The Washington times., 1936-02-08

buzzed around her head like mos
quitoes, irritating. aggravating,
sometimes Stinging her to fury
Of pain and fear, she was happy.
The baby laughed and cooed in
her arms. Donald came home to
her, as if to heaven. He kissed her
with love and tenderness. Praised
the pie. Told her she was a won
derful manager.
CHAPTER XVIII
Late zinnias grew in varicolored
Splendor on the south side of the
garden. Christie's marigolds were
FURNISHED gold, when the neigh
bors' were all through blooming.
From the warm earth came the
dry, spicy fragrance Of bloSsoming
shrubs, and fallen leaves, and sun.
Indian summer, Dad used to call
it, back home in Spanish Pass.
Best time of the year. he always
said. Made man feel young!
Il didn't make her feel young,
particularly, but it did make her
feel safe and warm and content.
She worried-but there was al
ways something to take her mind
off the worries. The baby'S CUR
Cling laughter, a. pudding to make,
buds on the chrysanthemums, and
Donald's increasing excitement In
his work..
At first 1t depressed her when
he tried to tell her about it. Can
Ger is such a dread word, And
the chances Of success, he said,
were so slim.
OF course, that was what made
it all so fascinating to Donald
and Whiteley, but she couldn't
help wishing that they'd chosen
something simpler and safer to
work on. and something with
which they'd be more likely to
succeed.
How could they have the pa
tience to go on day after day,
month after month, year after
year-perhapS all their lives, and
be content with just a little more,
and never coming to any sensa-
tional discovery at all?
But now it seemed that they
were having a little success. Just
a little, Donald said. But it was
enough to bring him home bright
eyed and exultant, and for dozens
Of old friends to. hear about it,
and to telephone. or drop in at
the lab, or at the house to hear
the latest.
Tiresome for her. ''What is a
hormone, anyway?" she asked,
yawning over a sock she was
darning. after listening to a one
sided ephone conversation
Donald was having with Whiteley.
Something I'd just as soon you
didn't know about, and above all
speak about" he said seriously.
"ThiS experiment Of ours mustn't
get out. You understand that,
don't you, honey? That no one
must know about it?"
She couldn't help laughing out
loud. Heavens, I don't talk about
1t! It's you who do the talking!"
"But only to medical men who
understand the situation! Oh, Il
know you're no back-fence gossip,
Christie, but just be careful, for
while we have reason to be a bit
optimistic right now, we aren't
ready for the news to breah, If it
got out now, wouldn't be a scien-
tist, I'd just be a quack. So be
careful, won't you?"
'tI'u be. careful" she promised,
but Hamused her. How could she
talk about it when she didn't
know what in the world it was all
about?
So she rested his tired head on
her shoulder when he would let
her, and patted him and soothed
him and tried to listen while he
talked on about the good fight he
was helping to wage against
death, in one Of its most awful
forms.
"Whiteley has spent his life on
IT, and I may spend mine. Far
better men than are working on
the same problem all over the
country. But some day somebody
IS going to stumble on the answer
and it just might be mel"
Yes, Donny-yeS-" she'd mur.
mur, as she might have mur-
INJURED to the baby.
And she'd think:
Ito be Continued,