The Washington times., 1937-12-18

room that belonged to Dicks
rowdy young brothers-and stared
into an uncertain mirror.
i've got to make Dicks family
like me-" she whispered to her
dewy, exquisite reflection. no mat
ter how dull and colorless they
are. Why, Mrs. Foster looks like
a dishrag
How will I ever get used to a
family like this? Why does Dick
adore them all so? It's a wonder
he isn't ashamed of parents who
murder the Kings English, who
never read a book, who
Wilmas thoughts wandered. 1t
was more pleasant to think OF
Richards success, his striking
good looks, his love for her, than
to dwell on people who-to Will
mas mind-knew nothing OF the
finer things of life.
A weekend in this bleak, cheef-
less house was going to be enough
to-well, it would be ghastly !!
But she must make Mr.. and Mrs.
Foster and those unspeakaole
brothers of Dicks like her. Thank
heaven, Sunday was only two days
off!
"I want you to love them,
angel" Dick had said in New
York. We'll drive upstate Thurs
day and surprise them.
Dad and mother will be tickled
to death And wait TILL the
boys see you They'll be crazy
about you, sweet. They're
grand"
Wilma's shoulders shrugged.
She smiled at her coral smooth
fingernails. She looked at her
reflection in the mirror
PRACTICAL IDEA
Something told Wilma that the
thing to do, considering the fact
that Richards mother was down
stairs washing the dishes-atter a
breakfast of such proportions that
II had revolteG Wilma-was to
slip out of the sheer housecoat
she was wearing and change to
something more practical. But
what on earth would that be?
She thought, a little amused,
that perhaps noW-two h o ur S
after rising-she might find the
single bathroom unoccupled and
water sufficiently hot for tub.
From her bag she selected the
simplest satin underwear she
could find, and hurried through
the uncarpeted hall.
It was almost 10 o'clock when
she Joined Dick and his mother
downstairs. You haven't even
missed me-" she teased. from the
kitchen doorway.
Wilma looked simple and lovely
in a soft knitted dress. Don't tell
me that is a dish towel you have
in your hand. Dick Foster.
couldn't bear it,"
Dicks grin warmed and vel
coined her. And can use dish
towel. can't I, Nom? Us Fosters
can do anything. Right, Mom?"
1--WE can do some things" his
mother replied quietly. Nov you
two go outside and look around.
Show Wilma the asters. Richard.
They're still nice, spite OF 1rost
three times last week.
Wilma's face frightened. IT
would be positively rude to men
ton helping in the kitchen now.
So Wilma led the way outooors'
She scarcely heard Dicks protest.
She was too happy to be alone
once more with Dick!
II was actually fun to tramp
three times over country roads, to
shop in the village stores, to re-
turn-after screamingly funny
afternoon at the towns only
movie-to the Fosters Slx-room
cottage.
at looks like a picture post
card!" she laughed, as she and
Dick entered the yard. I'm the
twilight, it's positively qualnt I.
But somehow you-I mean, IL
isn't possible tina you ever
lived"
They saw Mr.. Foster then. Saw
the door open and his frail shouF
ders shaking in the doorway -
They heard him call.
SERIOUS MISHAP
"It's your mother" he screamed.
"Hurry! Jump in the car, son, and
bring Doc Squarl. l can't leave
mother; she fell and it looks like
a conclusion. Hurry, SOM"
Dick Foster bounded into the
house. He leaned above his
mother, spoke softly e.
'Lie, STILL honey. It's only
flesh wound" He was examining
her scalp, behind the ear. Her
mans doing the right thing, keep
ing cold congresses on. 1t will
stop bleeding soon" He turned to
Wilma.
"You 60 for the doctor, will you?
It's only few miles. Take Bill
with you: he knows the way. I've
got to stay here. 1t may be-
voice lowered-"worse than I let
on"
He started for the kitchen, for
fresh cloths and water. But Wilma
caught up with him. Dick"
Her lovely face was cold; with
drawn. Helpless. too. Dick you
know can't drive an old car like