Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1935-11-01

because they contrasted so sharply
with what happened to her in the
daytime.
She had been sound asleep when
Bubbles had come home, last night
A vase on the tiny table that divided
the twin beds held Lucinda's spray
of gardenias.
Bubbles gardenias had withered.
Well, that was symbolic. Bubbles
had dined with a rich old man who
had paved her all the way home in
the taxi. The creamy petals of the
flowers had surely curled up in dis
dain at his touch. She had flung
them in the garbage can the minute
she had entered the little flat, late
Sunday night.
Now it was Monday morning and
Lucinda was stirring. Lucinda usual
ly fixed the orange juice, and toast
and coffee. Bubbles had hangover
Bubbles had no intention of moving.
But she did open one eye, to say:
"I'm glad you've got worthwhile
beau. hope you make hay while the
sun shines. hope you get everything
you can out of Carter"
"My goodness!" rejoined Lucinda
good-naturedly. Gwen when the girls
sleeping, her minds on gold-digging!"
eff he's anything like his father
if he's chip off the old block
he'll come across" proceeded Bubbles
dreamily.
Lucinda said sharply:"At your age
it's horrible to hear you talk like that!
You think you're awfully up-to-date,
but to my mind you're old
fashioned"
Meaning that it's smart to work,
and pay your own share, and be indie
pendent?"
Meaning that the gold-diggers are
getting ditched, right and left! Don't
you read the newspapers? Don't you
zee where breach-of-promise cases land
the girls today? Don't you see there's
being an end put to feminine black
mail? That the judges have put the
1ybosh on the alimony racket"
ooh, you make me sick! Remember
you won't always be young and pref
"" Bubbles crawled out of bed, groan
ng that she had a sore head and went
INTO the bathroom to mix herself a |
Lucinda left the flat first. She
would ride down to work on the roof
# the Riverside bus, dreaming over
and thinking Of tonight, for
wasn't Carter going to take her out
% dinner?
The last week of that radiant June
vas something that Lucinda was to
emember ever afterwards in her life.
For the first time in her twenty
ne years she was in love. Head over
eels in love.
And that love, she told herself over
nd over happily, was reciprocated.
Didn't Carter, in his long, low-slung
ar, wait for her every evening outside
he big department store on West 34th
treet where she was an advertising
opy-writer?
Lost in this glorious dream, then.
that did it matter if the sharpfaced,
woman in charge of the
apartment had reprimanded the hith-
rto capable Lucinda more than once,
harging her with slackness?
II can't think what's come over you,
mis- past week."
But Lucinda could. The most won
erful thing in the world had happen
to her! Lucinda was in love!
That young Carter Chalaire appar-
ntly had money to burn didn't put his
Jock up any higher with Lucinda,
lough Bubbles never was done talk
lg about it.
Bubbles and the gang "horned in"
n Lucinda's dates. Carter, fasci-
ated by Lucinda, accepted them good
for her sake. He would
pend $500 in a night on entertaining
lucinda and her friends. He had even
ought two of Howard Scott's paint
lgs at $15O apiece!
"For your sweet sake, of course!
could choke him! But then I need
he money" said the dabbler-in-art,
hilosophically, as he pocketed Car
er's check.
The hilarious company would usual
y finish off the evening-or rather,
arly morning-in the spicy spots of
iarlem that were a la mode at the
On the tenth day after their meet
ng they were at hot spot in Har-
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