The Washington times., 1935-10-03

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II she could meet somebody
who had some ambition. and was
willing to work up. She could
be such a help to someone like
that! Dress we'll, look pretty, be
domestic, too. She'd always had
q knack for arranging flowers,
fixing up a house, and Ma said
she had the makings Of a good
cook. Children, too. Shed
even like to have baby or two,
If the right boy.
Yes, the right boy.
There isn't any!
Shed been working almost a
year now. People say you meet
young men in business. She
certainly hadn't. She hadn't
met a single, solitary man she
ever LIKED, except some OF the
stevedore bosses and officers off
the ships, and they were all mar.
ried. .. unless, Of course, you
counted Bennett, but she wasn't
quite dumb enough to fall for
him. She'd stopped believing in
Santa Claus.
Well, she'd just have to go
on, getting as much fun as she
could. as cheaply.
She'd never been one Of those
promiScuous PETERS. If she stood
for petting it had been because
it meant something to her. But
now she thought about Mil
ton Holden, holding her hand in
the dark Of the theater, looking
proprietary as he steered her
into the Bal Tabarin afterwards
the very first time he took
her out. ..
Well, what did it matter?
Shed had trouble enough land
ing him-every girl in the house
trying for him, too. ITe'd paid
for the show and the food. He
had to get SOMETHING for
his money!
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It was Friday-fiSh night at
Mrs. Henry's.
The odor Of frying fish and
cauliflower greeted her, as she
turned the key in the lock, and
entered the hall.
Mary usually hated fish
nights, but it would have taken
more than fish and cauliflower
to dampen her spirits tonight.
Jackson Carter had driven
her home. This was the second
time he had happened to pass
in his big, creamcolored phae-
ton as she was standing on the
corner waiting for the Califor-
MIA street car.
when are you and Lalla 60
ing to drive over to Yosemite
with us for the weekend? I'm
beginning to think you're just
spoofing us!" he had said,
laughing.
OF course, she hadn't the
least intention of going to Yo-
semitic with him and AL Pank.
hurt, though Lalla swore it
would be perfectly all right. But
Lalla had done all the promot.
ing and talking about it, and un-
til now she hadn't thought the
boys were any more serious
about it than she was.
It didn't make any difference,
but it was sort of exhilarating to
know you could 60 if you
wanted to.
It was nice to live in a house
you weren't ashamed Of, too. On
the outside at least there was
nothing to suggest the boarding
house about the Henry's place.
Some terribly rich and impor.
tant people had built it for
home. 1t must have been lovely
then.
It was still lovely. Especially
the hall, with the great, winding
stairway, the little leaded-glass
windows. the cleaning parquet
floors.
She whistled a little, just be-
cause she was happy. as she
walked up the stairway. leisurely,
thinking about Yosemite that
she'd never seen.
Milton Holden must have
heard her, for he came out Of his
room, which was at the head Of
the second floor landing, tying
gorgeous garnet silk dressing
gown as he came.
How about a little ride to-
night? Full moon, made to
order!"
A minute ago she'd have
Jumped at the idea, but now