Evening Star Newspaper, November 19, 1925, Page 38

& . . S L) she walted in Mr. Graydon's office The Gracious Gift of God Then her words hurried: she becams | excited. \She talked fast. She got up | By d. L. _(Continued from Yesterday's Star.) syNowsis a shop gir) of the ultrs Dapene e dead. w 1 e Yonhk acchites Yoy Lehooiday sweets mrikgine (b make n car amroned by Gragdon. the Ceparti et store i e s enn: e private 3 o letter whieh n B Abdrew | Eewle Ahe Treer info . Suknown patron 51000°000 20 her bRattina, exeept that the Ci ot To be reveaied s A She'ic kene 1o the o i hid v Mesousine. 2relostor: 3 “man desm Tor an iras. e temtoer " Eekiesion. e Gravdon.” w1 Toft b Taihin of the Toasons far her mys o # 000, and he refue Bier iy ad ' Mo (14‘ indon Waited for $ 1o $10.000 and’ Joa thing' i< battle for that had and_ Bian nterest nly mones althou e tou 1 fret cxperie: with the my in| She . L or | tifends s 0o owes and meets e No ' one will be short mo: % Some evil way heart _aching. cided to return to i 0t hous~ CHAPTER V. In “The Drawing Room Onl While the Imousine moved along in the er cession of its kind of the »rhood of the little fu whose L { life in his own! field < “furs for malds itably rich_gentle men, and into the iful shopping avenue where the dreams of women find reflection in the store windov Joanna fought vallant assem her wits and her understanding She tried to plan—and couldn’t. Her brain, always in tune with evente of the moment. things that went on around he unaccustomed to the burden of anything that had to do with tomorrow. or any deeper probler than the discove for today. Onece fohn, who had loved her foi long ~ time!—I I shoulders, swung he ind. put his hand under her chin and forced it up £0 that she had to look up into his ace, and had said Will you rei narr And she had said, * What else was there to else to think abo: 3 he was. But John asked her. “What sort of a wife will you be te me. Joan And do you think T be the of husband you really want And ©was Jolin's o Mussing s up. AS to w ife she'd be, how could @ knew, deep down in she'd one to him, but she hudn't ing her t plain 1 chance she knew were the Lind th: weren't thelr husbands buying red roses to wonde ce, why men houg roses her men’s wives, but had given it up. She knew why other men’ other they d she couldn’ t nto word: t these dancing take her, and at occ parties in the Summner the kind she'd be to Jo But how in th the deuce —could she at into common sense words? So all she could say to John, that time, wus you give me a pain’ You take you get, and I'll what I get, and whoever kicks an take the gate! Which made Je two she didn't like the outcome and She kne do with $. $10.000 she w: s like a schoon vith the masts broken dov £1,000,000—lier head ached od at figuring things out. Why? Who What was the strar stuunding, unbeliovable thing behind it? She'd always mar- ed at the things people thought for the movies, and for th She'd even thought of herself as tled to a Wall Street broker with a ton 1 E and a but ler and a maid had cr 1 never h happene what she roomed, te of time. spending her money Let's honght s Well Mrs about her them home, sit down could think it over. Then she'd try to get that mind of hers d to business figure out what was to be what! d been let in for something by somebody for some rea- son or vther. aud while the gotng good =he'd g Joanna didn't like the way the chauffeur act en she rapped on s that seps them, and when he had he car and put | his head in uch the door she told him o =top at u flower shop. He cold 1 up I the air—like 1 fTe said that she p on the g : that there w speaking tube. And he added hat’s or learn, sind d seurs into high speed.” She knew what he meant and she wished she knew how to zive puison to .some people. She tilted her chin und told him she'd asked for a flower shop and not educa- tion. Roses? Nu' The lust time she'd wanted u day off from the store, to go on an automobile drive with & fellow who'd got & csr from somebody, she 1old old “Goud Morning” that it w her birthday she was having party. “Good Mornin: 1 sent her 2 bunch of roses i Ly re brance of his plans upo! i had to listen te s soft stuff for weel afterw —until she thought the roses were paid for. So she didn't like roses. Lilles? They were what she remem bered of her mother’s funeral. eraniun A long tline ago. when | she was a very little glrl, she used to go out in the morning and water the geraniums in the front yurd before she went to school! Gee! That was a long time ago! If there was any- thing she hated at that time it was geraniums, because they seemed to be such utterly ugeless things for a girl THE EVENING § witer, turn down the gas in the oven sit down. Then she told hes The girl began slowly, deliberately, with infinite detafl an account of the summons conveyed through “‘Good Morning,” and her reflections whik ing room only,” and talked with her arms as well as her ps. She was just bout 10 arvive ut the bank, in her re cital, when Mrs. Adams, who had heen to have to put water on. But listening placidly, interrupted: GATES ] |#nd stood in the middle of “the draw mother 1 lked her anium bed. Tell me, where'd you get that new { That was about the time that herfcout, Jo? IUs mink, ain't 1t? And it's | her and father used to talk ubout {real mink, too. or T've lost my ecye-| ing the druggist’s son, when bt up. They were about the Sure it’s real.” Jounna assured | . Lier. “It's the only real thing Cohen s always in trouble in those ] had in his shop—it's what he's done days. She had to kiss the druggist's | business on all season. Cost a thou son whenever they happened fo be|sand buck:. and that's what I'm com-{ together with nobody looking because [ing to. When I got to the bank he'd qnit giving her ice cream “You say you had a thousand dol- She Hailed a Taxi and Went to the Shop Where the Dainty Things in Crepe ‘Were Found she didn’t. but she didn't like him.!lars to pay for that coat, Jo?" Mrs. for °h | Adams interrupted again. Ten cents apiece would have | “In five-hundred-doliar bills! Cohen's cheaper. if she’d had enough | eves almost exploded. And I've got The fellow always r | some more in my handbag, and one of house in the mornings while she was | them’s for you; hut never mind the watering the flowers and stopped. And | —— she had to go around the corner of | the house and kiss him or he’d chary i At oaif 10 - SN T B o Mo For forine eariion wner Bl Yodvelurnedta 1 | She'd ne her mot} . So she wouldn't take | [ - roses or lilles to Mrs. Adams. but| §i geranfums. Mrs. Adams was not | M 4 ! bad sort If she didn't kick about| % 3 i | #radeforonstodoy 1 her money maybe she wouldn't get | | it. The florist’ explained that gera-| 2 niums didn’t come in bunches, but in | plants, “People don’ - them | — as cut flowers, you know,” he explain- | ed. “They take them in pots. i “Well, here’s where vou learn some- | thing you didn't know.,” Joanna in-| tormed him. ‘“Just cut me up ten| dollars’ worth of plants will you. When I want geraniums I want geraniums. | I'm a differe ase from other peo- Tunny that geranfums, and her | r, and the druggist’s son be. k ause she had a lot of money in her | . bag and wanted to do something for | [l Simmons Beds and Mrs. Adams! She'd forgotten what | Bedding in y gerantumns looked Itke. ey r But Ars. Adams hadn't. W hen‘ styles and prices | Joanna, overdue in her room rent, a: usual, stepped out of the automobil in front of the rooming house, som thing electric brought the slatternl: but motherly, landlady to the windosw, When she’d rubbed her ed her delinquent roomer she | estimated the armful of flowers. Joanna And a lim Floor Coverings helped her to cend and who took her bundle, the wrap she had put aside for the Thompson Bros. me of mink, Joanmn “You may go back now to your Hope Rd. And if he asks about me, tell | fI1A Lincoln 556 hini I'll sec him at churchgwill you?" | : The nian saluted. Mrs. Adams, | Unrestricted Parking watching, from the window. saw it. | Joanna, suddenly was upsét again. “Say, vou!" she said, her lips set. | you're just about the same as a new run in an old pair of stockings to me, | but You're running the Wrong wi We're ying good-bye no and we'll probably never say hello again, but| M Ta like remember that ou to you ! were in on the start of something to day that's going to have a big finich! added, i vantly “And it didn’t the wuy you tuin and ot inien the way xou | “California * Fig Syrup” is wers hugged close, she went to i . v o s, o Dependable Laxative for " oo ens or Sick Children of that she was so much differ- | |ent, under the latter circumstances, | ibut the gencral aspects of her seemed | different. As a matter of fact she was | £00d for four weeks of arrears for any | girl and after that, why, as many more as u girl vequired if she was in real | hard Tuck and actually trying to get | Slout of it. Jounna, herdelf, had once | | comforted a girl friend who had mor gaged her room rent for two weeks | {ahead on a dress she couldn't afford | with “Never mind, dearie! The first | weel's the hardest. After that she'll j pray for you, and I guess that won't} do you any harm, eith " H Mrs. Adams was breathless with | curiosity when Joanna faced her, in | the drab room twhich gained = its| proper designation from the ironclad | {rule which tbe landlady laid down | meticulously to each new lodger: i | “My young ladies receive their com ! pany of the other sex in the drawing | {room only!” Her young ladles cus-| tomarily referred to the big front room | downstairs with the two spindle-leg- | {ged gold chairs and the three over- tuffed things in faded red as “the | drawing room only.” Joanna, speech !less for & moment, shoved her flowers | {into the landlady’s arms. At the same | | time she noticed that the old lady had | taken off her apron. She'd never seen . Adams, except on Sund: with | Hurry Mother! A teaspoonful of It gave her somethinz | “California Fig Syrup” now will 5y 1o talk about as a starter: | gweeten the stomach and thoroughly e "{”“l"‘l_‘ ‘:““;:;m":)“‘;“ \‘I"_'L‘ ‘;\";“;"“i clean the little bowels and in a few lexpluined. “And 1 wasn't taking| BOUTs you have a well, playful child !chances. Thut's wy rule, when an: 8gain. Even if cross, feverish, bilious, | automol comes to my house off| constipated or full of cold, childrea comes 1 apron. 1 was properly | love its pleasant taste. It mever ralsed in my yvoung day | eramps or overacts. Contains no par- She allowed a tear, or two. (o €scape | cotics or soothing drugs. over the flowers, marveling at the as- Tell your druggist you want onls sembly of o many geraniums, renuine “Californt beloved memory of girlhood, | the genuine “California Fig Syru bunch. Then she was ready to be| Which has directions for babies and told about the car, and the absence | children of all ages printed on bottle. from the store, and the reason for the | Mother, you must ssy “Califormia.” gift of blossoms. Refuse any imitation. Joanna made her put the flowers in i t oyt of the bank, will 0 that whatever was cooking there | vou?” wouldn’t burn, put the broom out in ! the hull so it wouldu't worry her, and jand with pleted her stos ed she was again, 8he! back of her was silent, motlonless, her hands folded {n her lap. H Joanna went over and kissed her on | with wet, troubled eyes, looked into|spread it, and you can keep your| the top of her head, didn’t respond to that, which Joanna | something, but Joanna stopped her by | room only’ for tonight, because my It was a lot of news that | putting a hand over her mouth. John's comMg around on his_regular had been thrown at her. I'm golng upstajrs and try , want to take it' stuff,” &he sald. ~I|the whole darn room for a lot of h #aid Joanna, gathering her | know you couldn’t think of accepting | $tuff. 2 new coat on her arms and giving the|it, and it isn't coming to you, and I (Copyright. 1825, Thompsron Feature bundle that held her oll one a kick jonly owe you for two weeks—but I've | — into & corner where she could salvage | got to give something to somebody, “And if T can’t cry I'm|haven’t 17 e . — can't do that She w going out the door when 3 2 3. standing on my head | she stopped again, and turned around. Right in Line. e if 1 can figure things out that | Mrs. Adams still was looking at her,| From the Louisville Courier-Jou: u sad little | dully. She struck a pose that, she “I thought you farmers ta shake of the head which the landlady | concluded, was particularly appropri- | lect.” #ent her way. &he turned to the door, but stopped, | body leaning against one side of the |old farn “Put since we've lLe he selected the | doo hand stretched across to taking Suime boarders we've five-hundred-dollar J nd her chin turned across learned slang. with constant repetition, finite detall, Joanna com- ‘When she had finish- shed, excited, crying rubbed her lips with the and Bo much, In her ner- ‘vousness, that the scarlet waa blotchy, rs had played havoc with lher eyelashes. Bhe sank down in a ‘hair and finlshed with a pose that she Instantly recognized ns a good one, remember for future occasion—arms stretched down beside her and palms turned out with fingers spread. “Now, that's my story for you to &tick to, and what do you know about understood. and one &he' golng to laugh. either I'lIl tr dian’t notice Adams dfdn't know what to When Joanna came to the million dollars the landlady pat. her halr and tucked and opened her bag. Wrap Like the' grain of wheat, which good soil and sunlight develop into fine maturity, your children grow strong and healthy on fresh air, exercise and good food. How essential that they should have wholesome and nourishing bread AR, WASHINGTON, D. 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