The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-02-16
LOVE DENIED---A Struggle of Hearts, Riches a

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but it's practically finished"
A Comeback
Abe went over to the easel and
stared at the picture a long
time, silent, frowning in con.
centration.. Stuart lit Gig
arctic and looked out of the
window indifferently....
"Um," murmured Foreman,
noncommittally, still staring.
"Hindus, eh, Pennington"
"Ah-yes."
Good drawing in that marble
fretwork-"
"Fretwork my eye!" exploded
Lucien angrily. Look at those
faces!"
"Um," Abe said again imper-
turbably, not to be rushed into
anything. He stepped back and
regarded the picture through
half-closed eyes. Moonlight, "
he unused wonderingly. What
an effect! Her eyeS-they get
you, don't they?"
II thought you'd wake up!"
Lucien said grumpily.
What do you call it?" Abe
asked curiously.
I've a wood-carver friend
who's going to make it a frame"
Stuart told him. Hes going to
carve the name into the design
Every Bitter Thing Is Sweet"
The words sang in the stiffness
and became one with the witch
cry of the moonlight on the can
vas. HIM" said Abe, his eyes
bewildered as they sought the
picture. HIN. Swell name" he
finished helplessly. Then he
reused himself and went over
and clapped Stuart on the back.
Congratulations, Pennington!"
cts like that" Stuart ad-
"Now," said Abe, rubbing his
hands and beginning to hustle
about, II tell you what I'll do.
I'll hang this picture with several
choice Old Masters. Very special
exhibition high class publicity
="
mo, not this picture, Abe" Stu
art interrupted gently but firmly.
THE ice is broken now. I can
paint you any number of others
the ideas are burning me up. But
this little Teller stays at home"
Stubborn
"Nonsense!" said Abe. Its
got to be exhibited to prepare the
way for the others. You can't be
out of the running as long as you
have, and get right in again"
Stuart shook his head, smiling
but unyielding. mot this baby.
The next one"
I'm not listening to YOU" said
Abe. This is how I'll hang it"
And so Foreman argued for an
hour, aided and abetted by Lucien.
But it was noticeable that Abe did
not carry the picture away with
him, although he shouted the last
word from the steps beside the
forlorn lily pool: I'LL be up after
it as soon as the paints dry. I've
got a swell idea for framing It'll"
Lucien was looking at the
canvas through his cigar smoke.
you're an idiot, Stuart. Cherish
ing things. Did you know Shar-
lene was in town."
mo" said Stuart, and his voice
sounded quite Indifferent. us
that SOP"
Lucien glanced at him quickly
to see how real this Indifference
was. He found Stuart appraising
his reflection in a mirror with
mock horror. "Jehosaphat! I'd
better see a barber before some
body takes me for Peter the
Hermit"
How long since you had a
decent meal, Stuart?"
why, I don't remember-but
I'm hungry enough now. I'll heat
some water and clean up, and
we'll go out for some chow"
Right" agreed Lucien with
enthusiasm. We'll stop at my
place for cocktails and then go
down to Henry's for a big steak,
Ell? My treat"
When Stuart came back from
the kitchen, Lucien said mu-
singly: do you know something,
boy? You ought to get mar
ried-"
"What?" exclaimed Stuart, fix
ing Lucien with a humorously
stern look. This from you-
and you call yourself the prize
squirrel in the cage?"
Lucien grimaced. "NeVerthe-
less, there are Women-I mean,
if you could get the right sort,
one who took the business of
being a wife. seriously. One
who'd look after you"
Just a Ghost
Come, my lad, don't get maud.
lin. I'll never marry again.
Once was enough-too much!
1t simply doesn't work for a
painting Teller like me. I'm in
my stride once more-after
months of emptiness. And I'm
happy. Why gum up the
WorkS?"
We'll, I contend you need
woman around, even if she isn't
an ideal wife"
you can't be serious-but if
you are, here's the answer:
There's only been one woman in
my life-and she's dead"
Don't kid yourself! She's
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