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in all directions. He was mnot , but he was a gay old gen- up at intervals and reached down the table to put something on Ethel's 't want, or did the same to spread from cheek te cheek. The warm slices of turkey, the vegetables, began to have a dulling, uncomfortable effect on the dinner party. The children grew greasy and uncon- troilably, almost hysterically, greedy for new and untried parts of the turkey. The baby upstairs began to cry, and Mary had to leave the table. She knew as she went that she never wanted to come back to it. But, of course, she did, for there was more food to be served—ice cream in shapes and nuts and raisins. .t was over at last and she marshaled her guests back to the living room, still listening for the noise of a car, or that quick, comfort- ing sound of Frank’s footsteps. More than any- thing else, it hurt her to think of him missing his dinner, missing his night’s sleep, working, working for people who didn’t appreciate him. ALF-PAST 3, and the children were quer- ulous. They must exchange the presents, or Christmas would be over before they got to them. “We must begin to take the presents off the tree, I think,” she said. “Oh, can’t we wait for poor dear Frank?” eried his mother, “I think poor Mary,” said Aunt Josephine tartly, “might like to get these children put to bed. They're getting wild. No one knows when Frank will get here.” 2 "That was the spirit in which the gift giving began, and all the jocosity of Mr. Knight could nat remove that trace of something that wasn’t - THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.._ DECEMBER 21, 1930. 17 g - ——— “Nice flaver,” agreed Mary. “Where's Aunt Josephine?” “Upstairs dressing Betty and Peter. Let her alone. She adores doing it. She read them to- sleep and they’ve had good naps.” “What dears you all are,” Mary said happily. Why had she thought her living room any- thing but beautiful? As she entered it now, the iree, with its electric lights glowing, winked and glittered with a very profligate Chrimtmas spirit. The fire was burning easily and restfully, and all the tissue paper had been picked up and thrown away. Gifts everywhere, on the tables, on the chairs, things she had seen but hardly appreciated before. Frank came In, as if hunting for her. “Did you like your presents?” she asked. “I got a pair of grand driving gloves,” he said, “that must have bankrupted you. First fur-lined ones I've had in years.” “Like them?” “Didn’t I? Did the kids have a good time?” “They were drunk with presents,” said Mary, “Which reminds me that I haven't given you one, + HE had been aware of that, not admitting it to herself, wondering if he really couldn’t afford anything, or hadn’t had time, deter- mined not to care, “I don’t want one, Frank! nice to have you home tonight. my present.” “I was going to give you a check, a little one,” he went on, and she fancied he was apologizing for not being able to do it, “for I knew all this to-do must be making you rum close to the wind. But then this came along.” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket. *I wanted to give it to you last night when you were so worried about the car and so tired. Then I thought you'd prefer it if I held It's too utteily That will be Ethel had laid the table, using all the best china and silver. Mrs. Knight bustled in from the kitchen, a great ‘quite rancor, but more like acute disappoint- until today. And I nearly gave it to you t because Christmas Day wasn't perfect, and she to make it so, and been forced to spend it without her husband. . There were many gifts. Dozens of things represented the work of months and the BRE : B AT e T Egl LRI gi’;se%;y’i fhEke “gi g i i g% ; -struck, remembering. Have I been asleep?” ! couple of hours off.” That's why I came to call up?” an instant, feeling amazingly . He hadn’t been very the way she always came in. They went into their bright with lights; and she saw changed his clothes, shaving again, but somehow satisfled. missed dinner,” he said. couldn't help it.” right. Your father carved.” great carver, isn’t he?” chuckled Prancis, and quite casually remarked. “We saved the Whittaker baby.” ' “Did that baby come? “I was platter of cold turkey in her hands. day. With a vigorous sweep she brushed the thought away. “I'm so proud of you, Frank,” she said, pull- ing off the wrinkled dress she'd slept in and slipping into a thin one that Frank loved. His lips ‘brushed her neck. “Isn't it terrible to go to sleep with a house- ful of guests?” “They’ve had a grand time,” Frank told her. Continued from Fourteenth Page its Gothic limitations. Particularly noteworthy is his concentration of interest in his central But sll names in German art pale into in- significance at the mention of Albrecht Durer, ll‘:o;nmfi\equq.lntoldcnyotlur-n- is s0 famous, he has left a few drypoints and etchings; in fact, he was one of the pioneers of the art of etching. In 1928 Germany honored this well known discovering America. ander Mair was his full name. “The group of engravings signed Mair, a painter who was working at Landshut between 1492 and 1514, are distinctly archaic in stamp for the e of their execution,” says one au- And in his “Nativity” one instantly notices the childishness of this print w were lit and between them a vase of roses lifted proud velvety blooxys. “Where did the flowers come from?” asked Mary. “A man sent them to me,” said Ethel, trying to cool her voice to indifference, but not quite succeeding. “They delivered them here, and I thought we’d use them.” Mrs. Knight bustled in from the kitchen, a great platter of cold turkey in her hands. “That husband of mine simply hacked this turkey,” she said, smiling. Mary.” some reason, it did look better now. t, slices of dark meat, crisp : s ; ; i Th 1 31 Eizi 4 I H g 4 EE it | § I ! | g £5 g g > b §5s . § if ;a' £ s ] H . 1 : | §s %Q !? Cost of Accidents. T!l generally accepted idea that the eost of an accident to a worker in any industrial plant can be more or less measured in terms of compensation claims, doctors’ bills and such “But it's a beauti- - She had opened the envelope, drawn out #e contents and looked stunned. : But, Frank, what EEEE FE g8 *ggié £ 5 Trele i £ i szzllbufid‘l7érnonuf' Continued from Thirteenth Page - “fssewell to home and domestic felicity.” As e £ E § ar.éigf