Evening star., 1935-03-10

and Bob Weston as "the XII
' Margaret and Bob were two kids
had eloped from Kansas City
descended upon Broadway to wrest fame
fortune from the mother lode of the am
ment world.
Six months later, after they had acte'
several plays that hadn't done so well, t
total capital. and not a mean one, was ,
third youth, one third beauty, and one-t
faith in themselves. When Margaret "a
her head, she showed chaste little face '
melting blue eyes. and though her nose W
trifie saucy, her hair, just this side of gol,
and her small ears gave her head an ain
MadOnna-like appearance. A 'chaste dain
a famous painter for whom she had posed
pay, had called her.
Bob Weston strove hard to behave as
complete manly man. He thickened his v
when he spoke, and quite deliberately sho
himself up so as not to appear as younl
he really was.
They adored each other. Their love
almost pathetic. When Margaret said so
thing to somebody. she always looked in
direction Of Bob to see If he approved. Gi
the slightest chance, they would sit toge
and hold hands while their eyes talked
mysterious language for which words are s
a poor substitute Everyone loved tn
Everyone tried to do something for tn
But the poor kids were in hard luck.
plays in which they rehearsed, together
separately, came to untimely ends. God (
knows how they survived that winter.
Margaret's party dress always looked as
had been put on for the first time, and
looked as if he had just emerged from
hands of the perfect valet. And not wor
complaint. Their voices, of young peopl
love, filled the hearts of older
people with the tinkling of bells.
Their bodies exhaled the most
pleasant natural perfume. All the
senses were aware Of the love the
kids had for each other.
At the end of that winter, the
first one of their married life, they
were on their last few dollars. One
day. a girl friend of Margaret's
spoke to her about gypsy for
tune teller down on the east side.
Margaret didn't believe in such
truck, but when Bob had come
home very despondent one even
ing to their room in boarding
house in the West Fifties, she let
her friend take her down the fol-
lowing morning to cold cellar on
Houston Street near the river,
where a witch-like old woman,
toothless and hairless. took one of
her precious dollars to promise her
great fortunes, but asked her to
bring ten dollars if she wanted
something done to hasten the
processes of chance.
A week later, as Bob was getting
more and more despondent, Mar
garet pawned her one precious
trinket. a brooch, for five dollars,
took the money to the old gypsy Y
woman and begged her, with tears "
in her eyes, to cast good spell
over the fortunes of her husband.
The gypsy woman tucked the five
dollars away. and proceeded to
humble something in her own
tongue while she melted some
beeswax over little alcohol lamp
and spat out ominously every time
the flame flickered. Five minutes
later. having made some signs over
the girls head, she gave her piece
ofcolored yarn, and told her to see
that her husband wore it on his
person whenever he went out of
the house. -
Margaret went home, more than -
little ashamed of herself She
couldn't tell Bob what she had
done. He would have been terribly