Evening star., 1935-09-11


II her into the bed room, Selma
4 "A Runbrecker was now sobbing,
violently.
Bill came out of the bed room and
closed the door. "Mollie will smooth
her down." he said. He grinned at
Ann. We'll, how'd you like our little
show, Brown Eyes?"
Her dark little face showing the
strain of the past 10 minutes, Ann
asked Whats it all about, Bill? Was
that man real?"
"Fuhrman Wells?" Both Bill and
Carl grinned "Fuhrman's all right, "
Bill said. "A hypochondriac. that's
all He's walking political en-
cyclopedia and master of what you
might call bureaucratic strategy.
imagine Senator Runbrecker would be
happier without Fuhrman around
but he wouldn't get as much done"
But all this was foreign to Ann,
and entirely irrelevant
It still don't understand it," she
told him. 'Mollie tells us she had a
phone call from somebody who said
Fuhrman Wells had been murdered.
Fuhrman Wells walks in and asks a
lot of questions. Selma throws her
self on the floor and weeps Is
there any connection-or is this a
sample of the way life is lived in
Washington"
Carl was slowly pacing the floor.
He gave Ann a smile of understand
ing. Selma has always been like
that about Fuhrman," he explained
''He goes home with the Senator a
good deal and she dislikes him SC
much she lets him get on her nerves.
You've seen a sample of it tonight
And if that doesn't make sense,
said Bill, well tell you the story
about the two little ducks"
Carl swung around and glared at
Bill What do you mean?"
Your little fairy story doesn't hold
together, that's all I've seen Selma
and Thurman together a good many
times, but I never saw Selma 60
jittery before. There's more to this
than meets the eye. my little man."
You're crazy" said Carl He showed
his hands down in his coat pockets
and walked off toward the front win
dow where short time before he and
Rita had stood and talked of life and
love and the Immortality of the soul.
Rita must have been thinking of that,
for after a little she rose from her
chair and joined him.
Bill looked at his wrist watch,
frowning. Five of twelve" he NUT
tered. We'll never see Lee Monday
come in this night
But he was wrong. The bed room
door opened and Mollie came out, fol-
lowed by Selma, red-eyed but out
wardly quiet.
Selma forced smile for AIMS
benefit. Sorry" she said.
Forget it," Ann said. I've had
them"
Carl came across the room and his
large hands closed on Selma's arms.
Feel better, honey?'
I'm all right" Selma said coldly
She was not looking at Carl, but at
Rita, who stood with her back to the
window, heel hooked on the low
ledge. If you think you can pull
away I'd like to go home"
"Of course" Carl nodded, and with
minimum of polite good nights they
departed.
The moment the door closed Bill
said Get your hats, kidlets. It's IL
o'clock"
Mollie said that as much as she
would like to go she simply wasn't
equal to it. I'm leaving for New York
with Lady Lyol at 7 o'clock and I've
worlds to do before I can go to bed
Take Ann and Rita and be sure they
meet Lee That's an order, Bill"
Ann said quietly Lady Lyol?
Sounds grand, whoever she is"
Bill grinned. IL. Y. o. Live
Your Own Life. The motto of a
grand lady"
And abbreviated" said Mollie,
"Bilrs invention. Every newspaper
worker in Washington calls her that
now" She gave Bill a gentle push.
Hurry, pokey. You're going to be
late as it is, I'm afraid"
They were late, as Mollie had said
they would be. The plane was already
on the ground and the crowd was
pressing forward on the ropes to