The Washington times., 1937-03-06

click-click of her husbands rid
ing-boots was too much IN their
life.
A Christmas day spent in the
company of her elderly relatives
by-mariage in Philadelphia did
nothing to lessen her feelings OF
things going paSt-and herSe1
missing most Of them.
She and Eustace seemed rather
more hard up than usual; and 1t
became clear that they must go to
Santa Fe, where at least they were
invited and would have no eX-
penses. or stay in New York. She
much preferred staying in New
York, where there were so many
things happening which at least
might turn out to aSsuage bore
dom. But Eustace began to grow
lyrical about riding over the des-
ert. She'd done that before with
him, on a previous visit to the
Collishawn ranch, and she con-
sidered the desert much too large
and sort of blowy, besides being
very bad for her complexion.
They were still debating the
matter in the week before Christ
mas, a week punctuated by the ar
rival Of much foreign mail, and
with Denise's curiously noncom-
initial letters about scenery. Sturd-
lily Felicia told herself: Denise IS
all right. She's just not very self
expressive"
CHAPTER XIII
Denise was all right. Felicia too
was all right, but oh, how dull.
She told Eustace cheerfully on
New Years Eve, What I needs a
small filtration" and accepted in
an entirely respectable manner the
attentions of a young man whom
she met at a party that evening.
Her hostess said: "He's a most
modern kind of writer, and isn't
he divine-looking?" He was at
least divine-looking, in the Argen-
tine fashion of blue-black hair and
liquid eyes.
He had tea with Felicia four
times in a week, and took her dane
ing one evening when Eustace had
a club dinner. At the end Of the
week he said tenderly: IT have
composed a prose poem for you,
lovely woman"
It arrived, with her breakfast
tray, and a mail consisting other
wise of bills. 1t said:
To My Beloved:
Red-gold tresses twined
around intellect once upon a
time it had seemed different
and impossible way down to
the end of when it seemed
plausible that what is one to
do when one can't but just try
if in the course of humanity
let us remember there are
limitations and allowances
have to be elaborated because
and because of red-gold prom
ises winding winding promise
remember human promise red
gold.
Felicia thought, tearing it up:
I shall die of boredom. There's
no help for it," She heard Eu-
stice's boots clumping up the hall,
heard his knock. and said with vio-
lence:
Darling, you go to Santa Fe
and ride and ride. I'll stay here
and take a course in acrobatic
dancing for my figure"
Your figures perfect as it is, "
Eustace said cheerfully. "The park
was pretty nice with the new
snow. Don't you really want to
come West?"
She said: mo, no, no."
On the eve Of his departure,
she went once more to Philadel-
phia with him, to a dinner in cele-
bration OF his grandfather's nine
tieth birthday. Between courses
the old man said to her with no
preamble: Felicia, why don't you
have children? You could be
painted with them. I'd pay for it.
That hair of yours used not to be
fashionable when I was a young
man, but it always looked well in
portraits"
(TO be cOntinued)
(CopyrIRht by Ursula Parrot4