The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-07-01

driver. All work and no play raises
the devil with a person. You will
have lunch with me, won't your"
Eyes, Mr.. Matthews, if you will
tell me about your book"
Must we talk shop? All right,
then"
He had Alonzo set up a table
for two on the balcony.
It was an appetiZing luncheon.
Freddy Matthews believed in liv-
ing we'll, Margery could see. AS
they ate he talked about his novel,
but with reluctance. Margery had
to keep urging him.
THAT is really splendid" she
finally exclaimed. Have you
plotted the five remaining chap
ters?"
"Oh, roughly. You see"
He went into more details. De-
spite Margery's ugly disguise, she
couldn't hide her genuine inter-
est and even her tinted plain glass
spectacles couldn't dim the light
of interest in her handsome blue
eyes.
And So" he finished, "sylvia
finds that she prefers to marry
Charles, after all, rather than
struggle for a career"
IT am sure the novel will be a
success, Mr.. Matthews" Margery
declared, hoping to make his in
terest grow to a point where me
would begin to work rapidly
1T ought to be. That old plot
is always successful"
why, imagine it-three o'clock
already. We must get to work, ,"
Margery exclaimed.
Don't be such a clock-watcher.
Besides, I couldn't possibly work
on a full stomach"
Margery looked at him. 1t
seemed hopeless. She decided to
put on little "act" and crossed
to the window where she dabbed
her handkerchief at her eyes and
pretended to be in tears.
Here, what's the matter, Miss
Morrison?" Freddy cried, as he
came into the study and saw her.
I'm sorry" Margery said, brok-
emily, II didn't mean to be so silly,
but you see, I needed this job so
much"
But what's wrong? You have
this job, and I'm quite satisfied"
But what shall I tell Miss
Belden?"
"Abbey9 Why tell her any
thing?"
"she told me to report progress
tonight and when I tell her that
we did only four pages all day,
she will fire mel"
"Oh, for heavens sake!
Women! Women slave-drivers!
All right. we'll work. Get your
hat"
my hat?"
eyes, your hat, and your pocket
books and pencils"
But my my hat?"
1T can't work in a stuffy house,
especially after lunch. We are
going to drive out to the park. I
can dictate there"
Can you, really? Very we'll
as long as we get some work
done"
Freddy ordered his little sport
car around and drove out to
Golden Gate Park. There, parked
on a slightly ridge, he tried to
dictate. But he did it with irri-
tating slowneSS. He made long
stops to light cigarettes, or to talk
about some craft in the bay, or
make comical comments concern
ing people driving past.
Let me see, what neXt-m-m-m
ought to put some hint of Char
les danger of getting into this
widows clutches about here. Let's
see" He scoWled out at the
beautiful marine landscape for a
while, then lighted another cigar
cite.
Didn't I tell you? This is bet.
ter than working in a Stuffy house,
Miss Morrison"
Yes, only we haven't done a
dozen paragraphs in all, out here"
"As many as that? Good
enough. No sense in breaking ones
health down with overwork. Well
call it day."
"Oh, please, Mr.. Matthews, it is
SO interesting. just finish out this
chapter
Nothing doing, young lady.
You look tired. My fault, didn't
mean to make such a slavey of
you. Well drive about the park
for a while, then I'll take you
home
But I promised Miss BeIden 20
report tonight on our progress"
Forget Abbey for once. Report
to her in the morning."
Ito Be Continued)
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