Evening Star Newspaper, June 13, 1929, Page 40

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As it snow- flaked down the young man reached up and caught it, Twistiag it into a ball, he flung it back to Portia, who caught it. The scowl with which she always greeted strangers of this kind gave way to a smile. When Portia smiled she was mysteriously charming, something she had not been at 18. “What do you want?” she asked more gently. “You!” he challenged her, head flung back. He was like a chestnut in the sun. Bareheaded, his shirt was open at the throat, his sléeves were rolled up. He grinnedeand his teeth flashed white in his ruddy, boyish coun- tenance. “Come on down a minute, lady I got something here you'll be interested in.” “Can't bother. I'm busy. never buy of peddlers.” “Come on down, please, lady!" Portia hesitated. Suddenly she left the window and ran downstairs. When she reached the kitchen door she found him playing with Smoky. Portia's gray cat was voted a pest by the neighborhood. He caught bire lings, he scratched the tentatively ca- ressing hands of infants, he yowled on moonlight nights Il humored and badly behaved was Smoky at best, yet here he was flopping like a fish on the stones of the back walk, purring at the peddler’s feet. “Nice cat!” Besides I The boy gave Smoky a He straightened up green truck waiting at the curb. A wave of- indignant red flooded Portia's face. She gasped. The young peddler pushed the baby carriage back and forth before his prospective customer. It Was woven of reeds and it had cunning peek- windows in its tan-colored top. Smoky curled about the wheels of the vehicle. At last he leaped into the carriage. Portia darted glanc:s at the ining houses. ~Mrs. Grant and Maria Cole were both out, but likely to return home at any instant. If either of them saw her, she would never hear the last of it. She thought wildly of runni in and slamming the door in the boy’s face. But there was a look in his eyes that convinced her that he would thump on the back door until she THE EV G body in the neighborhood would know that a peddler was trying to sell Portia Watson, spinster, 40 years old, a baby carriage. Better to buy the thing and get rid of him_quickly. “How—how much is it?" she asked weakly. | " He gave a price that was reasonable. | Portia ran and got her purse. She | emptied_the contents on his brown palm. One cent short, but he let that g0. “Anybody at home next door?” he in- quired. “N-no. But you can sell a carriage at No. 8 Oak street if you hurry right over | there,” she panted. “Thanks! Il do that.” He leaped toward the green truck. Portia dragged her purchase into the | house and locked the door. Almost at | that very instant Mrs. Grant drove | home, with her Maria Cole, whom she had picked up downtown, where they were both pursuing their morning’s marketing. | “saved! Portia sank limply into a chair. She snatched off her pink dust- |ing cap and with it wiped away beads |of perspiration from among her curl | pins. i Conscience began to stir. Why had she sent the peddler to No. 8 Oak | street? She tried to think why that | particular spot had leaped into her | mind. It was a casualty. She hadn't the least idea who lived at No. 8 Oak street. | | Twenty minutes before Portia had | been contentedly putting her bedroom |to rights. Now everything in her life| | seemed to be upside down. 1If only she | | hadn't looked out of the window into a | pair of dark eyes which made her re- member keenly something she hoped she had forgotten long, long ago. She must get rid of that baby car- riage. Her club met at Her house that night. There was no place to hide the thing from the dozen women who would swarm all over the place. Portia dashed uj irs. She wrenched her hair from curl pins, did it in a neat wad. She powdered her nose, changed her clothes. /Back downgtairs, out to the shed, where she kept the old touring car which her brother had left behind for her when he married. Ordinarily she hesitated to put the breath of life into the ancient engine, but her very des- peration now lent her courage. She backed the car up to the kitchen door. ‘When she had covered the baby car- riage with a blanket she hoisted it into the tonneau. At least two pairs of wondering eyes watched her” as she whisked away. STAR, WASHI when she reached a lonely spot the en- gine went dead. Portia got out -and inspected the works, She didn't have much idea of them. She looked around for a house. None in sight. But in a distant field ‘was & man cutting grass with a mowing machine drawn by a pair of black horses. She waved to him frangically. He ran to her rescue. ‘When he climbed over the stone wall into the road beside her she néarly collapsed. They stared at each other in astonishment, neither expecting to find the other there. But he spoke casually. “Having engine trouble, Portia? Let's see if I can help you.” It was their first meeting in 20 years. Maria Cole had whispered into Portia’s ear something about Charlie Russell which Portia had been silly enough to believe. She had pitched into Charlie. He had sent both her and Maria to the worst place he could think of. He was through. After that there were no more happy evenings for Portia, ‘no more fixing things for her hope chest. Charlie married another girl. But be- NGTON, D. C, THURSDAY jack at machinery. He'll be home to dinner. That's pretty soon now.” e a1 thinking. while Chariie has- some while e team. She was miles from town. Also she was miles from Emmy Hutson's, to whom she was tak- ing the baby carriage. Emmy Was poor and sHe had just had a baby. The black ™ team, led by Charlie, tugged at the car, steered by Portia, through a bushy lane, up to a pleasant .white house. “There you are!" Charlie laughed. “Now, I'll just tell our housekeeper that |she’s going to have somebody besides | Frank and me to eat her chicken and cherry pie this noon. Come, have a seat in the porch hammock, Portia. You look warm and tired.” The same old Charlle, a bit domineer- ing, but, oh, oh, so kind. Portia sank into the porch hammock. Emotion flut- tered her. She hadn't heard that Charlie’s wife was dead. But there were so many Russells ia that locality, the fact might have escaped her; or possi- bly it had happened while she was out JUNE 13, 1929 thm:. ‘This was Charlie’s son. No wonder she had found him irresistible. “That old hen-you sent me to chased has- [me off the premises,” the boy sald, grinning. . “You're sorne little liar.” In the end it all came right. Frank not only fixed Portia’s car, but he de- livered the baby carriage to Emmy Hutson. . On the ccmned-mp::x porch there was & regular dinner party. “Frank’s & whiz at peddling,” Charlie d. “Earned his own collage money sell & fur coat to woman with frosted dark hair ex- changed an understanding smile. ‘THE END. (Copyright, 1829.) Woman Motor Police Busy. m{ht policewomen on motor cycles are kept busy in patrolling the high- ways of Gloucestershire, England, warn- | ing and protecting women and children. | to help spre: Their gos range from 25 to 30, theif courtyard of pay is frem $17.50 to $22.50 a week. | dis and th-y { iiigi g ' : fore this happened Portia had leraned that Maria had lied out of jealous spite. Charlie shook his head. tia. Let me tow you aver to my place. It isn't far, just out of sight around the bend. My boy, Frank, is a cracker- After rummaging through the engine “I'll tell you what you better do, Por- KILL all those pests with Dethol. This wonderful in- secticide never fails, No fly can dodge it. Roaches can’t hide from it. The deadly mist genetratu every crevice. hows them no mercy. Flies, mosquitoes, roaches, moths, ants, bedbugs. They can’t live in a house where Dethol is sprayed. No fuss—no bother. Try Dethol. It’s a safe bet. It has to satisfy or dealer re- turns purchase price without a murmur, Dethol Mfg, Co., Inc., Richmond, Va. D Spray yard. saw Portia. “Well, say! is it you, lady?”, And now Portia understood every- Spray Dethol-theyie dead) West with her brother, Jim, last year. ‘Thunder of wheels. whirled out of the lane into the door Out jumped the peddler. He Am I seeing double? Arwarer Kent SCREEN-GRID RADIO EAR the full voice of distant sta- tions . . . make the locals croon. You command.The Atwater Kent Screen-Grid Set is built to obey. etho On smart verandas of country clubs its sparkle - Gives Zest to Talk yme out agai By that time every- Portia raced for open country. 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