The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1941-05-24

was in the habit of taking his
wife's. He proba bly,, Eileen
thought. felt as if something was
missing with his hand unoccu-
pied.
"You MUST come hear them.
What about nova" n 5:1. .s.ut
!"Oh,5 not now" Molly inter-
rupted, Something | have to
work out with her, if she wants to
get this afternoons songs right"
Eileen, who wanted to get back
to their place and be quiet, looked
at Molly gratefully. They walked
down the little path that led to
the girls cottage and on past it,
to the Weigands'. Mr.. Weigand,
with a start. let go Eileen's hand
and trotted absently on to his
own place.
Molly yawned. "Just one thing
after another. Lunch in half hour.
Program. Switchboard. Bolt out
to see Nom. Bolt back. / haven't
had time to fix up my dresser,
even, or the table. Mind if l put
some things on it? It's as much
yours as mine"
Eileen shook her head. Molly
dived into a suitcase.
Il dumped a lot of things in
here when My Lady felt we had
to part" she said. Il like to have
Ris where | can look at him"
She Strengthened herself, a cou-
pie of framed photographs in
either hand. and came to the
table which ran along the wall,
and gave the place its look of
living room. She smoothed the
Observation-Disclosures crash. runner
and set out her photographs.
Doesn't your boy friend hate
your being out here so far?" she
said casually. ~
"You mean Jordan Estill? He's
an old friend. He isn't my boy
friend in the way you mean"
Honest? Well. better put his
picture up, anyway"
"Why?" Eileen came over to
stare at the man Molly was set
ting in the place of honor at one
end. She was obviously leaving
the other for Eileen's possessions.
1t was young dark face, hand
some, plainly foreign. "Who is
this? He's awfully good-looking."
Aristides By Name
ISN'T HE? The swellet kid.
He's Greek. Aristides Papou-
los. What a name, Ell? His broth
er's Nicholas. which isn't so bad.
Ris and Nick. Nick's married. and
has a little delicatessen that isn't
goina so bad. Ris works with him,
but he's plannin' to open a little
florist shop-you know one of
those holes in a wall. He and Nick
are going TO take a shop together,
next fall; each take half. have a
partition put up. That's Nick's
idea--and mine. Ris is a, sweet
heart, but be takes pushin'.
Dreamy, likes poetry. that sort"
Molly's face was flushing as she
talked eagerly on
and is he the one?"
Molly said "Well sort CT.
We can't pet married till things
are better for him. Right now I'm
maxim more than he is. or rather
the job I'm pickin' up again when
| go back to New York pays more.
And he's the kind that doesn't
want 20 live on his wife. He said
he's awful bright - he said,
Molly, you know how | am. If l
marry a girl who earns. I don't
earn. dream. ] slide along. may
be | sit down on her. She hates
me, maybe"
What did you say?"
Z" Molly's red cheeks were
redder-'1 told him | couldn't
hate him No matter what. But |
guess he's right And as | don't
intend to stop workin' the florist
shop is OK. with me. He's near
ly got enough saved, He can bor-
row some. BY next spring. maybe.
even earlier"
She stood back and looked at
Rls again. Bossy red-haired Mol
ly would be just the wife for him,
Eileen thought. She had probably
done most of the counting.
And that took her back to the
memory of the night she had met
Martin. Miss Willesdon. Her i'm
pasSioned: Women have a right
10 tell men, honestly, if they love
them. Men have tight TO
let women support them il IL
chances that way"
Molly didn't believe in that. At
least, not the second clause. She
came back from her daydream.
Molly had spoken sharply to her.
a second time,
Haven't YOU any photographers
"Why-why, yes. A lot" Eileen
spoke confusedly, Il simply
hadn't bothered. I've been SO
busy. Does il natter"
Molly turned and faced Eileen.
full.
Yes. II does matter. II Jordan
Estill isn't your sweetie, put his
picture up anyway. and let the
bunch think so. Go a little coy
or something about it. Or some
body else. depends on what sort
Of face YOU like. ! advise IT,"
Molly's Irish voice was serious
II was emphatic.
Eileen said. "Look here. what
is this about? You want me tc
look popular?"
"JuSt an old meanie. darling
taking the joy out Of Life. Eileen
the dope on this situation ou'
here, is that the girls do THE
radio stuff. I rnean-for just one
thing The ar, they live for. That,
Martha Weigand's story, and she
sticks 20 il"
Well then. sorry 70 be dumb
bat why the Photographs"
Because then Martha won'i
worry sn mach IL Snr7pho3v trie.