The Washington times., 1936-12-03

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A year ago Dorathea would have
thrown everything down in dis
gust, cried that it wasn't worth it..
Now she didn't even fuss.
It was strange that Caroline, who
had been the distant dissenter as
long as she was Peters wife, was
now a loyal friend. Nearly every
day she drove over in the little car
that she'd bought after she sold the
big one, and entered into the long
conferences with Evelyn and Dora
thea, over clothes.
She had dramatic ideas, and
trunks full of odds and ends OF fur
and lace and now that Ards,
freshman at California, had
adopted a sort of uniform OF
sweaters and skirts and shifted at
her mothers attempts to dress her
up, Caroline found an outlet for
pent-up energy in helping outtlt
Dorathea for the trip.
It was her idea to dress her COM
pletely in monotoneS. Blacks,
whites, and the dull gray-blues and
putty colors that dramatized her
violet eyes and the cameolike per-
lection of her face and figure.
Evelyn sewed and slaved and was
happy. At last Dorathea was get
ting a trousSeau, the trousseau
she'd never had. There was a black
tailored suit with black and white
plaid topcoat, and collar OF real
silver fox that in it's earlier days
had been part of an evening cape.
There was a black crepe afternoon
dress, made out of a thousand
pieces. There was black chiffon
and lace formal that began life as
three separate gowns. There were
pastel crepe and linen dresses for
hot weather, and a cobWeb sheer
dance frock that was so fragile
they wondered if it would even
stand the trip!
But everything looked expensive
and exciting, and as Evelyn Sald,
whats the difference If they 90
fall to pieces directly you get there?
Francesca can buy you new ones!"
And so the eventful day came
at last, and David found some
one who knew someone who knew
the captain, and when sailing
time came and Dorathea in her
smart looking suit, and an i'm.
pressive corSage of orchids, waved
to them as the boat slipped out
of the pier, each was proud OF
her for a different reason.
To Caroline she was the perfect
model for the clothes sh4 had de-
signed, to Jan she was a brave,
good sport, and to Evelyn she was
the beautiful bride, sailing to
meet the unknown but thoroughly
desirable bridegroom that Fran
cesca would find for her.
You couldn't see her shining
eyes, her bright color, and think
too much of the tears of parting.
She might not know it, but she'd
weathered her sorrows. She was
starting out anew, going on to
the seven seas of romance, the
nights of starlit mystery, and
certain promise of love ahead.
There! I feel better than I
have for months!" Evelyn said,
as she walked lightly, laughingly,
away from the dock, her pretty
hand resting lightly on Dav1d'S
arm.
Jan fought down the sadness
that rose slowly over her, coming
up to engulf her like a slow
sinister tide. She thought of her
parting on just such a day a year
ago, and of saying good-by to
someone else.
She said, ''I wonder if we'll ever
see her again."
Evelyn turned sharply. "Of
course we will She'll be coming
back, or we'll be going out to
visit her. But not for a long
while, I suppose. but why do
you say that, Jan?"
II don't know. 1t just seems
that way. People sail away and
the band plays and we wave
good-by. It's just hard to think
OF CQeIu COHlluS DdCk SOIncIIOW-
Jan wrote to Lowell:
Dorathea sailed yesterday. 1t
made me remember the day you
sailed. I hid behind some pack
ing boxes and cried. I never told
you that. I'm not really very
brave. I just pretend to be-"
Lowell write:
"You should have taken your
opportunity, and gone to the
islands. It would have been
real chance for you. Jan. Why
did you give it up to Dorathea?
She's had all the opportunities,
you never had any"
Jan smiled when she got that
letter. She wrote:
"You want me to have every