The Washington times., 1936-11-28

the mob. The kind that would be
passed up, forgotten.
But Lowell had singled her out,
long ago..
Yes, when he was a boy. He
was grown up now. Almost 81. Go
ing to Cambridge soon. He'd be
meeting lovely English girls, girls
who'd be presented at court and
would have their pictures in the
illustrated supplements, wit h
feathers in their hair, and trains.
She was subdued and quiet the
rest of the evening.
Dorathea and Bonnie had gone
out to movie. Evelyn, who had
been sewing, internationally, threw
the unfinished blouse on the floor.
cts so dull, so quiet here! I
can't stand it," she cried.
August came with days that
were balmy and warm, and Evelyn
sighed for summer clothes, and
Dorathea and Bonnie for a va
cation in the country.
Jan was the only one who
didn't want anything. She had
what she wanted-a job.
Nobody got it for her. She
got it herself. She answered an
ad in the newspaper.
you're just throwing away
your two-cent stamp. Those
things are just filters. Fakes!"
Bonnie said.
Bonnie knew everything, or
thought he did.
But he was wrong. 1t was a
real job, in an advertising
agency, and Jan got it.
1t was terribly exciting at first.
Just to go to work every day,
with the other young, expectant-
looking girls on the street-car.
To sit up at a candy shop
counter at noon and have a
sandwich and a cup of coffee,
and then window shop, getting
ideas for fixing up all sorts of
things, until / o'clock.
Just to sit down in a nice,
clean office, at her very own
desk. Sharpen her nice new pen
ellis, snap a rubber band around
her shorthand book, be ready to
take dictation from pleasant old
Mr.. Murchin or brisk, young Mr..
Bean.
And then there was the pleas
ant stir that the statesmen and
artists and copywriterS created,
and the hope that some day
she'd be a copywriter-a real
part of the advertising business
herself!
To plan how to spend her
salary, her very own salary, was
exciting, too. But as it turned
out, it didn't go very far. Eve
Ign had a way Of planning on it,
too.
She put all her strength and
enthusiasm into the work. Flat
tered by the responsibility that
Mr.. Bean reposed in her, and the
nice things that old Mr.. Muir
chin said about her future, she
worked at top speed every mo-
ment, never really knew why she
felt tired and limp when the day
was over.
When she went to school It
didn't matter much whether din
ner was ready on time or not,
but now when she'd get home a
little after 6, find dishes piled
in the sink, Evelyn just waking
from a nap, or swathed in the
cream and towels of a facial, and
Dorathea and Bonnie quarreling
amid a litter Of cigarette butts
and sticky gin glasses, irritation
rose to resentment.
Why couldn't mother have din
ner ready? Why couldn't Dora
thea do something to help?
The days sped by. Sundays
were looked forward to all week,
then were over before they be-
gan. Her hair to wash. Two or
three blouses to wash and iron.
Dishes to wash. Her weekly let
ter to Lowel-and it was bed
time.
Wouldn't anything ever hap
pen? Would things go on being
put off, and put off, forever and
ever?
First, Lowell had planned to
stop off for a week on his way to
England in June. Then it was
postponed to August. They'd
counted on it so long. looked for
ward } it so hungrily.
And now he wasn't coming at
all.
(TO Be COntinued)