The Washington times., 1936-02-01
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''Youn eat the fatted calf Chris
tie spent the day preparing fol
you, Eve, darling!"
20 course, dear, II 1t will make
Christie happy! What can I do
dear? I know, I'll make the salad
I'm o famous salad maker"
I'm afraid It's all made, Mrs
Latham"
Christie wanted to say Eve
as Donald had told her to, but she
just couldn't. So she hurried on
And If you'll come with me, III
show you your room"
"You mean your room. No,
couldn't possibly take it. I'll just
sleep on the couch in the living
room. sleep so badly anyway II
won't matter in the least"
But you must take this room!'
Christie was thinking Of the best
sheets-and the lumpy couch
which would never, never do fol
one who didn't like roughing it
Certainly not!" Eve Latham's
voice was crisp. Nov don't cross
me. I'm one Of those managing
motherStn-law, as Donny has told
you already, am sure"
She walked over to the mirror,
looked at her softly waved brown
hair, picked up Christie's new pow
der puff, threw it down again.
Fourteen new lines since morn.
ing. Don't ever grow old, Christie,
my dear, unless you're very. very
rich"
"Old! Why I can't even believe
you're old enough to be Donald's
mother!" ....'
Nonsense. but I love it. And
listen. Now that we're going to be
friends-you must. you simply
must help me save Donny, before
it is too late!"
To save Donald-before it was
too late!
Christie's eyes dilated. She had
q moment of something like terror.
And then in a flash she knew. It
was this new idea-the laboratory.
His mother wanted to save him
from that. Make him give 1t up,
and do the kind Of work he used
to do.
In a way it was what she
wanted, too. She looked up, saw
her mother-in-law's eyes on her,
knew that they understood each
other.
From the kitchen Donald's voice
reached them. Hey, there! The
peas are going to- burn. They're
all dryl"
They both ran. Rescued the
peas.
idiot. why didn't you take
them Off"
"You see," Donald said to his
mother, "the honeymoon is over.
She calls me idiot"
"And quite right" Eve Latham
said. "She has a lot Of sense, for
a bride. I may approve Of your
marriage after all"
Donald chuckled. For the first
time since his mother had come he
seemed natural, and at ease.
CHAPTER XIV
The dinner was almost gay.
Eve was laughing, charming. She
praised everything, let Donald
tease her about her new found ap-
petite.
But Christie couldn't relax and
laugh with them. She kept think
ing about what Eve had said, and
Of her own thoughts-her disloyal
thoughts.
Throughout the dinner that was
q success, and the evening that
was spent with Donald and his
mother chatting companionably
before the fireplace, she sat quiet
and dumb, weighted down with q
sense of her own unworthinesS.
Tactfully Eve Latham sought to
oraw I1er into the conversation.
"Of course. you don't know any
Of these people we're talking
about! I just had to tell Donny
the gossip. But all the while I've
been talking I've been looking at
the curtains. Such lovely soft
stuff, where did you find tt?"
"Oh, it's Just cotton Sheeting-
QyeQ ruSC COIOC.
"Tell Eve how you did it.
honey"
"Oh! There's nothing to tell. I
Just mixed some dye, and put it in
q wash boiler"
"You did it yourselfl"
"I'l say she didl Tell about the
braided rugs, too. Go on, Christie!
It's q grand story. She cut up
everything in the house but the
clothes I had on my back, to make