The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1940-01-13
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Evidence
By JANE SNOW
Associated Newspapers-WNU Service.l

on other wOmen-I, who had saved
my lips for my husband and had
lived like a nun"
Althea was going good, Don Nor
gan reflected.
bad daddy Make mudder kwy!"
Denny pulled out his chest and
stamped his small feet.
Althea reached out, drew the in
dignant little figure to her and said,
between sobs:
Darling son! He'll take care of
mother, won't he?"
"Of course, Althea," Don's voice
carried bored note, which gave
her an inward vince, "such scenes
always mean that you want some
thing. This time, suppose, it is
the new roadster, which I told you
I cannot afford You will probably
win, because I'd go bankrupt to es-
cape this sort of melodrama, though
you have found it lucrative. But
you might at least keep the baby
out of it."
In his youth Don Morgan had been
too good looking and too suscepti-
BILE. First he had succumbed to
the appeal of Myrna Lewis, he be-
ing a handsome and romantic 10
and she a mysterious, alluring 80,
who needed a satellite pending a
divorce she was seeking.
No harm had been done for,
Myrna had other plans, and after
receiving Don's attentions for sew
eral months sailed away to a titled
marriage.
Later on he became engaged to
peppery Sally Will. But many of
the other fellows had done the same
thing. That affair ended, as most
of hers did, with about her third
tantrum.
When Althea came upon the scene
Mabel Parsons had him almost
landed-her stronghold was the Sc
rious, big-sister pose. But after he
laid eyes on Althea there were no
more affairs for Don, nor for AL
thea, either.
They were happy, except that Ma
bel Parsons took her spite out by
telling Althea about Don's affairs
in an increasing ratio. Althea took
her spite by referring to these ex-
aggerations when she wanted to
manage Don.
This last scene, with three-year-
old Denny taking part, was too
much, Don told himself many times
during the five or more miles he
walked before he came back to his
own door
The next morning Don left before
Denny and Althea were awake. He
did not phone during the day and at
night turned homeward with tagging
steps, for he knew the hostilities
would not end until the roadster
question was settled. Dropping into
porch chair under the vine, he
opened his paper
'Whoo-oo-oo!" 1t was the whistle
that went with the postman's outfit
he had bought Denny the day be-
fore
''Whoo-oo-oo! Mail, daddy"
"A-a-an right, sir How many
letters today"
-Four, free, leben!" The man
held out his hand for them abstract
eddy. Gotta hurry! Big hurryl
Lolita letters, all down stweet!"
After few minutes Don glanced
at the letters. The first one was
without an envelope and began,
"Althea, My Own Angel"
A half-hour later Althea looked up
from her reading, an injured aloof-
ness in her manner, to see a hus-
band whose mien was neither pla-
eating nor contrite, but rather that
of stern judge.
"You told me last night, Althea,
between SobS, that you had saved
your lips for your husband. Yet,
before you knew me there was one
Mike Wickham who said that your
kiss was like wine to him!"
Don, are you crazy!" she cried
wildly. The stern judge went on.
There was a poet, one Leon, who
insisted that with his arms around
you and his lips on yours the sor-
rows of the world were blotted out.
He believed that you were going to
marry him. And there was Bobby
James who went into a football
game with your glove beneath his
sweater; next to his heart, and with
your kiss upon his brow. He called
it life's accolade; so his team must
have won." =
"Are you trying to lie about my
character" bluffed Althea, angrily.
He held up the mail Denny had
given him and announced sternly:
"Althea, you have tainted me
with my early foolishness for the
last time. Also, there will be no
more of the virgin mind, 'inno-
cent girl or living like a nun
stuff. So far as your past and mine
are concerned we will call it a
draw!"
"You have been spying upon mel"
She snatched at the letters.
Denny, perspiring but happy,
burst into the room, an empty mail
pouch over his shoulder.
well, mudder," he beamed, Il
was postman, and | d 'liVered all de