Evening star., 1939-01-22


Good reason, too. They we're backing big
moving van up to the front walk and carrying
in his household goods. The man who had
sneaked the only house in Morningside Court
with a real fireplace Snatched it right out from
under Holly on the flimsy excuse that he had
paid a ten dollar deposit
Here she was, forced to occupy house with
silly, mock gas logs which she hated, just be-
cause chivalry was dead on the part of MIR.
Harrison Stone, who seemed to be well-fixed,
if low in character.
There was baby grand. A handsome living
room suite. Refectory table and chairs. Next
came giant refrigerator. Then radio. Another
refrigerator, different make. Then larger
radio. Could that possibly be table model
radio they we're bringing in now? Holly rubbed
her eyes. Either the man was crazy, in the
furniture business :. or an auctiOneer
Before she stopped counting, there were six
radios and four iceboxes. Then she went to the
bathroom and took her temperature. But it
was normal.
She hurried back to her post at the living
room window just in time to see huge
Negress step from car with a big yellow cat
in her arms. A horribly ugly bob-taied cat,
with belligerent whiskers. She didn't need to
take her temperature for that MIR. Stone was
just the kind of man to select a cat for pet.
Holly hated them. She hoped this tigerish-
looking specimen would remain in his own
yard.
He didn't. Wien she went out for the milk
the following morning. Ginger was sleeping on
her front porch From that day forth he made
himself at home - on the roof, under the house,
or streaking up the fruit trees in the backyard.
Ginger seemed little ashamed of being cat.
Knowing that a man ought to have a dog, he
behaved as much like dog as possible. He
followed his master around the house. ran to
meet him when he came home from work, and
played watchdog by arching his back and
splitting at strangers. He even retrieved an old
ball at game which the two of them played.
Holly found herself almost liking Ginger.
But Mr.. so-called Stone was all wrong He
looked the perfect gentleman. A man who
might grow with acquaintance. Actually he
grew more odious with every chance encoun-
ter. She would avoid him religiously.
1t wasn't her fault that they both ran out to
fetch the Sunday paper simultaneously one
morning. He grabbed it and said, with poison
Gus sweetness, MY Times, believe" She had
to spread it out and show him the heading
DAILY Chronicle" before he would release his
deadly grip on her wrists. The blood rushed to
her head at this physical contact with the
beast. The strangest feeling in all of her ex-
perence, sort of smothery. choking sensation
Then she knew it for what it was. Asthma! She
was positively so allergic to Harrison Stone.
She ran to the mirror Immediately, and noted
that her hair was tumbled about her face in a
becoming halo Also the blue-satin lounging
pajamas made her skinlook like apple blossoms.
Apeculiar satisfaction derived from these facts.
The next evening Mr.. Stone called on bust
ness Would Holly be willing to rent half of her
double garage? He noted that she had only one
car, while he had three. The third had arrived
after he had rented the place, unfortunately.
He hadn't expected to get another car so soon.
you took my house." Holly admitted.
But intend to keep my garage might get
another car myself . some day"
Sorry. was looking for storage space, as
much as anything" he explained. I'm getting
such an accumulation of radios. See you later.
think Rachel has dinner ready"
Rachel had. Holly was aware of the Heavenly
odors of candied sweet potatoes, Sally Lunn
and Dreaded pork chops. which had eddied into
an air pocket under her own caves. With