The Washington times., 1937-04-17


Saving it for Marie. What do
you say, baby?"
"Oh, Edward! I'm so GLAD"
Wilson sat down again. mot
so easy to get a job now, either.
Many a man walking the streets
that"
Pass your cup, Claude. But I
do think, Eddie, that you might
at least have mentioned, to your
mother - telephone, Bee! It's
probably for you'll"
Mrs. wilson, beaming still,
turned to Marie. "She's always
been popular. Both of them. I
don't know how it was with you,
but Beatrice"
Bee came back. Its for you,
Ed"
Edward swallowed his last bite
of turnover. "Press?"
Helene" Bee said.
Edward set down his fork. He
rose slowly. They all watched
him. His father cleared his
throat, looked at Marie. His
mother leaned toward him, said in
a low voice, Does she hnow?"
Does &Ye know what?"
Mrs. Wilson moistened her lips.
Know that you're-married?"
Edward shut the door into the
hall, where the telephone was. But
they could hear his voice-and
then long silenceS while the girl
talked-and then his voice, again.
More tea, Beatrice?"
mo, thanks-well! Just lit
tie"
Eddie didn't say what kind of
a job"
he WILL"
They were all edgey-waiting.
He seems to be enjoying that
conversation, Marie thought. Not
that there was any reason why he
shouldn't.
She'd never thought she was the
only girl he ever knew. Only, it
was funny-she'd never really
thought about the other girls he
did know, either.
He came back, smiling. They
all waited expectantly. "Well,
since you insist, Nom, I'll have
that extra turnover"
you couldn't have eaten much
in Los Angeles" she said. II
never saw you with such an appe.
tite! Eddie-you didn't say
WHERE you were going to work.
He said, "Oh, it isn't so much.
mom-but it's job" He turned
to Marie. "Just job in a gas
station. I worked there once be-
fore, when I was in college. Not a
bad guy to work for. And it's a
tideover, until something better
breaks"
81 think it's wonderful"
"Silly! It's not so hot!"
II knoW-but to get it so soon!
And when you have one job. it's
heard lots of people say that!"
That's right, too. Besides, the
hours are rather broken-a lot of
night work and I'll be able to get
around and make contacts during
the day."
Might work." Mrs. Wilson gave
a long, rafting sigh. Working
till 10 o'clock-maybe 11-every
night again, and sleeping all morn.
ing. And never home at meal
times!"
Edward shrugged, then he
smiled. Maybe I'd better tell the
boss to work nights and Sundays,
and let me have the day shift"
mot SUNDAYS, too! You don't
mean you'll be working Sundays
again, tool"
And why not?" Mr.. Wilson de-
manded. when was a boy We
worked IL hours a day and none of
this Saturday afternoon and vaca-
ton nonsense. either. If you'd try
to remember that Eddie is a man
grown. Matte, with a wife to sup
port. and not raise silly obiec.
tons"
Mrs. Wilson looked at Marie. 81
was just thinking of his health
that's all. I've had him sick on my
hands before"
Now Edward was exasperated.
my Lord, WHEN? When I was
eight-and had meaSIes!"
you were 9-almost 10. 1t was
that hot August that We"
"Al right was 10, only for
Pete's sake, forget it. My health
has been all right since"
But il you start night work.
and broken hours. Look at Will
aockmeyer! Everybody knows 1t