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Woman's home companion
Vol. LXIV, No. 6 (1937)

Norris, Kathleen
You can't have everything - part III,   pp. 17-20 PDF (2.4 MB)

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Clad in this she knew that nothing could keep her from
being the belle of the ball
was delicately powdered with it on the day they
arriveJ. All the way from the grapes and
warmth and moonshine of Atherton to this
heart of the greatest city, and every hour of the
trip, she wrote Tidbit, happier than the one be-
fore it.
"And you can't think of the grandeur of be-
longing to John!" her letters said. "He knows
so many thrilling persons-everyone, in fact,
and they're all so nice to him! We go to dinners
-not that he likes them very much but he
knows they amuse me-and we go to play open-
ings, tremendously thrilling even when they're
poor, and we walk up Fifth Avenue late in the
mornings and buy each other ties and sweaters
and things, and are very silly."
And at the end of every letter to Tids and
John's mother, to Toomey and Mabel: "Tell
my darling girls that Mummy will soon be on
her way home.
She dared not say more; she never said even
to herself that she missed them but the thought
of them was always with her. They rose like
golden-mopped little ghosts between her and
everything wonderful and happy that she did;
not reproachful, not suffering, but yet her own
little Jane and Joanna who were missing
A hundred times a day she had to tell herself
that they were well and happy in their California
garden, no one was oppressing or disciplining
them; Mabel, if something of a fool, was compe-
tent and devoted.
I'l IE Singletons, John's publishers, enter-
tained the Kilgarifs at Huntington; there
were four princely children in the big house,
Frunette children with dark eyes. Cam thought
of her blondes; their small white buckskin ox-
fords would have galloped so happily after these
Washington in early December seemed like a
first step on the homeward trip. Cam was in
wild spirits and gave John his first taste of
jealousy at a White [louse dinner when, superb
in olive-green brocade and pearls, she was not
only the loveliest of all the lovely women, but
her hoarse sweet voice and the light in her blue
e\es kept a circle continually about her.
The President and his wife left the group with
formal good nights about half-past ten and al-
most immediately afterward Cam and John
went to their hotel, Cam still thrilling to the
excitement and pleasure of the evening. When
they reached their rooms she threw off her
f urred evening wrap and went to one of the
w indo\\ s, leaning against it to look out over the
city, kxlking over her shoulder to invite John to
join her.
'john, isn't a thing like that fun once in a
Handsome in his full evening dress, a little
pale, he came over to stand beside her and lock
an arm about her. His cheek was close to her
"Cam, my darling, don't do that again!"
"Do what?" she asked, stupefied at his tone.
"Don't make me jealous, sw\eetheart. I've
Kcen in hell all evening. Those men-that
rut  an from Baltimore who knew your brother-
w hen I saw votu among those fatheads and im-
beciles, being so sweet and interested, looking
i,)m one to the other, I could have killed them!
1ou re mine, you know, Cam. Not one tiny
Entct ion of an inch of you belongs to them; you're
11 mine.'
h\, \ou jealous little high school nitwit!"
(o smaid l     "vingli. Can't you see if other per-
>ns don't admire me, \ou'll stop' You'll say,
>hc's lost something. She isn't so nice as she
\\,us, because there she sits in the corner, twist-
II!, that beautiful four-dollar handkerchief I got
her in N\w York, looking d\ wn at those expen-
c slippers and ignored by the fashionable yet
unthinking throng!''
'Cam, I adore you," he said kissing her

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