The Washington times., 1937-12-13

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and playing around whenever
she could manage it, with the
bunch of us that had grown ur
together there in Knightsville.
Clyde was always telling the
world, in season and out, in court
and in his office; sitting in his
car at the curb or waylaying some
body on the street; anywhere he
could find an audience.
He was a lawyer with the rem
nants of what had been his
fathers practice-which he didn't
do much to increase. But then he
didn't need to, having inherited
everything else his father had,
which was plenty.
He was blond and solid and
friendly, and if he'd had his own
living to make he would probably
have been person of some i'm
portance. He had plenty Of sense,
Kate had plenty Of sense, too
and she was making her own hv'
ing, and a big share OF her fathers
and mothers to boot. She was
young and good and strong and
jolly.
CLYDE never did quite so much
talking around the others OF us.
RIGHT MOMENT
whats on your mind this
morning?" she'd say when he
would come sauntering in to the
shop. spill it, and pop off. I've
got my living to make. I'm no
economic royalist like you," ana
she'd laugh.
But he caught her at just the
right psychological minute that
summer he finally got her to
listen.
Her mother had just died; her
father wasn't well; friend
wanted to buy a share in the shop
and help run it; Kate was dog
tired, and free for the first time
in her life.
And what he offered her was a
choice between California, Florida.
New Mexico, Maine. Anywhere
she wanted to go.
"I'll buy the finest trailer on
the market" he said. "We'u be
at home wherever our wheels carry
U.S."
A trailer honeymoon was, to his
way of thinking, just about the
finest thing he could offer her.
But she shook her red head
I'm fond Of you. Clyde" she said.
I'VE are fond Of each other. But
that's no way to marry. There's
only one reason for people to
marry, and that's because they're
so crazy about each other they
can't keep from it. We certainly
aren't crazy about each other
you and l."
What married people need is
something in common" Clyde
answered. He was always saying
this. It was the cure for all the
troubles of matrimony according
to him.
"We've got a lot. And while
maybe we're not exactly crafty
in love, we've got a solid founda-
tion of respect and liking to build
q life together on. There's not
another girl on earth that I could
see as my wife. You know how
swell think you are.
Marry me and let me show you
how proud I'd be, and what good
care I'd take Of you. Marry me
tomorrow, and we'll start the next
day for the ends of the earth"
"Not without loving you." There
was the hard ring of honesty in
her voice.
TEST TRIP
"All right. then" he said,
"come along on the trip anyway
and I'll try to show you how
nice I really am. You shoe me off
so much you don't know" he said,
with a laugh. We'll take your
father along as chaperon.
"He needs the change and rest
as much as you do. And if you've
the bad taste to prefer another
kind of husband-if I can't sell
myself to you while we're gone,
there'll be no hard feeling"
It took some talking to per-
suade her into it, but off they
went few weeks later. Kate be-
side him, her father in the back
seat Of the car, and the fine big
three-room trailer behind.
In less than a month he came
back alone.
Kate couldn't stand the trail.
err" he told US. "She and her
dad dropped off in New Hamp-
shire to pay visit to some rela-
tives. Trailer life" said Clyde,
Sobered and quieter than we had
ever seen him, was too much for
her.
You have to have a little bit
Of a gypsy in you to like it, I
suppose. I thought she'd had it..
I thought" with a sigh-"we had
a lot Of things in common that
we don't seem to have"
And whether it was reprisal or
love on the rebound nobody ever
knew. but within three months
he carried Media Lambert off ex-
actly the same way. except that
this time it was an aunt who
was the chaperon.
She was a pretty, pale. lonely
looking little thing, as eager to
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