Smyrna times., 1935-06-13

she said You shouldn't have said
Chuck didn't know what he was
talking about-even if he didn't.
And Chuck shouldn't have said
women haven't any sense-even if
they haven't. But you know how
stubborn he is, Betty. If you'd just
let him see you're sorry"
no" said Betty.
Betty" Virginia coaxed, you've
said you had such happy time Wis
iting me. You said you'd do any
thing on earth for me. You said 1
had only to ask favor of you and
you'd grant It."
This was a rather unkind remind
flush of her engagement to Chuck
that Betty had made that promise.
Now she spoke stiffly.
Il will be glad to do anything on
earth but that, Virginia"
Now brains weren't becoming to
Virginia's style. so she always care
fully concealed the fact that she
had any. But once in a while when
she dared let them have free rein,
she looked as she did now. Wicked.
WELL" she said, will you make
the salad for dinner for me? Bob
likes it made just exactly by my
recipe-and / have an errand down
town VIII you do that for me"
From sorrows to salads is a quick
leap, and Betty blinked. She even
looked little taken aback at this
matter-of-fact Interpretation of her
offer. But she nodded slowly. I'm
not much of cook" she said.
But I'll try. Give me exact direc-
tiOns."
She was planted by the window,
right where the sun could shine di-
rectly on her pretty face and was
busily chopping away when Vir-
ginia came out of the house, trim
In ascot tied scarf and tilted beret.
A little dimple showed at the corner
of her chin and she laughed softly
as she hurried off.
Chuck looked a little surprised
when this sister of his ex-fiancee
hailed him as he came out of his
office, but he stopped politely, look
ing at her out of stormily unhappy
dark eyes.
"Just the person l wanted to
see," she told him. Bob wanted
me to ask you very particularly If
you'd go over to our garage before
dinner. and get the serial number
of the car. He needs it for some
trade he's thinking about"
If this was an odd request,
Chuck was too miserable to think
about it. He went off slowly,
walking down the street and around
the path that led to Bob's garage.
1t also led past the kitchen window.
That night at dinner, Bob took a
mouthful of salad. Then he lifted
his hand in surprise
virginia" he began.
But Virginia didn't hear. She
was listening ecstatically to sounds
outside the house-under the honey
suckle vine, to be exact. To two
people who hadn't wanted any din
ner-who had preferred to stay out
side and look at the moon.
isn't it lovely, Bob" she said.
They're starting all over again."
Il know" Bob agreed. IT'S fine.
Chuck said he couldn't hold out a
minute after he went past the kitch-
en- window and saw Betty with
tears streaming down her face and
her cute little nose all red. He
said as soon as he saw how unhap-
py he'd made her, his heart just
turned to water. But Virginia"
"Yes?"
"What in the world is In this
salad? 1t tastes like solid onion.
/ like a flavor of onion in salad
but there must be all the onions In
the Middle West In this one. What's
the idea?"
Virginia smiled. She visualized
the scene Chuck had come upon
that afternoon-Betty. sitting In the
kitchen window. her eyes stream
ing tears and her tiptilted nose
scarlet-from peeling the dozens
and dozens Of tiny onions the i'm
provised recipe called for.
"Just little system of my own"
Virginia laughed. taking away the
salad plate and substituting a dish
of fruit-"if you can't change a