The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-04-02


operator, is a beauty.
And so Marie found her hope
her dream, her future, in the let
tiers from a pen pail from North
ern California. She loved him
He loved her. They'd marry some
day.
Some day of course she'd have
to meet him.
Some day he'd know that she
wasn't lust the Marie Therese OF
her carefully written letters. Some
day he'd know that Dover Street
was-well, Dover Street. And that
"my mother who used to be in
pictures" is now Julie, Of jules
Beauty Shoppe.
But by that time he'd love her
20 much, the tie would De SO
strong, that it wouldn't matter.
They'd laugh over it, and they'd
love each other all the more for
It, and grow old together.
do you remember. wasn't 1t
f1nny?. Writing all those years?
:. OF course I never thought that
you really thought. ="
It would be wonderful meeting
Edward some day.
Some day. maybe next fall, or
next spring.
She would have been sick with
apprehension and terror had she
known that he was already in
town. At that moment thumbing
through the telephone book for her
number.
Marie Alexander's usually neat
little room was a mess. Bureau
drawers were open, tissue paper
on the floor, dresses, hats and odds
and ends Of ribbons. collars, arti-
ficial flowers and silk hose draped
the bed.
Marie herself was distraught and
fearful. Her small, dark head
bristled with tin curriers'. Her face
glistened with cold cream. With
shaking fingers she felt the wet.
close waves of her hair above the
row Of curriers'.
It'll never dry!" she said de,
Spondently.
Not unless you stick it under a
drier and stay there for Is min
utes!" her mother returned briskly.
But I haven't time! How can
I take Is minutes now? When I
can't find anything to wear-and
I have to be at the Biltmore at s.!
I'll never make it. I can't do it
and I can't go with my hair all
welt"
Julie picked up a faded blue
cotton kimono. and held it out.
"Now you go right downstairs and
get under that drier and stay there
till I tell you to come out. You
have plenty of time. Besides. it's
a good idea to keep him waiting.
They like it."
"No! I can't be late. I prom.
4sed. and I've got to be there!"
Gall right. you'll be there.
Charlie will drive you. Now, for
heavens sake, go and get DRY"
Charlie Bronson drove the car
into the garage in the rear of Ohe
lot. numbered up the back stairs
with his purchases, which he de-
posted with an asthmatic whistle
on the kitchen table.
there's your stuff" he said,
counting over the paper bags with
a stubby finger. Oranges, cauli-
flower, avocados, lemon pie m
pork chops"
Wait" Julie said. where are
you going?"
Nowhere. Just going to read
the paper and smoke my pipe.
Why? Did I forget something?"
Julie eyed his middleaged hulk
with diffidence He was always so
good-natured, and she hated to ask
him to do things for Marie. Marie
was her child, and her problem.
Honey, I hate to ask you, but
you've got to drive Marie over to
the Biltmore. She's got this date,
and she's all to pieces over it, so
I told her I'd"
you told her you'd tell Charlie
to drive her over, eh?"
"Well-what else could I do?
Honestly. she's just about crazy
She's in there drying her hair
now, though it was only washed
Saturday, and told her it didn't
need it. My Lord, you'd think
she was getting ready for a screen
test. If De Mile was going to put
on Romeo and Juliet with her in
the lead she couldn't be more
20. K" Charlie said. His broad
flat face was creased with silent
laughter. He jerked with thumb
In the direction of the beauty
saoppe." But what's the cause
Of all the excitement? The Per
Pal arrive in town."
oh, CHARLIE! How did you
guess it! You always guess every
thing!'
CHAPTER III
Maybe I'm clairvoyant." Agar
his big sallow face crinkled init
silent laughter. You'd better lool
out for me. read your thoughts
But you wouldn't have to be yer!