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r (Continued From Saturday.) IV. They were married In the odd little church a few yards from Broadwaj when June was very young. The time fell as It did, first, because Jo Ellen, as the price of marryinf so soon, had exacted the privilege o] not breaking with Eberly (or making confession) for a few months at least second, because Eberly was to be oway for three weeks in June anc had suggested this as a vacatlor period. They could not have a honeymoor trip just then, because Marty was to make sacrifice to a great b^slnesf opportunity, an opportunity ovei which he was exultant. He was tc be head of a department in a manu facturing plant owned by a lieuten nnt he knew—the close friend of his buddy Pearson. This Important new adventure began in April, and al though friendship could have accom pushed a leave of absence, much would accrue from the strategy oi deferring the absence until certain Important developments had been worked out In the plant. These might make It an immense business advan tage not to interrupt the work until the following year. "I tell you," he said, "It takes hero ism to give up a wedding trip!” Bui he held that the romantic substitute had much to be said for it. They fitted up a three-room flat on West Nineteenth street from which he had but a ten minutes' w-alk to the plant. To this enterprise the two mothers made contributions of various kinds. Uncle Ben contrib uted a great deal of advice and five crackling new twenty-dollar bills. When Grandmother Bogert learned of this detail she snapped out: "I'll match you!” It appeared that Marty had actually saved a hundred on the other side (he had drawn a sergeant's pay for five of the months) and with his savings bank money of three hun dred odd and another three hundred his father gave as a wedding gift, he seemed to feel rich. "But It Isn’t how rich I am. It’s how rich I’m going to be!" he said. His salary was fifty dollars a week. Since Jo Ellen was r.ow drawing forty, the combined in come loomed as a bulwark against any disaster until the assured prog ress of Marty should hasten, If it still remained to be hastened, Jo Ellen’s leslgnatlon—"and the loss of the thea ter tickets,” added Mrs. Bogert, when this chanced to be mentioned. Discussion as to the program of the wedding day produced activity In Uncle Ben's hairy fist. "There’s got to be a ball game!" But he thought of Marty’s limp al most as soon as he had said It, and passed to other picturesque sugges tlons. When It came to pass, that wedding supper, served behind a spe rial screen^ feverishly constructed by Bogerts on the verandah, was the crowning feature: and this would not be In disparagement of the Tice fam -—-\ lly’s jazz band, whose performance was admitted to be a real triumph; Marty's father, with his cropped Iron gray head, was very jocular. Mrs. Simms appeared to make an effort to appear gracious. "Icicles!" buttered Jo Ellen's grand mother. Mrs. Bogert tried to recall the saying about a skeleton at the feast. It was something like that. But she mustn't say it, even to Jo Ellen's mother. Uncle Ben had wanted Marty to wear his uniform, Jo Ellen said no. “He's made It honorable," she said (she remembered, long afterward, how he flushed), “but we're through with the war." As for clothes, It Is to be remarked that Mrs. Bogert was the smartest figure at the church. Her hat bad a strong French accent. It was indeed a bit startling, and occasioned the remark from her son, "Mother, the tpilllnery business doesn’t pay you wages for nothing!" Yet the grand mother secretly exulted In the lovely flopping white hat she achieved for Jo Ellen. One of Jo Ellen's school chums, who now managed a garage, presented the service of the car that was to give the “goi<^ away” effect and carry bride and groom to the door of their new home. It was a distinguished looking limousine. Just as It drew away out of the laughter and Bitout ing and the tink.e of the rice, Jo Ellen saw Lot Mallin, her mouth open, standing with her stick beside the road. V. -viany rieia ner nana with an ecstatic tightness. "Alone at last!" he said, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. It was like him to say such a thing, but In the rush of the moment she simply was conscious of this fact. She couldn't think connectedly of any thing until the world stopped spin ning. Yet Marty had thought her the coolest one of the party. He told her so. "You kept your head all right!’ he exclaimed in a possessive pride that accented his glowing look. They floated down Broadway. "Did you hear what Dr. Parker said . . . ?” The ceremony (they did a lot better than the rehearsal), the way Uncle Ben danced, that sliver at the last minute from Marty’s Mis sourl aunt, the way Pearson circum vented the Jokers who were to tie something on the back of the car— they were soon gathered up by the while medley of Interesting circum stances that belonged to the whirl of the day. Jo Ellen laughed about Emma Traub's solemnity, and Tice's drumming, and the way Billy dropped the Ice cream, and how her high school crony, Pauline, who had been bridesmaid, slipped backward on the steps with the bouquet. Marty watched her face while she chattered, and put an arm about her. The blur that was Broadway be came another streaking margin. “I wouldn’t change it!” exclaimed Marty. “I wouldn't he going to any train or boat! No! Think of it! To our own little nest.” "Please don’t call it a 'nest,' ” re turned Jo Ellen. "Well, anything you like so Ion? as you admit that It's great. Great' Did you notice that they’re fixing up the garden in the yard over toward the left? The flat’s a little wonder. It's a regular place! Right-o, here's Nineteenth. Seems like three min utes." Marty had a dollar ready for the chauffeur, and the key ready for the house door. He led the way to the “nest" on the second floor, regretting that he couldn’t have his arm about her as they went up the stair-: for the first time as man and wife Perhaps he had turned to express this regret; perhaps he had been at tempting to leap the last steps. His stumble always seemed unaccountably violent. He lay prone on the land lng a few feet from their door, and a sharp cry, partly muffled by his rlosed teeth, told the story of the twinge. He tried to speak as she bent over him with her soiic-tous questions, but it was not for an appalling number of seconds that he rolled over and braced himself with his hands "Something's happened to that old leg of mine." "We'll get at It," said Jo Ellen en couraglngly. “Don't strain It. I can help you." He handed her the key which In trad been about to use. She ran into their rooms to turn on the light When she came out h» was sitting with a dazed look, hts back against the wall of the passage. "Something wrong with . . . my legs . . . both of them. What do you ...?'' "Just the shock of tumbling." Jo Ellen assured him. "Imagine you're r. soldier man and I’m a nurse. Do they ever drag you like this . . . ?" She did drag him, by the shoulders Into the living room. Here In the stronger light she saw that his face, which first had gone white, was crlm soning. "My God!" He looked up at her with a kind New York --Day by Day ^____ b.v o. o. McIntyre. New York. July 28.—A page from the diary of a modern Bamuel Pep ys: Up and dressed In a sleeping car and left my hair brushes there and so with my wife to breakfast finishing just as the train thundered in. To my inn and reading my mail of a few days accumulation and then at my scrivenlng, but found It a dull business after a period of holidaying. Put out through the town and was struck with the harried expressions of city toilers. Poor souls! It is coming to me more and more that those who dream and laae through life get as much out of it as those who sacrifice all to hurry, al beit T will be censured for my heresy. In the evening to a dinner given by C T. Brninnrd at Sherry's in hon •t of Mnnta Bell, the Cinema direc tor. and he told of the days when he was an actor pillaging milk and doughnuts from neighboring houses in theatrical boarding houses. So home to bed. Since the bobbed-hair erase, about the only place In New York one can find a hairpin is in an antique shop. The other day I started out to pur chase a packet of hairpins for a member of my family, tl'm that kind of a husband—match silks, thread or what-have-you.) Anyway I want to ten different shops without finding hairpins, but I haven't lost hope. Some place In the big city there must be at least one. Speaking about old Monta Bell reminds me of the time he chased Charlie Chaplin across the country for material for a hook which he wrote and which Chaplin signed. Chaplin was returning from Europe. 3kll met him down the bay in a tug, stuck to him like a leech, occupied the same drawing room with him on a start across the continent and when lie had reached Ogden. Utah, the book was completed. There were 100,000 words. The whole thing was done In five days. Chaplin was eo Impressed he made Bell his manager—and Jour nalism lost a bright star. Proadway calls the stranger from out of town who may show an In clination to do a little spending "a Mg butter and egg merchant from upstate.” The Implication being he Is a yokel and will soon be parted from his roll. PlSHe* ABOONO tM POCK6T Foe LlTTL€ RED \JJOODEm TEC Thera la a certain writer who haa signed a contract with a magazine that haa the stipulation ha must not visit New York during the two year run of hla contract. He la a victim of the whit* lights. When he rematna In the west he is a model of sobriety, but when he cornea to New York for three or four month* a year he fall* by the wayside and falls to produce. I am on* of those timid soul* who is completely awed by telephone girl*. They seem ao masterful— getting Chicago, Los Angeles and where-not while swapping light pat ter with a house detective. The other day In a booth X complained I ( had waited for 10 minutes without getting the number. "What was that creek?'’ snapped the fluffy-haired guardian of the switchboard. "Nothing," I replied. ”1 mumble to myself." And I paid her and walked out. Stage girl* have a habit of knock Ing a letter out of their name*. They have a particular avsralon for I. Lll linn nlwaya changes to Idlyan. But the beet yet Is a male Juvenile who has changed the name of Tom to Tomm*. „ _ (Copyrlsbt. 1114.) SeGitNij hunt for Tee of glittering terror. While she etam mered words that were meant to cheer him, she saw’ his face sag in misery. No. it was not pain, he said. That was better. It was just that . . . something . . . "My God," he re peated, reaching out to clutch her wrist. "Our wedding night!" "What of It?” she Jeered defiantly "The night you're hurt’s the night you must he looked after. I’ll get a doctor In a minute. First . . She went about the business of getting him upon the green sofa, which was of a shortness that made It necessary to place him at a slight angle, so that f MERES A LETTERFROM CALEB V /RENROD— DEAR MR NEBB '-WC \ have forwarded the papers for \ TME INCORPORATION OF 'THE NEBB wttTCR COMPANV 'TOTME SECRETARY \ OF TME STATE AND EXPECT TO HAVE \ Twc PAPERS BACK in ABOUT Two WEEKS . IN THE MEANTIME I WOULD j ADVISE TOO TO GO AHEAD WVTH An]/ EXTENSWE ADNER* p- ■ ■>,. 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This doctor was not in. The door belonging to the sign on the next block was opened hy the doctor him lelf, a scowling man with a sallow lace. “My husband," Jo Ellen faltered on >elng assured that he. wag the doc or, "who was wounded in the war, las fallen and hurt himself terribly. [ wish you could come right away." "Right away?” The scowl seemed to debate this "Please come right away," urged Jo Ellen. "Hie legs . . "Where do you live?" "Just on the neat block." Hhe •..id him the number and floor—"at the hack,” she added. ITo Be C'onttnned Tomorrm* t THE NEBBS TELL IT TO HIM OBIE. Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hess -SO THAT BY TmE T\MEWEBE&n\ TO PUT The STOCK ON THE MARKET \ YOU WILL BE DOiN<S A rLOURtSRVNG 1 BUSINESS • 1 TUNK YOUR \OEA / WAS A GOOD ONE TO USE TmE NAY\E - HStMESSeX THAT LETTER! \ I WANT TO READ ) TVC REST OF IT J /__T0 USETwE NAME'VlE6eT\ f VjATER COMPAMV"AnO MOT f "ne&b a sl\oer" asi take \t \ rROM XOUR. 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