Evening Star Newspaper, September 23, 1935, Page 20

FEATHER HERHAT JULIE ANNE MOORE INSTALLMENT XIV. HOUSANDS of telegrams and letters poured into the hospitai during Lee's first week there, but telegrams from his mother alone were sufficient to keep him occu- pled much of each morning.. Her phy- siclan had forbade her to cross the continent unless it was a case of life and death, and, being impatient with | even airmail, she wrote endless “let- ters” on telegraph blanks. It was during his sixth week in the | hospital that his mother walked into | his room one evening and, after a| minimum of affectionate exchanges, | demanded to know, “Who is this little Government clerk?” | Mrs. Monday was just on the wrong side of 50, but a rigid and systematic daily routine of facials and massages and exercises gave her at first glance the appearance of 35. She was a woman of extraordinary energy. Her abrupt question left no doubt in Lee's mind that she had “had information,” as she phrased it, and had promptly caught the next plane East. | “I won't have any of this nonsense, | Lee,” she told him as she paced the | now calling a gold-digger. floor at the foot of the bed. “It is| evident this girl planned that wreck | s in the mountains and then proceeded | to rope you in. ... I gave you credit | for better sense.” Lee made no effort to conceal his | amusement. “You would have to| know this girl to understand how ridiculous that sounds,” he said, grinning. “Why, Ann——" “Oh, I know, I know . . .” She waved argument aside with a flutter | of her hands. “She's beautiful; she's | brilliant; she’s modest and retiring, | and she tells you she would be much | happier if you didn’t have a cent in the world! . . . I know her kind. I| want to see this little adventurer and | tell her I'll fight her with every cent I own. If she's reasonable, I'll have my lawyers draw up a settlement. If she isn’t—— What are you laughing | at, you young idot?"” | “At you. At the idea of your talk- ing about a ‘settlement’ with Ann . . .| What I wouldn't give for a ringside seat for that little comedy!” “Ii will not, I think, be a comedy.” Bhe suddenly sank into & chair. | “When will you get out of here, Lee?” “Within a week or two,” he said. “I'll be using a cane for some time, | however. Oh, by the way, visitors won't be allowed tomorrow afternoon. You'll have to come in the evening around 7.” Her son had known no more about the consultation than she had, but Mrs. Monday was no less irritated by the delay. Lee had said 7 o'clock. | It was now after 7. Why could he not | have saved her this needless wait? | ‘These dark little reception rooms gave one the creeps. And she might be here for hours. | A moment later the small, slim fig- | ure of a girl was framed in the door- | way. “If you will just wait here, | please,” a nurse said and went off. The girl walked around the table and sat down. Mrs. Monday cleared her throat, but the girl did not look up. For half an hour they sat in the poorly lighted room, staring at un- seen objects, thinking thoughts which, unknown to them both, centered on the same young man. Entering the | lobby downstairs Ann had encoun- | tered Lee's day nurse just going ofl‘ duty and the nurse had told her: “There’s a consultation on in Mr. Monday's room. Two specialists from | Johns Hopkins. They haven't been | able to get complete articulation and | they're beginning to worry about a permanent limp. But,” with a wink, “you don't know anything about it.’ Bo it was that while Lee's mother | tapped her chin and considered how ghe might definitely blast her son's infatuation for a gold-digging Gov- ernment clerk the little Government clerk sat some 10 feet away deeply troubled by the thought that Leo might carry a reminder of their moun- tain crash to the end of his life. Mrs. Monday cleared her throat again. The silence and the girl's sor-| rowful expression were beginning to| wear on her nerves. Now Ann looked | up and met the older woman’s gaze | and smiled. Mrs. Monday smiled back at her and said quietly: “Noth-| ing, my dear, is ever quite so tragic | as it may seem. You are much too young and lovely to worry over some- thing you can't do anything about.” Ann colored a little. Had her face reflected her thoughts so plainly? “You are very kind,” she said. Then. YOU...a Wallflower? Germs, breeding in decaying food particles lodged n your teeth, throw the bacterial eount of your mouth out of bal- ance. Result: bad breath, per. haps sore t, even catarrh may follow. Gargle with LA LASINE full strength, or 50-50 with water. Relief comes from double-action! are killed and expelled. And, ed to action by La, Lasine’s membrane-restoratives, your salivary glands release natu- ral enzymes and fer- ments. The bacterial countof your mouth returns to balance. La Lasine is safe— even if swallowed. $1.00 size makes 2% ints. Get it today myourdrugstore. La Lasine Inter. , Inc., N.X. La Lasine The DOUBLE-ACTION Antisentic | author apparently wanted to convey | age,” she said. told her doctor to go to the devil and know, I can think of but one who| { would put material considerations be- “This isn’'t a very cheerful room to wait in, is 1t?" “A morgue!” Mrs. Monday sald shortly. “They might at least light; the place up and provide some decent reading matter.” She gestured toward some old magazines on the table. “Do you read?” Did she read? What an odd ques- tion. “Why, yes,” she said. “As much| as the average, I suppose.” “The average girl doesn't read,” Mrs. Monday almost snapped. “You haven't, | I suppose, come across the book, 'erlsi in Mink’?” { The book had been a best-seller for all of two months, and Ann had read it after her return to Washington. “Yes,” she said. “I thought it very good, but & good deal overrated. The the idea that Miriam was typical of her generation.” “You think she was not?” Ann smiled. “Miriam was about my “Of all the girls I fore love. Miriam was what they are | unwholesome influences. She had | no regard for convention, or even simple decency. To her marriage was merely a means to an end. And when she did finally marry the man who knew nothing of her past, it was his money and his social prestige that she wanted. My generation isn't like that. No more than yours is.” “I'm afraid,” said Mrs. Monday, NING “yoi do not know your generation. Have you ever lived in New York?" “No. I grew up in a small town. I've never lived in any city but Wash- ington—and only a short time here.” “I guessed as much. Any one can look at you and see that you haven't been contaminated by contact with But when you speak for your generation, my child, 'you unintentionally pretend a knowledge you could not possibly possess. ‘Girls in Mink’ was admirably true to life and your Mirlam was, I regret to say, the counterpart of an alarming number of girls your age. You think, perhaps, I am too far removed from your age to know, but I have just come from California to deal with a girl of Miriam’s type—a gold- digger, as you say—a shrewd, schem- ing little female who has set her head on marrying my son and has suc- ceeded in persuading him that he is in love with her.” Ann’s voice was earnestly sympa- thetic, yet dubious. “But mightn't you be wrong—about this girl? She | doesn't admit that she is trying to| marry your son for his moncy, of course?” | Mrs. Monday shrugged impatiently. | “Naturally not—though I haven't| talked with her. I hope to see her| within the next 24 hours and make her a very generous offer.” “An offer?” Ann said, puzzled. “Money, child. That's what she wants, isn't it?” Ann gripped the sides of the chair and gazed down at her extended toes, thoughtfully. After a time she iooked up. “I don't think you're being quite fair,” she said. A hospital orderly looked in the door. “You can see Mr. Monday now,” he mumbled. Mrs. Monday rose. Ann rose. “I hope,” said the older woman, “I| haven't bored you with my troubles.” She came across the room and held innerspring mattress. striped or fancy STAR, WASHINGTON, out her hand. “You're a very sensible | girl and I only wish—my dear— you're {ll!” She put her hands on Ann's arms. “Why didn't you tell me?” Ann's face was crimson and' her throat and parted lips were dry and burning. She shook her head, firmly. “No, no . . .” she said at last. “The room's too close, I think.” She moved toward the door, Mrs. Monday walk- ing at her side, watching her, anxiously. In the corridor they halted. Lee’s room was to the right, the stairs and elevator to the left. Ann's face was a study of indecision as she stood there. When she spoke her voice was low and husky. “Are you Lee's mother?” ‘The older woman's eyes widened, but after a moment she said, “Yes, I am Lee's mother. You are a friend of his?” Ann did not answer the question. “Will you give him this, please?” Staring, Mrs, Monday held up an open palm. “And tell him I'm sorry.” She was racing down the stairs be- fore Lee Monday's mother runzed‘ that the tiny object in her hand was | a rather lovely engagement ring. That night Ann told Rita she thought they had imposed upon Mollie | much too long. Rita balked. Mollie, she said, insisted she wanted them | there, so why move? . . . It was the | next morning that Rita discovered | Ann had not slept in her bed. There was & note propped up against the | telephone. Mollie found iv there and | read it aloud: “Please tell any one who asks for me I have gone away for an indefinite stay. And don't be too hard on me for running off. Perhaps I'll be able to explain some day. ANN." Two hours later Rita found Ann in her usual place at the Census Office, but she would not discuss what D. C, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1935. T Folgis she had done. “If our friendship means anything,” she said, “let me work this thing out alone. And don't, please, bring me messages from any one.” ‘Though completely baffled, Rita agreed to respect her wishes. “But——"" she could not help but say “——if you're running away from Lee you're a little fool, Ann.” Lee left with his mother for Cali- fornia on Thanksgiving day. A week later Ann reappeared at the apart- ment in the early evening to ask if | the prodigal daughter might rejoin the family. She had chosen an unfortunate moment to return, for she found not only Rita and Mollie there, but also Selma and Carl and Bill Hudson. 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