Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 117, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 September 1933 — Page 15

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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE (Continued > So tense did the strain become that Eve had to force herself to eat. She left the office one evening, too weary to remain dov.n town for dinner, too weary even to stop at the delicate.ssen for something already cooked. It was toward the end of February —a blustering night following a gray winter day. The sort of night, Eve mused, when one should go home to a lighted house and a hot. savory dinner, with books and music afterward before an open fire. And with the one you loved best to share the peace and comfort. The wind whipped sharply around the corner as she chmbf-d the steps to the porch. Tears of self pity misted her eyes as she fumbled for her latchkey. She winked them back. If she permitted herself to cry she would be certain to meet Dorothy McElhinney in the entrance hall and she was determined no one should guess her unhardiness. There was a light shining from the crack under the door opening into her apartment. Mrs. Brooks must have lighted a fire on the hearth and perhaps put the teakettle on to boil. The kindly woman some times made these thoughtful preparations for Eve’s return on particularly disagreeable nights. But before Eve's numbed fingers could find the right key the door was flung open and she found herself in her mother's arms. a a a EVE laughed and cried in blessed relief and Kate Bayless laughed and cried with her, meanwhile taking off Eve’s hat and coat aijd pushing her gently into Dick's armchair by the fireside. “But when did you come and why didn't you let me know? And how—?’’ Eve caught herself just in time. She had been going to say, “How did you know I needed you so!” “Well, we hadn’t heard from you for more than a week and that worried me. I thought you might be sick. So I just packed up and came. No. you sit right where you are! Supper is all ready to dish up.” Eve leaned back in delicious comfort and watched her mother moving swiftly back and forth between the kitchen and the gateleg table which she had set between two easy ohairs before the fireplace with its cheerful blaze. Savory odors drifted in from the kitchen and Eve sniffed ecstatically. “Smells sort of Christmas y!” she said. 'That's the roast chicken and sage dressing, most likely,” her mother told her. “And the mince pie. I had a jar of mincement left so I made you a mince pie. It’s thowing out in the oven. I wish Dick was here to help us eat it. How is Dick?” He—he's well.” If Kate Bayless noted the hesitation in her daughter's voice she gave no sign. “You got here at exactly the right time.” Kate said as she placed the dish of fluffy mushed potatoes on the table. “Another ten minutes and these potatoes would have been spoiled.” “They're perfect!” Eve declared. “Everything you cook always' is.” ■ M-m—homemade rolls!" she exclaimed a moment later, breaking one open. “Yes, and here’s some grape and orange marmalade that Esther sent you.” n n a “'T"'ELL her it’s simply luscious,” -I Eve said, sampling it. “Isn't it surprising. Mother, what a good cook Esther is now? She knew very little about it when she was married.” 'Why no. It doesn’t surprise me. I’ve noticed that any intelligent girl can learn to cook in a short time, once she gets interested in it and really tries. Do you like to cook. Eve?” Her mother's voice was quiet and casual, yet Eve sensed that the question was important. She made her voice casual, too. “I think I might like it,” she answered, if I were at home and had time to learn.” ‘And when Dick was here?” Kate Bayless persisted. “When Dick was here he did the cooking.” Eve confessed. She had not told her mother this before. She was ashamed to have her know. “Not all of It" Kate Bayless plainly was shocked. “Nearly all of it.” Eve said slowly. Abruptly Kate Bayless changed the subject. Eve almost wished she hadn't. She longed to speak of her husband: longed to cry out her heart in her mother's arms and hear her mother assure her that Dick still loved her. Yet that was the one thing she must not do. Hours after her mother's regular breathing told that she was asleep. Eve lay. tense and dry-eyed, and planned to fill the week so full of sight-seeing and entertainment that there would b- little time for confidences. She told herself that she must not discuss her difficulties. even with her mother, until she had decided exactly what she was going to do. Events were shaping more swiftly than she knew to force her to this decision. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR EVE awakened next morning to an unaccustomed sound. Her mother was beating something in a bowL Sleepily Eve roused herself. Sleepily s:,e began to play the guessing game that she and Esther had played when they heard that familiar sound on mornings long ago. The game was to guess what particular treat was in store for them and the winner always received the first serving of waffles or muffins or whatever it was their mother had prepared. “Waffles.” Eve guessed, because her mother knew how much she liked them. Then, as a faint fragrance of bacon and coffee came to her, she jumped out of bed. awakened herself thoroughly with a

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hasty shower and dressed quickly for the office. Her mother, she remembered, thought it slovenly to appear at the breakfast table in pajamas or negligee. Eve left a little later with the undertanding that her mother was to meet her at noon at a fashionable tearoom. After a leisurely luncheon they went to the art museum. When Kate Bayless protested at Eves devoting so much time to her entertainment her daughter explained, “I had to go to the museum some time this week to take notes for my column, so I asked Mr. Barnes if I could do it today. “Why of course, if that’s it," her mother agreed. “Now you just attend to your notes and I'll take care of myself. I've always wanted to take my time at a place like this instead of hurrying through and not getting more than a glimpse of anything.” Eve took her mother to dinner that evening at a hotel where an orchestra that Kate had heard over the radio was playing. Here the patrons were permitted to select a part of the musical program and Eve, unknown to her mother, sent a note to the leader of the orchestra, asking for two of her mother’s favorite songs. After dinner they went to the early showing of a movie and returned home, weary and ready for bed. a a a TUESDAY evening Eve took her mother to see Marya and Ray in their charming home and Wednesday Mrs. Penney entertained them at dinner. Arlene and Sam also were invited. “You have nice friends, Eve,” Kate Bayless said after the visit to Mrs. Penney’s apartment. She had picked up her crochet work—a little cap she was making for Esther's baby—and settled herself in a chair by the fire. ‘And they have nice homes—real homes. Daughter, when are you going to quit working for other people and settle down in earnest?" “I—Dick and I have a nice home, too, mamma.” “Just now Dick has exactly no home at all. Nor you, either. I can't look on and see you making a mess of your life, dear child, without warning you how it is likely to end. “I didn't say much at first about your working after you were married. I thought that by this time you'd probably have a baby and would be glad to stay at home and keep house and let your husband earn the money. Then, when Dick got this new job I was so glad. I thought, of course, that you’d go with him. How long will his work keep him away. Eve?” “A year, he thinks. Possibly longer.” Eve’s voice was very low. “And after that? What if his next job takes him somewhere else instead of bringing him here again?” “I—l don’t know, mother!” “Child, you're not happy living this way. You don't look happy. And you never even speak of your husband unless I bring up the subject. Why don’t you give up your work at Bixby’s and go to him, Eve? Don’t you want to go?” a a a FOR answer Eve rose, flung herself into her mother’s arms and sobbed against her comforting shoulder. Kate patted her, murmuring endearments, and encouraged her to relieve her unhappiness in tears. Presently when Eve had gained some control over her voice she confessed, “Oh, I want him so dreadfully, mother, but I’m not sure he wants me!” And she told her mother of the estrangement that had arisen. “I guess I'm partly to blame for all this,” Kate Bayless went on when Eve had dried her eyes and was sitting on a low stool at her mother's feet. “You? Why how could you be to blame? You were hundreds of miles away!” “Well, I always tried to save you from even the little hardships when you were a child. I thought there would be time enough for you to face such things when you were older. What I overlooked was to make you see that when you left home and went out into the business world and into a home of your own you'd have to begin to do' some of the hard things yourself and sacrifice your own wishes and comfort sometimes for others. I thought you'd see it yourself, Eve. I didn't realize that you needed to be told.” “But I do hard things—loads of them!” Eve insisted. "All the deadly, routine things that Barnes hates to do he gives to me. If you'd ever see how hard I work at Bixby's, mama, you wouldn't say such a thing!” "Well, maybe you do—at Bixby’s. where it doesn't really matter. But at home, Eve? Did you do any of the hard things at home or did you put them all on Dick? You admit that he did nearly all the cooking. Was that fair? Was that going fif-ty-fifty as you're so fond of putting it?” a a a W'HY shouldn't he do it, when he always got home first in the evening?” “Well, what about breakfast?” “Dick had to get to work earlier than I did. Why should he expect me to get up a half hour earlier just to make him some coffee and toast and boil eggs when he could do it as easily as himself?” "Perhaps he could do it as easily. But do you suppose that was the kind of home he looked forward to when he married you? “Os course your husband loves you and wants you to go to Pine Forest or any other place his work takes him. He wants you to make a home for the two of you. If he doesn't tell you so any more, maybe it's pride. Or maybe you've hurt his feelings. A woman gets crabby. Eve, when she works outside her home after she's married. The two jobs are too much for her strength and nerves. (To Be Continued!

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Wide-awake now, he recognized the ape, grinned at her and sheathed his knife. Ape and ape-man greeted each other affectionately. Remembering his fair captive, Tarzan quickly tore the barrier away form the shelter's entrance. The little monkey darted out over Tarzan's shoulder.

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