The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-04-14

table. Who's coming. All this fuss
for Eddie, suppose. Did he get
in?"
Eyes, he's" Mrs. Wilson broke
off, looked up despairingly at her
tall, good-looking daughter, so like
Eddie.
"Oh, well, you can tell me later.
I'm going to run up and take off
my things. I hope you got my red
crepe back from the cleaner.
Ritchie and I are going to step out
later"
BEE! You can't go up there!
Come back"
The concern in her mothers
stage whisper, her wildly Tapping
dish towel, stopped Bee short.
Whats happened? Is Pop sick?
Those kids get n wreck coming
up from L. A? Oh, Nom! What
HAPPENED!"
"Sh.h-come in the kitchen!"
With the door caref ally shut be-
hind her, she pointed upward. BE
careful! They're up there. In Ed
dies room. He-he-"
"He WHAT? Oh. Mom-what
HAPPENED?"
What happened He's married.
that's what. He's gone and got
married Thew"
MARRIED? ED?-MAR-
RIED"
Up and down jerked Mrs. Will
sons head.
Good lord, he wouldn't. He
wouldn't dare. With me working
and Shaving and paying more
board than any girl Know, and he
never paying a cent-and then get
ting married. Just because he felt
like it. After all I've gone without
all the chances I've had"
"Sh-h-he1l heart"
Il WANT him to hear! Some
body ought to tell him, and you
won't. Where is he? I'll talk to
HIM"
mo. No, Beatrice, please. Wait
for your father! Waltz"
I won't wait. I'm the one to
suffer. Oh, the nerve of him-the
nerve of him! Never thinks that
anyone else might want to get mar
ried. Just himself. Because he's
Spoilt-because you spoilt him.
You always did. Everything for
him, because he's the boy. And
look at him! Everything his own
way, and what of it? Good for
nothing, that's what he is-no &C
count"
Bee! How can you SAY such
tl~lgs!"
II don't care-theyre true!
They're true! They're true!"
Edward had been shaving in the
bathroom. He was wiping the
lather off his face as he dashed
into the bedroom to grab the shirt
he'd just taken off.
He almost knocked Marie off her
feet as he dashed by her, strug.
Cling into the shirt with one hand,
wiping lather off his face with the
other. He clattered down the
stairs, shouting as he went.
Marie stood petrified in the mid
die Of the floor.
Through the thin flooring the
sounds came, strong and clear.
First Edwards voice, then the sis
ter's, then the mothers, then all
together.
Marie Theresa, Of Hollywood
The pen pal. Don't tell me you've
brought home an air mail bride
I can't stand it! It's too funny
its too tragic-it's sickening
that's what. it is-SICKENING! p
I'm the first place, her name
isn't Maria Theresa. It's Marie,
and if you insist on the middle
name it's ThereSe. She"
Call her anything you like, it's
nothing to me-"
And she's no pen pal, or what.
ever you called her. She's a girl
wood"
Why lie about it2 AS if I did
not know"
Il said I met her in Holly.
wood! When I was in pictureS!''
I'm not deaf"
"Well-call me liar! I suppose
I never was in Hollywood. 1 sup
pose never was in pictures! I
wasn't in Antony and Cleopa.
ira even If you did see me with
your own eyeS!"
If you were the fellow with
the whiskers, that carried a
spear and"
Ito be cOntinued)
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