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Show DRESS UP FOR LOVE I By Lillace M. Mitchell the work was all too much for one slim girl to handle. Her Mother had broken down under the strain and had been In the hospital for three months. No one else ever seemed inclined to shoulder any of the burden and somehow Lulie had found herself "elected" to the Job. "Hoo. hool Where you going, for Pete's sake?" called Charley. She looked over at him and smiled tantallzingly. "Did you have any special place in mind, Charley?" He blinked. "ME? You mean you're going places with ME?" "Oh, didn't you intend your kind words as an Invitation, Charley? Char-ley? Excuse me!" He shook his polishing rag uneasily. un-easily. "Gee, I thought I was poison 'r something. You kept turning me down every time I asked you. You want to go places today. Lulle?" "Why not?" she asked simply. From the upstairs bedroom the sisters shared, Emmy called shrilly. shril-ly. "Bring my nylon up. Sis I'm LULIE emptied the coffee grounds J on the Spartan rose and eyed the ground around the plant as it drank the liquid almost thirstily. Although she did not look next door she could see, out of the corner of her purple eyes, Charley Cornell polishing his convertible. "Hoo hool" he said suddenly. "Hoo hoo yourself," she retorted. re-torted. She laughed gaily and went back Into the kitchen. "I wish you'd press my blue nylon, Sis." Emmy said. "It only takes a whisper of the Iron but I'm really in a rush." "Go on! My white shoes have to be whitened," Jimmy cut In. The other two sisters looked at the sink full of breakfast dishes distastefully. "My stars, when we all get up late on thesi holiday mornings," grumbled Grace, "it puts everything back I simply can't take time to help with the dishes, Lulle." Lulle noticed now that the oldest old-est sister, Marcia, was already decked out in her "little cotton" that was skilfully cut and had cost forty-two-fifty at the dress shop. Lulie stood there for a few moments mom-ents after they had all left the room, her eyes studying the dishes, dish-es, the nylon dress that needed only the whisper of the Iron and ready for It now." Lulle looked up and waved carelessly. care-lessly. "It isn't Ironed, darling Charley and I are going places" Jimmy crawled out his bedroom window onto the roof over the kitchen kit-chen oorch. "It's mutiny I" he U1C WllllC OIIVCB n.w . " at least three coats of whitening to look white. Out In the yard next door she could hear Charley Cornell whistling whis-tling tunelessly: a little sound that always pulled her heartstrings. For Charley Cornell had always whistled like that when he had been waiting to take her to the Prom or on. a class picnic when they were In high school. Since graduation Charley Cornell has asked her for a dozen dates but Lulle remembered dully that she geemed never to be through with her tasks and she had. . refused him' almost crossly. She was sorry sor-ry now as she remembered back: after all. It wasn't his fault If howled. "Mutiny on the Bounty! It'a mutiny, that's what" Ifm," laughed Charley loudly. "I thought Lulie was going to be MUTE all the rest of her life while you-all walked back and forth over her atretched-out body I Come along, Lulle let's get going I sure got sick and tired of thost old cotton kitchen dresses you'vi been living In." "I s'poss you're wanting to buj her real dress-up dresses, huh?" Jimmy yelled down angrily. "It'a a right good idea. Buddy." said Charley. "Glad you mentioned men-tioned it It'U smooth the propose) for me later In the day. Eh, Lulle?" |