm SO lame
I can hardly move.
my fault entirely" he groaned.
She stopped him with q gesture. She's just
little country girl, Mr.. Penny. And after
her last attack Of appendicitis-oh, If anything
should happen to Winnie in that awful city I'd
never forgive myself. Never"
Her distress would have melted harder heart
than Mr. Penny's.
LET me meet her" he blurted.
"Oh, dear. IL suppose you could-on1y-"
Il know what you're thinking. Mrs. Tuttle"
he admitted, with q feeble smile, but this Is
different. What could possibly go wrong If
Just met her and brought her straight out to
Rock Glenn?"
Her final consent though reluctant 50
tGuched him that he resolved not only to meet
the girl for Mrs. Tutte, but to leave nothing
undone that would make her favorite niece's
entire visit memorable one.
IL HAD no difnculty recognizing Winnie in
the terminal when she climbed off the
noon train from the country. True she seemed
bit chunkier than the widows description;
and her stolid face, slightly "dished," suggested
the lame duck type dear to doting aunts.
But such details mattered little to Mr.. Penny.
It was enough to know that anything he did
for Winnie would be doubly appreciated by Mrs.
Tuttle.
How about bite to eat before we catch
the Rock Glenn tratn?" he inquired, solicit
ously.
There wasn't time for that she said. One OF
her best friends from home was right here in
town taking nurses training at big hospital,