The Washington times., 1937-09-07

with a cool breeze blowing through
the open windows Of the little
white shingled house. Don hac
brought her back to it when they
were married, after a whirlwino
courtship last Christmas. He hao
gone home to see his parents, ano
she had been visiting her married
sister next door. 1t was love al
first sight
Arundel's rows Of old New Eng
land houses had been under a
blanket of snow when she had first
seen it. Now it was under its
Summer blanket of green trees and
blue skies-but she still wasn't
quite used to it. Pat had never
lived in a small town before
She tied a yellow ribbon, to
match her outfit, through her
curly dark hair, and ran down
stairs to drop a small kiss on the
top of her husbands handsome
Sleekly brushed head.
NEVER DO"
His eyes ran down over the vel.
low linen outfit. A wide sailor
collar framed Pats slender neck
and round face, with its flashing
black eyes and deep dimpleS.
He seemed to approve. so far
but the approval stopped when be-
meath the neat little waist he saw
a pair of neat little shorts, ending
abruptly well above the round
brown knees.
They'll never do, Pat, my love. "
His wife flushed and went
around the table to her place OPP
posite him.
There's nothing wrong with
shorts" She rang the bell for
Della with an extra little 'zing.
Don't tell me they're not decent.
They're decenter than bathing
suit"
They're not only decent
they're darned attractive-with
your kind Of underpinnings," Don
said lightly.
But consider a moment" Don
kept his light tone and wagged
one finger. Would Mr.. and Mrs.
Harmon Tate and daughter Wini-
fred approve?"
Pat felt her face go into set
little mask. So he was bringing
them in again, was he? That
stuffed shirt and two stuffed
blouses!
LEARNING ROPES
Sweetheart" Dams tone was
conciliatory, as he saw her face
what you do is perfect with me
you know that. wouldn't want
you to try to change yourself one
bit, If my advancement didn't hap
pen to depend more than a little
on old man Tate'S personal opinion
of me-of us.
THE New York office sent me
out here to learn the ropes of small
town banking and investments
They gave me the title of vice
president, and I've got to live W
to it.
AS I've tried to explain. Pat, q
tanker and his wife simply can't
afford to be conspicuous or eccen
trio in any way-they mustn't
draw attention to themselves
st didn't know I was marrying
the Bankers Code as well as you
last Christmas, or never would
have gone through with 1t, I can
tell you that"
EXPECTS TRANSFER
Sweetheart, listen" he pleaded
IT don't like it any better than
you do, but it's my job. If only
you can hang on-I've been here
a year-New York will be shift
ing me one of these days now,
somewhere else"
eyes, to another small town,
where everything will be just the
Same!" Pat loked up with still
mutinous expression. You'll be
late, Don. Better hurry"
She watched him go down the
walk-tall, broad-shouldered, look
ing as if he'd been poured into
his suit.
He didn't look back and wave
at the gate, or blow a kiss to her
no indeed, not even after a
quarrel. That would be froWned
on by Mr.. Tate.
With a sob. Pat rushed up the
stairs, and threw herself face
down on the unmade bed
It was a little after noon, when
Pat entered the white-trimmed
pink brick colonial bank building,
in the center Of town. She was
glad Don was to be out on a farm
inspection trip all day today
Don's desk was just to the
right Of the entrance, where he
sat usually, pleasant yet serious
and talked to people about mort
cages and securities and loans
Now she avoided looking at it.
Nor did she look to the left
where in his enclosed glass Office
she knew Mr.. Harmon Tate sal
at his desk. Resolutely. she took
her place in line behind Mrs
Davis. at the teller's cage.
Pat had made UP her mind
She was drawing out the money
her parents had left her. and sht
was going away to New York anc
live on it. until she could get her
self a job.
She was young-onlv out Of col
lege a year-she wasn't hard OF
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