Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1938-11-11
Women In Love" mw1u~

three slugs of gin, and make it snap
py!"
"Listen, Renita," said Miss She'll
fish, you'll lose your job if you go
on as you're doing now. I've protect
ed you till I'm sick and tired of fib-
bing for you, and saying you're in
the stock-room, or cloak-room, or out
on an errand for the department when
you're in your bed at home, or God
knows where!"
'Iove isn't worth it," said honest
Cora with two tears standing in her
china blue eyes. eff Pm to be double
crossed, I'll be double-crossed sober
and in my right senses. No manll
ruin my life"
! "Attagirl!" exclaimed Brenda we'll
/ pleased. She herself had invited the
Art Director more than once to dinner
in her apartment, in default of Paul
Bradley, over a year ago. But he had
soon turned to the more pleasing Cora.
He had never fallen for Brenda Selz.
She was having her inning now.
She turned back to Renita.
"Gertie and Cora are darned well
right. You made an awful blunder
getting tight at the ball, and dancing
that wild carioca with that Cuban
salesman. Paul Bradley was standing
by me at the time and really tho't
he'd put stop to it."
A dangerous light came into Re-
nita's blurred eyes. 1t was Brenda
who had found her partnerless, look
ing for Gordon Gavin, who had cut
two dances in succession with her.
Brenda who had depicted the love
scene on the balcony in colors that
missed nothing in the painting. Bren
da who had urged her to go back to
the ballroom and prove to everybody
she didn't care!
"See here, Brenda" said Renita
loudly, truculently, "don't kid me that
you wouldn't give that gold back-tooth
of yours to dance the carioca with
Paul Bradley, either in public or in
private, if only he'd give you tun1-
BILE! But he never will"
Ann spent a quiet Christmas day
at home.
Her sister, Claire, was, as usual,
over at Carol Ditmar's apartment
on Park Avenue, playing the eternal
contract, with Captain de Freyn and
her friends.
Bernice was waiting for the often
uncertain Freddy to call her up, for
she had a tentative appointment with
him.
Dad had gone to his club, the one
that he half-humorously, half-rue-
fully referred to as: "the last of the
Mohicans."
For with the change in his fortune,
he had resigned from all his clubs,
save this, whose yearly subscription
was comparatively modest.
Ann encouraged him to go there.
"It's dull for you sticking around
house full of women-folk, darling.
Our gay old boy will lose his pep!"
Ann was his standby and his COM
fort, these hard days that were still
uncomfortably new to him. While
Lolly, her mother, complained and
whined, Ann it was who continuously
helped him make the adjustment. He
adored Ann.
1t was his youngest daughter, too,
who smoothed him down when he was
dreadfully upset and annoyed over
newspaper item in connection with
Bernice. ell had not realized the ma
ture of her duties at "The Laughing
Pig" until it had been unfortunately
drawn to his attention by fellow
member at the club.
Under the heading of: Society In
vades the Saloons" a columnist had
penned paragraph with a sting in
its tail.
Between the witching hours of
6 to P. M. Circe and the swine make
whoopee-and how! at the rendezvous
aptly known as The Laughing Pig,
in the Park Avenue sector. The pre-
siding goddess (Circe, reigns with the
face of madonna and the blue blood
of a Delafield over the farmyard cir
cle."
Darling, it's frightfully exaggerat
ed!' Ann had sought to soothe Della
field pere.
"And I'm only there from five to
seven-he's got the hours wrong"
complained Bernice-as though that
was important. She added, more in
formatively: "And no one ever gets
tight there, Daddy"
Which was l1ntT71e