The Washington times., 1936-02-01

the darn things. I Just saved my
blue flannel bathrobe-"
'I Just needed q little more blue,
and it was really q very cid bath
robe" she explained, smiling q lit
tie, but she couldn't so on with it.
and make q story Of 1t. She hadn't
the heart.
So they gave UP trying to draw
her into 1t, and talked happily,
and she turned the same thoughts
over and over In her mind.
Just before they were to 80 to
bed she was alone for Q moment
with Eve.
She blurted it out, her cheeks
flushed darkly.
"If you meant that you wanted
me to help Donald get back the
fashionable practice, and give UP
the research work"
Ewes quiet. delicately modu-
lated voice cut In.
Eyes. I thought we understood
each other, Christine"
That's it. We did. In o way.
But I've just got to tell you that
can't take sides with you. Mrs.
Latham. L"
you can't take sides with ME!
My poor child, did ask you to?
It's merely that al who love Don
aid, and want him to 60 on with
the future that was begun so bril-
liantly, must be agreed. Christie.
dear, I know that you love my
boy, as I do. Surely we can work
together to show him that he
mustn't give up all that he worked
so hard for. Wen leave out my
sacrifices, but"
"Oh, I know all you did. Don
aid has told me, and he does ap-
preciate it, truly he does. But he
believes that the important thing
is science, and II he wants to de-
vote his life to it, why then I
think"
Nonsense! You're a child, you
don't know anything about it. You
don't even know what he's trying
to do, do you? Answer mel"
"No, I don't. But he does!"
"He thinks he does-he's Just
carried away with some silly no
ton. He'll laugh at it himself, in
a year or two!"
"Well-mayhe!," Christie agreed.
doubtfully. In her heart Of
hearts she was afraid that he
wouldn't, but she couldn't help
hoping that he would.
But, darling, that's where you
come in! Where any good wife
does. To save him from his own
folly. Oh, it Is folly, dear. He
had such q wonderful start. Such
marvellous opportunities, it's such
a cruel shame for him to throw
them away. You must help him.
"Christie, my dear little girl,
you aren't helping him by living
in this funny little house with
him. and doing your own work!
I know you think you are, but you
aren't. A physician has Q certain
position to maintain in Q COM
munity. When people see his wife
doing her own work. and living
in little shack practically in the
woods, what will they think?"
II don't know. and don't care
and neither does Donald! We
LOVE our home. and we
Christie, please let me speak.
I realize your youth, and mex
perience. You must believe that
I am older and wiser. I am 60
ing to speak to you very frankly,
and you must realize that what !
am saying Is said for your good,
and Donald'S. When Donald told
me that he broke with your
cousin and was going to marry
you, I did not approve. Adele
would have made the perfect wife
for Donald. She. would have
helped him. Instead. with the
best intentions in the world,
you've made him ridiculous. I'm
his mother-I love him, and every
jeer, every unkind word, every bit
Of sneering laughter ct my boy is
o knife In my heart. I must
save him and you must help me.
II you love him, you InuStI"
Their voices had grown higher.
Donald heard. How much he
heard, neither Of them ever knew.
But he came back into the room,
his eyes blazing, his unusually
ruddy face blanched with anger.
That's about enough, EveI"
Ito be Continued