The Washington times., 1938-06-24

IT haven't seen Doreen Tor so
long" she said when Tom stopped
before the gates Of the big Con
way place, Maybe I'd better &c
in first by myself"
IF she asks you to lunch, don't
try to get us an invitation, too,
Toms sister said cheerfully, q
packed a lunch box and we car
eat here by the road"
Don't fall for any polo player
in there" Tom grinned.
Tom was so confident. His
sister was already so sisterly. They
both took it for granted that Myra
was going to marry Tom ano
settle down to a commonplace
life.
OF course, Tom was dear, big
and dark and handsome, too, but
if he had any imagination he
would be making millions in Wal
Street instead Of selling plumbing
fixtures on the road.
you've got looks" Doreen used
to tell Myra when they shared an
apartment in New York. Just
play your cards right and you'll
be marrying a broker with yacht
and his own airplane."
Doreen had played her own
cards well. AS Myra walk d
through Handicapped gardens, she
wondered whether Doreen'S huS
band used the big closely cropped
meadow beyond for landing field
for his private plane.
It had been five years since
Myra had received a wire from
Doreen saying she was marrying
a wealthy Winston man she'd met
on the train West. Then, appar
emily Doreen had been so over
whelmed with social life, she
hadn't had time to write.
When Tom said his trip would
take him through Winston. Myra
saw a chance to renew her friend
ship with Doreen again. At first
she almost wrote Doreen suggest
ing she could be her house guest
for a few days.
Then she reconSidered. After all
Doreen might have changed from
her old hoSpitable self. In the end,
Myra merely wired that she was
passing through Winston and
would drop in on Doreen for a call.
WANTS TO FORGET TOM
Secretly Myra hoped Doreen
would insist Myra stay for a long
visit. In this grand house, it would
be easy to get over her weakness
for Tom. When she and Doreen
shared an apartment, Doreen had
been generous about introducing
her to men.
They had been old and young,
workers and idlers, but all of them
had been sophisticated and rich.
Myra had gone out with some OF
them after Doreen left, but some
how none of them had been the
marrying kind.
It was after rich young Cross
land dropped Myra for a chorus
girl that she had met Tom. One
Of the girls at the office introduced
her-and his genial honesty at
tracted her at once.
It had touched her, too, to have
him ask her to marry him the
very first time he ever kissed her.
It had been easy to let Tom be-
lieve that they were practically
engaged-She almost believed it
herself.
Yet the nearer the cheap little
car brought them to Winston and
Doreen, the more faults Myra
seemed to see in Tom. Why did he
have to go without tie and wear
his shirt open just because they
were riding in a hot and dusty car?
Why did he have to be SO chubby
with all the garage men on the
way?
He didn't have to be so enthusi-
astic over his plumbing fixture
sales. It was plain he was COM
pletely contented with his lot and
had no intention of ever trying to
rise higher-except to sell more
plumbing fixtures, perhaps!
When he started to kiss her
this morning she had pretended
the coffee house dining room was
too public for affection. She was
afraid his kiss would melt her into
tenderness for him.
It would be so easy to love Tom
and live a humdrum life after
ward. She held on fiercely to am
bition and to common sense.
Hadn't Doreen said she could
marry a millionaire?
MAYHAP A POLO PLAYER
Who knows? Perhaps Doreen
had invited a handsome young
polo player especially to meet her.
Myra mounted the steps Of the
imposing mansion-almost sure a
great and magnificent future was
awaiting her within. She was glad
she had put on such a smart blue
travelling outfit this morning.
A dignified butler answered the
door. and Myra tried not to look
too impressed.
"IS Mrs. Conway IMP" she STAN
mered. I'm Miss Carson"
you will find Mrs. Conway in
the studio" the man informed her.
Just behind the house."
Apparently Doreen has taken up
art. It was pretty slick, Myra
thought, to have special buildings
for your whimS. Rich women