Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-09

life. There's strength and cour-
age in you that only struggle
can bring out. They ought not
to be lost"
You mean that there will be
wars for me to fight before
peace satisfies me? That's what
you mean, isn't it? But we seem
to be wandering from the point.
Who are these people who are
living in our cottage? They'll
be terribly close, under our noses.
1t would be rather dreadful if
they were the wrong people"
THE bamboo has grown quite
tall. They won't bother us. If
you don't like them-well, you
needn't see them, I think"
But you like them, don't you?
You haven't told me who they
are"
Their name is Patrick. David
and Lorna Patrick"
Young married people ?"
He waited a breath again be-
fore he answered. Then he said,
bluntly, "a mother=affd her son"
The sea crept in and spread its
silver robe far up the sand-or
was it the ripping skin of some
enemy that it laid there, trium-
| phantly? The sea was very old.
1t remembered everything 1t
came in again, folded the robe
and snatched it way. making lit
tie kissing sounds. The sandpip-
ers followed the tide, discovered
the two silent figures there,
twinkled away again with their
pointed tails jerking excitedly.
THEN Rosemary said, You
! didn't mention these Patricks
in your letter, Sergeant"
My dear girl he said, in
some evaporation, you know
your mother. She's been marry
ing me off to every widow in
sight for years. hang heavily
-on-her heart for some reason.
She'd like the chance to cherish
some sort of grievance against
me, and so far I've been most
accommodating. She hates the
ascetic, innocuous creature that
l am. I'm a sort of hairshirt on
her lovely shoulders"
shes a widow then this
Mrs. Patrick"
Yes, she's a widow. What is
this, Rosetta third degree or
something? After all, I do own
that cottage, you know have
a right to get something out of
the investment. l built it for
your mother because she hated
the big place and then she de-
cided very promptly that she
hated the little one. I've kept it
because 1 thought that some day
you might want It,"
Il know. You thought that
some day I'd marry somebody
and stick around. You've had
your eye on Jeff ever since you
hired him to run your job for
you-and Jeff doesn't even see
me except as some one who
knows how to sail a boat. It's
heart-breaking, isn't it? Now
let's go home. Do you still want
me to drive ahead?"
It's better that way. Then
if you have trouble / won't run
off and leave you"
We'll, II you nave trouble I'll
run off and leave you very
promptly. refuse to hang
around and listen"
She drove very fast along the
narrow road, but somehow her
eagerness to see again the big
stucco house by the Bay was
dashed.
I'm spelling my home-com-
ing" she said, "conjuring up
misery out of nothing. I should
be ashamed. But do hope this
Patrick boy doesn't turn out to 1
be a merry little pest. A boy
can be such nuisance around
boats and things and Jeff
would be wild"
She would be glad to see Jeff
again He was sober and aceus-
toned and dear. She never
thought Of Jeff as being young.
and yet he must be not more
than thirty anyway.
But as for being in love with
Jeff well. the Sergeant was a
romantic old IDIOT
American Weekly. Inc Great Britain Il