Evening Star Newspaper, August 4, 1927, Page 33

Just Like a Woman. WEN was “up_on her ear again,” as Doug Gordon would have remarked could he have read his wife's thoughts. But this time e was keeping them to herself—hard as it was to keep anything from Doug. It all came from a little phrase that was ever on the tip of Doug's tongue. Coming four times in close succession, | it had. angered Gwen to a stern resolution. First there was the mouse course, it was foolish for a & person to scream and grasp De arm when the tiny creature scurr from t brooin. It Doug laughter. That could hav ¥ when they sett evening, Gwen broldery, Doug which mentioned on the red rose she was embroidering. had said absent-mindedly, “What in the world are keats” He had doubled over with la; and when he could speak he had “If that isn’t just I a woman She was hurt and angry and wished ahe neced not ask him for the money she must have if she were to go shopping as she had planned the next day. But at last she smothered her resentment and made her request. Doug was neither poor nor stingy, but he was old-fashioned, and there were certain formalities to be gone through with before he parted with half a hundred. *“Why, I gave you $50 last week," he exclaimed. “You never blew that all in on one dress, did you? If that isn't just like a woman!” Gwen set her work basket on the table with some ungentleness and flounced out of the room, slamming the door behind her, but she did not get out quite soon enough to escape Doug's comment on this pet of hers: “Well, f that isn't just like a woman! ¥iving off the handle at nothing at all!” On one thing Gwen was determined. She would never again be llke a woman! She stood hefore her mirror, studying the slight, girlish figure reflected therein. “Easy enough to look at,” she com- ot on bursts of paper fror just like a woman!” | intent | | mented, | tiptilted nose with a smudge of | freckles, reddish-brown eyes, et cetera. As a whole you're not so bad for any- body who likes them that way, but| | you're femininity from the toes up. And you've got to become anything | but ‘just like a woman' to keep your own self-respect and Dou Heavens above, how he hates them! And yet ke married one!" | Doug breakfasted and lunched down- town her new role. She had found $50 under her dresser tray that morning and had seized it | with delight at the prospect of a morning’s shopping—but then thought intruded: “Just as any woman would be.” So she tucked the §50 into an envelope, wrote on the back of it, | “Thanks, but T don’t need if I don't care to go shopping, she turned away, but she also smiled with satis- f: e though any rate t any woman would stifled do with $30, That evening Doug came out of his room, a blank look on his broad, ruddy face, the envelope in his hand. He was in search of Gwen—she had not met him at the door as usual. (That was what all women did—met their | husbands at the door, Gwen had re- flected.) He found her in the kitchen | Just as he opened the door—as though at a signal—the mouse ran across the floor. Then he saw an am: thing Inst aming and running to him for protection Gwen coolly went after the mouse in a fashion that was uncanny to him. He could not know that she was hoping it would get away and wondering whether she would drop dead if she had to pick it up. She had the little creature inescapably cornered, as she could not have done in a week of trying had she actually wanted to catch it. Blindly she seized it by the tail, ran to the outside door and hurled the warm, furry thing trom her. She was sick to the very pit of her stomach, but she refused to acknowledge any such womanish re- action. With head high she walked to the sink, washed her hands and began dishing up the supper. Doug had dropped into a chair, speechless, and sat staring at her, the envelope with the rejected money clutched forgotten in his great hand. 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By the way, I've joined an afternoon class at the university.” Doug said nothing. The woman he knew always presided at the dinner table when the man of the house re- turned from his business. And they did not go to evening lectures without asking their husbands to go along And they, being married, dld not start to school again. His world had fallen to pleces. When Gwen returned late in the evening, rosy-cheeked and starry-eyed, Doug, with a something wistful in his blue eyes and a pathetic sag to his jolly mouth, held out the envelope with $50 to Gwen. “I want you to take this, Gwen, | even if you don’t need it just now. Il come in handy later. I'd Jike for you to have ft.” 3wen stifled a yawn. “I doubt that Il be While I was out this evening I stopped In at the Fantasy Cafe. I'm going to do a cabaret stunt there every evening. I've not forgotten my nging or my fancy dancing. And get well paid for it."” needing it. There exasperation anguish in Doug’s deep u're my wife.” ‘Plty “tis 'tis true,’ " sald Gwen. She had cherished this quotation trom the lecture, knowing well that Doug would recognize it, and Shake: speare would even her up on the Keats break. “Do you mean that?” blurted out Doug, his ruddy face paling. Gwen merely shrugged her shoul ders and walked out of the room. Going up the stairs she giggled One day of her life had ed with out hearing the hateful phrase. That day followed. Hardening her- sclf, Gwen did everything that she hated and had not been accustomed to doing, while she denied herself every one of the soft, dainty, feml- “Gwen STAR, WASHINGTON, D. ©, THURSDAY, AUGUST 2 1527, nine ways that she delighted in. There were moments when Gwen crat with every fiber of her being to be “just a woman,” doing all the delight- ful, sometimes foolish things that she had done before the reformation. Yet surely this course must change Doug's attitude toward women and must win his respect—and Doug's respect was worth something. She came from the cabaret one evening sick of soul. Two men had visually appraised her, and she wanted her good, devoted, honest Doug as she had never wanted him before. Just to be his wife seemed enough pay for this world and the world to come. She paused on the porch for a moment and looked into the 1 room, a charming room that was a reflection of her hest home-loving self. But her thoughts were instantly diverted from the beauty of the room, i} 2 charming room, to Doug, who was crouched in the big chair with his head resting on the table. She had never before seen her upstanding husband in a dejected posture. She went to him quickly. “Are you sick, Doug?” she asked tenderly. He turned to her a face that con- firmed her fears. It had lost its roundness, the eyes were tired and bleared. “Yes, T am. Sick to the very heart of me,” said Doug. “I can’t figure out the trick fate has turned me. I mar- ried the most womanly bit of a girl I knew—the only kind I could admire or love, and here all in a flash she turns out to be exactly the other sort—the kind I can’t stand—hard, like a man—makes her own living. I want a real woman that depends on her man and lets him do things for Gwen, shaking with laughter, sank into the big chair beside Doug. “Then why did you always say 80 scornfully, ‘It that lsn't just like a woman!'—as it a_woman were fit only to be spat on. I could have howled every time you said it. And I got 8o sick of being just like & woman ved | that I made up my mind to be any- thing but—"" “Then unmake your mind and be my own old girl again!” shouted Dous, drawing Gwen into the shelter of his arms. I'll never say that again if it bathers you, but from me it's a sort of compliment, for you can’t be too much of 2 woman to suit me. That's what I like about them—thelr little foolishnesses, What'd life be without them? I llke the feeling that you're leaning hard on me. You're not just like a woman—you're just the woman for me.” The End. (Copyright 1927.) $3.50 Philadelphia $3.25 Chester $3.00 Wilmington AND RETURN SUNDAYS AUGUST 14, 28 Special Train Eastern Standard Time Leaves Washington (Union Station), am mingion, 10:05 am., Chester, 5 am Philadelohia, Broad . 10:50 am roing. leaves Philadelphia (Broad 86, 7:10 p.m., West Philadelphia, 7:40 p.m. ster, 05 pm. Wilming ton. Similar Excur: Pennsylvania Railroad KING OF SPAIN SKILLED IN MIXING OF OMELETES Sovereign Establishes Record as “Good Cook” and Frequently Dis- plays His “Favorite Tricks.” Correspondence of the Associated Press. LONDON.—Cooking is the favorite indoor sport of the King of Spain. 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