The Washington times., 1935-11-14

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mean why should you? A man
expects to support his wife :"
But you don't understand. "
AIMS voice was softly imperative.
''It isn't as If it were just an or
binary job. I'm crazy about the
shop I'd - quite lost with
out it. Even If I did. even If we
did E"
"Get married." supplied Kipp,
grininng gently, (which we are
going to do"
"well, even II we did, I'd want
to go on with the shop"
"AIl right. But we'd have to
live on my money. I couldn't have
you paying the rent and buying
the chops. That's out, see? Def
nitely out. And that would mean
that we'd have to live here. .
think you could do that, Ann?"
Ann considered this gravely
'Well, I've lived here before" she
reminded him, with Judy. And
liked it."
"That's right. Well, you're go
| ing to live here with me and like
it even better. And now," said
Kipp, "about women"
AIMS eyes went swiftly to the
photograph in the black enamel
frame.
eyes" said Kipp, "Francine. We
may as we'll start with her. the
others don't count. Just girls I've
met here and there. The usual
thing. e"
But Francine. =" AIMS voice
was muted low. Her eyes avoided
his. A bright color famed in her
cheeks.
eyes, I was pretty keen about
her for a couple of months this
fall. She was the first older
woman and I got in pretty deep"
Ann said: Don't tell me any
more. I mean," she explained
swiftly, there's no reason why
you should, is there? The i'm
portant thing is that from now on
things should be straight between
us beautifully straight"
Kipp looked at her. The fire
light was shining on her softly
:. .on her rumpled dark head, on
her abSurdly long eyelaSheS, on
her slim. brown hands. He said :
''They will be-" The three words
were a promise, given solemnly,
with a young and very honest seri.
business. He said then, reaching
for her hands: "Come on over
here, Ann, where you belong"
Behind them the sauSages lay
forgotten, on Judy Sleeper'S best
silver platter.
There were certain people who
had to be told that Ann was 60
ing to marry Kipp. There was
her mother. for instance, out in
Detroit, Mich. Ann wrote her
letter, which she answered at
length and quite emotionally
Ann read the letter and put 1t
away and forgot about it. She
and her mother had never been
particularly close and during the
last six years they had become
less so.
There was Steve. Steve was
satisfactorily enthusiastic about
it. If he was less so than he ap.
peared. Ann was not allowed to
suspect it. He said it was Ger.
tainly front page news so far as
he was concerned. He said he
hoped she would be oustandingly
happy and that she would still let
him take her out to dinner occa-
Sionally. She said, Of course she
would; that nothing would be any
different. that everything would
be just the same. Steve said,
Naturally" and said it affection
ately but not very convincingly.
Then he went out and bought her
three dozen long-stemmed red
roses. He had been buying her
red roses at odd moments for
years. Fortunately he had no
way of knowing that she didn't
particularly care for red roses.
She always thanked him, sweetly
and appreciatively, as if she did.
There was Carlotta. Carlotta
was a tall, red-headed girl who
had learned to take her skin and
her figure seriously and a good
many other supposedly more i'm.
portant things lightly. She was a
fashion copywriter for one of the
large department stores and in
her spare moments she did brief
satirical articles for the smart
fashion magazines, which she sold
without any trouble and which
paid her amazingly well.
Ito Be COntinued)
Copyright. 1885. by Allene Corliss.
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