The Washington times., 1936-01-18

averting her eyes. It was sp
Even Spanish Way was spoiled
When she was Ill and miserable
in the Piedmont house in the
early autumn and the first days
Of the winter, before Donald
found the work for her, she used
to think sometimes Of going back.
She had her allowance. 1t was
more than sufficient for her to
live. with a housekeeper, or q
chaperon of some sort, in the
comfortable old house.
But what was there to go back
to, with Dad gone and Gene
worse than gone? Her best friend,
Gladys Pratt. had dropped her
(poor Christie, she never knew
that it was just Gladys hurt
pride. thinking that she herself
was dropped. And the others
were only too ready to take
Gladys side and say, with her,
that Christie Cooper was all right
so long as she and old man
Cooper just lived alone, but her
head was turned when her Aunt
Nettie and her society daughters
came, and she was sent away to
a ritzy school.
Just how much Donald helped
and how much she came to de-
pend on him and his friendship
she hardly knew.
Certainly she wasn't in love
with him then. Nor did she dream
of his being in love with her. He
was Adele's friend. He and Adele
went everywhere together.
Often she'd see Adele, in some
new, lovely costume, starting out
with him for an evening Of dane
ing or theater going. Often, while
he was waiting for Adele. she'd
slip into the drawing room to
talk to him.
She never knew how m u C h
more interested and happy he
was with her. How he relaxed
into a quiet, easy naturalness
that was all to foreign to him
these days. She just knew that
he was the only person she could
really talk to, and she looked for
him with eagerness to tell him
every little problem in connec-
ton with the nursery, every lit
tie joke, everything that inter
ested her.
And Adele knew. She knew.
and suffered.
It wasn't that he neglected her.
He laughed, and she laughed,
too.
"Shh-that's ancient history. He
Is splendid, of course. So-re-
liable. And doing well, even in
these times. Though, with the
country club, and little Johns
adenoids, and Marcella still under
the baby specialists care-Donald,
why don't you do a little of that?
Everyone has baby specialists now
and it brings in good steady
revenue.
81 wish Edith and John didn't
live so far away, you could have
little Marcella to start-Donald,
don't laugh at me! Don't forget
it was who started you on your
career. Heaven only knows what
you'd have been if 1 hadn't"
Ditch digger!"
mo, but seriously, Donald! You
make fun of my suggestions, but
no one will ever care for your flu
ture as do. have worked. The
stupid people I've been nice to,
just so they'd go to you-oh, don't
deny it, Donald. IT, the Erskines
and the CaldwellS and the van
SickleS, and the Coopers that have
kept you going in that pretty suite
of offices. and you must admit
that they came out of friendship
in the beginning, though you
have done wonders, just as I
knew you would. BY the way,
hoW'S Adele? She is a sweet child,
even if her mother is a social
climbing fool"
"She's fine. She'll also be very
wealthy one day. That's the
point you wanted to make, wasn't
it, Eve? Come on, get the beau
tiful new hat on. I'm fond of
you, even if you did try to make
a fashionable physician out of
me-"
"Try! I flatter myself I sue
ceeded. Now, Denny, sweet, don't
look cross. I don't know why you
don't want fashionable practice!
You don't want to starve, do you?