Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1937-10-20
CHAPTER XVII.
Admiration and ACKNOWLEDGMENT by

Metro Goldwyn- Mayer Corp, 1887.
The Agnew alarm clocks tinkled
musically. 1t was 7:30. Margit sat up
automatically. She smiled. She shut
off her clock. Rene was filling her
bath.
She called. Rent"
Eyes, MADAME"
I'm going to eat breakfast in bed
this morning"
1t was a wonder that the universe
did not instantly collapse. Rene, GER
tainly. was close to rout.
Margit continued to smile. Charlie
had had luncheon with Waldo and
Irene on the day before. But not din
ner. He had had dinner with her.
In q little restaurant in the FiftieS
with soft music and private booths.
Then long ride in Central Park.
She had told every one that she had
been compelled to attend a meeting
Of the Fashion Group.
He had kissed her again.
Margit was letting herself enjoy
such things. Why not? She was
doing a beautiful job of wooing away
Charlie Jones from Irene And she
was profiting personally from the task.
She was learning that it was good
deal of fun to be kissed. She had
never thought about marriage before.
. Now. she realized, there was something
in it. AS soon as she had rescued
Irene sufficiently-and as soon as she
sent Mr.. Jones packing with that bit
ter laughter she was rehearsing-She
might very well consider finding hus-
band for herself. Indeed, she was
profiting handsomely from the unsus-
pecting Charlie Jones.
She deserved the treat of breakfast
IN bed &.
When Irenes clock woke her, she
got up.
She felt cranky and bewildered
All afternoon on the preceding day,
Waldo had been storming around in
the garden, swinging his fist at things
and talking about buffalo meat and
Burma.
She shifted and muSsed her hair
She saw Rene go through the hall
with a breakfast tray. rs Margit
sick2" she called.
mo, Miss Irene"
Then why is she eating in bed?"
ct couldn't say, ma'am."
That was another thing to worry
about.
She took shower and dressed. She
went down to breakfast. Mrs. Keough
entered with half grapefruit.
Where's Keough?"
Sleeping. ma'am."
"Sleeping Why? Wake him up"
He was out until a." Mrs. Keough
murmured, and she went from the
dining room in some sort of mood.
Anxiety, or sorrow, or Indignation
Irene could not tell which.
Her eyes Travelled to the lawn. The
sprinklers should have been playing.
But they we're not. Angelo, in fact.
could not be deserted She rang for
Mrs Keough again. where's An
gelo?"
He was drunk last night, ma am"
Drunk
"Yes, ma'am. When the butler
away-you know how servants be-
have. No one to discipline them. It's
terrible, the way things have run down
here in the last few days. Now you
take Paul"
What about Paul."
''Well-last night he drove the car
without permission. The car-and
Rene-though I don't like to gossip"
He took Rene out for drive?
Why didn't somebody speak to Margit
about it?"
Il took the liberty myself. When
she came in-last night. I waited up
till near morning. Though 1 don't
like to butt in"
Irene stopped eating grapefruit
"What did Margit do? Sack her?"
ON the contrary, Miss Irene. Your
sister just smiled as soft and slick
as cream and said that she guessed
both Paul and Rene were old enough
to go for drive together if they
pleased"
''Margit said that?"
I'm quoting her. Yer beetum"
"Well!'
"That's the way 1 feel about it. toe"
said Mrs. Keough, and she left the
breakfast room dolefully.
Maybe, Irene thought, her sister was
sick. Maybe she was losing her mind,
Shed read that losing your mind often
began that way. You started out by
doing things that you would never
have dreamed of doing when you were
normal. Maybe Waldo was losing his
mind, too-swinging his fists and
mumbling about Burma. Maybe every
body in the world was going crazy
1t seemed as if they were. Keough,