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Mont rotnnntlc fiction ends
with the hero nnd heroine nbout
to mnrry nnd "live hnppy ever
after." The nuthor of this un
usual sorlnl begins his story
with mnrrlngo nnd carries tho
romance for n period of several
yenrs into tho realm of "double
harness." Taking a couple from
the well-to-do scale of tho
Middle West soclnl scheme, Mr.
Webster uses them to bring out
soino of the Importnnt problems
confronting a great mnny young
men and women who enter tho
bonds of matrimony In these
dnys of equal suffrage, of wom
en who'd rather work down
town than stay nt home, nnd of
new complications In tho busi
ness of raising a family. "Tho
Renl Adventure" Is thoroughly
nllvo with action. You will en
Joy tho story not only for Its ro
mance but for tho clement In It
that will make you think and
ponder tho lntlmnto happenings
In your own family nnd In tho
families of your neighbors.
THE EDITOR.
CHAPTER I.
Beginning an Adventure.
"Indeed," continued tho professor,
glancing down at his notes, "If one
wero tho editor of a column of er
ndvlco to young girls, ono might crys
tallize tho remarks I havoTiecn making
this morning Into u warning never
marry a man with a passion for prin
ciples." It got n laugh, of course. Professor
ial Jokes nlways do. But tho girl
didn't luugh. Sho caino to with a start
sho had been staring out tho window
nnd wrote, apparently, tho fool thing
down In her notebook. It was tho
only noto sho had mado In thlrty-flvo
minutes.
All of this brilliant exposition of
tho paradox of Rousseau and Robes
plerro (ho was giving a course on tho
French revolution), tho etrango and
vot Inevitable fact that tho softest,
most sentimental, rose-scented religion
ovor invented, should havo produced,
through Its most thoroughly Infatuated
dlselplo, the ghastliest reign of terror
that over shocked tho world ; his mas
terly character study of tho "sea-green
Incorruptible," too humnno to swat n
fly, yot capablo of sending half of
Franco to tho guillotine in order that
tho half that was left might believe
unanimously in tho rights of man
nil this the girl had let go by unhenrd,
in favor, apparently, of tho drono of
a street piano, which enmo In through
tho open window on tho wings of n
prematurely warm March wind. Of
all his philosophizing, there was not a
pen-track to mar tho virginity of tho
page Bho had opened her notebook to
when tho lecturo began.
And then, with n perfectly serious
face, sho had written down his silly
little Joko nbout ndvlco to young girls.
Thero was no reason in tho world
for his paying any special attention to
her; it annoyed him frightfully that
ho did.
Sho was good-looking, of course,
a rather boyishly splendid young cron
turo of somowhoro nbout twenty, with
a heap of chestnut hair that had
n sort of electric vitality abput it. Sho
had a strong chin, with n slight forward
thrust, good straight-looking, expres
sive eyes, nnd n big, wldo, really beau
tiful mouth, with square whlto tooth
In it, which, when sho smllod, ex
erted a sort of hypnotic effect on
him. All that, howovcr, loft unex
plained tho quality sho had of making
you, whatever sho did, irrcstlbly uwuro
of her. And, conversely, uuuwnro of
everyone elso about hor. 1
1 Her name was Rosalind Stanton, but
Ills Impression was that they called her
Rose.
The bell rang out In tho corridor.
Ho dismissed tho class nnd begnn
stacking up his notes. Then, "Miss
Stanton," he said,
Sho detached herself from tho
stream that was moving toward tho
door nnd, with a good-humored look
of inquiry about her very expressive
eyebrows, cumo toward him.
"This is an idiotic question," ho
Bald as sho paused beforo his desk,
"but did you got anything at all out
of my lecturo excopt my bit of faco-
tlqus ndvlco to young girls about to
marry? '
Sho flushed a little (a girl llko that
hadn't any right to flush: It ought
to bo against tho collego regulations),
drew her bows together in a puzzled
sort of way, and then, with her wldo,
boyish, good-humored mouth, Jho smil
ed. "I didn't know it was facetious,"
sho enid. "It struck mo as pretty good.
But I'm awfully sorry if you thought
mo inattentive. You see, mother
brought us up on tho "Social Contract"
nnd the "Ago of Reason," such things,
and I didn't fJut it dowu because . ."
"I saft," he si-ld. "I beg your par
don."
She nulled, perfectly cheerfully
By HENRY
begged his pardon, and assured him
she'd try to do better.
Another girl who hnd been waiting
to speak to the professor, perceiving
that their conversation was at an end,
enmc and stood beside her at tho desk
a scrawny girl with an eager voice,
and a question she wanted to nsk about
Robespierre; and for some reason
or oflier, Rosalind Stanton's valedic
tory smllo seemed to lncludo a con
sciousness of this other girl a con
sciousness of n contrast. It might not
have been any more than that, but
somehow It left tho professor feeling
that he had given himself away.
There Is nothing cloistral about tho
University of Chicago except Its
architecture. As sho wont out Roso
felt that tho presence of a fat abbot
or a lady prioress In tho corridor
outsido the recltatlon-room would have
fitted In admirably with the look of
tho warm gray walls and tho enrven
pointed arches of tho window and
ldor casements, the blackened oak of
tho doors themselves.
Sho wasn't fully conscious of It on
this March morning, but something
had happened that made a difference.
If she'd been ascending an Impercep
tible gradient for tho past months,
today sho had come to a rccognlzablo
step up nnd tnken it. Oddly enough,
tho thing had happened back there In
tho class-room as she stood before the
professor's desk and caught his cyo
wavering between herself and tho
scrawny girl who wanted to nsk a
question nbout Robespierre. Thero
had been mora than blank, helpless
exasperation in that look of his, and
it had taught her something. Sho
couldn't have explained what.
Sho went swinging ulong alone, her
shoulders back, confronting the wnrm
March wind, drawing long breaths Into
her good deep chest. Sho hnd just
had, psychically speaking, a birthday.
Sho played a wonderful game of
basketball that afternoon, and It was
after five o'clock when, nt tho con
clusion of tho game and a cold shower,
a rub, and a somewhat casual re
sumption of her clothes, sho emerged
from tho gymnasium. Illgh time that
sho took tho quickest way of getting
homo, unless sho wanted to bo late for
dinner.
But tho exhilaration of tho day per
sisted. Sho felt llko doing something
out of tho regular routine. Even n
preliminary walk of d mllo or so beforo
sho should cross over and take the
elevated, would servo to sntlsfy her
mild hunger for adventure.
So, with her notebooks under her
arm and hor swenter-Jackot unfasten
ed, nt a good four-mllo swing sho
Btnrtcd north. In tho purllous of tho
university sho was frequently hailed
by friends of her own sex or tho other.
But though sho waved cheerful re
sponses to their greetings, sho mado
She Went Swinging Along, Alone.
hor stride purposeful enough to dis
courage offers of company. Thoy all
seemed young to her today, All her
student activities seemed young, As
if, somehow, sho hnd outgrown them.
Tho fooling was nono tho less real
after sho had laughed at herself for
entertnlnlng It.
Sho noticed presently thnt it was a
good deal darker thanNlt hnd any
right to bo nt this hour, aud tho sudden
fall of tho brcczo and a persistent
Bhlmmor of lightning supplied her with
tho explanation. When sho reached
Forty-seventh street, tho break of tho
storm was obviously a mnttor of
minutes, so she decided to rldo across
to tho olovatod It was another mile,
porlmps rather than to walk across
as sho had meant to do.
Sho found qulto a group of pooplo
waiting on tho cornor for a car, and
tho car itself, when it camo nlong,
wns crowded. So sho hnnded her
nickel to tho conductor over somo-
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body's shoulders, nnd moved back to
tho corner of the vestibule, which
did very Veil until the next stop,
where half a dozen more prospective
pnssongers were waiting. They wero
in n hurry, too, since it had begun In
very downright fashion to ruin.
The conductor hnd been chanting,
"Up In the car, pleasol" In a per
functory cry nil along. But at this
crisis his voice got a now urgency.
"Como on now," ho proclaimed, "you'll
havo to get Inside I"
From tho steps the new nrrlvnls
pushed, the conductor pushed, and tho
sheepllko docility of on American
crowd helped him. Regretfully, with
the rest, Roso mado her way to .the
door.
"Fare, please I" he said sharply as
she came along.
She told him she hnd paid her fare;
but for somo reason he elected not
to believe hor.
"When did you pny?" ho demanded.
"A block back," sho said, "when all
those other people got on."
"You didn't pny It to me," ho said
truculently. "Como nlong! Pay your
fare or get off tho car 1"
"I paid it once," sho said quietly,
"and I'm not going to pay it again."
With that sho started forward toward
tho door.
He reached out across his little rail
and caught her by the arm. It was
a natural act enough not polite, to
bo sure, by no means chivalrous.
But it had n surprising result. The
first thing ho know he found both
wrists pinned In tho grip of two
hands; found himself staring stu
pidly Into n pnlr of great blazing blue
eyes It's a wrathful color, blue, when
you light It up and listening, uncom
prchcndlngly, to a volco thnt said,
"Don't dnro touch mo llko thnt I"
Tho eplsodo might havo ended right
there, for tho conductor's consterna
tion wns complete. But her notebooks
wero scattered everywhere and had to
bo gathered up, and thero wero two
or thrco of tho passengers who thought
tho situation was funny, and lnughcd,
which didn't Improve tho conductor's
temper.
Roso wns aware, as sho gathered up
her notebooks, of another hand that
was helping heir a gloved masculine
hand. Sho took tho books it held out
to her as sho straightened up, nnd said
"Thank you," but without looking
around for tho faco that went with
It. Tho conductor hnd Jerked tho bell
whllo sho wns collecting her notebooks,
nnd tho car was grinding down to a
stop.
"You pny your faro I" ho repeated,
,:or you get off tho car right here I"
"Right hero" was in thelddlo of
what looked llko a lake, and the rain
was pouring down with n roar. Beforo
sho could answer a volco spoke a
volco which, with intuitive certainty,
sho associated with tho gloved hand
that had helped gather up her note
books a very crisp, finely modulated
volco.
"That's perfectly outrageous," it
said. "Tho young lady has paid her
faro."
"Did you sco hor pay it?" demanded
tho conductor.
"Naturnlly not," said tho volco: "I
got on nt tho Inst corner. . Sho was
hero then. But if sho said sho did,
sho did."
It seemed to rcllovo tho conductor
to havo someone of his own sex to
qunrrel with. Ho delivered n stream
of admonition somewhat sulphunJusly
phrased, to tho general effect that any
ono whose concern tho present nffnlr
was not, could, at his option, closo his
Jaw or havo his block knocked off.
Roso becamo awaro that lnsldo a
shaggy gray sleovo which hung besldb
her, thero was a sudden tension of
big muscles; tho gloved hand which
had helped gather up her notebooks
clenched itself Into a formidable fist
Sho spoko quickly and decisively: "I
won't pny another faro ; but, of courso,
you may put mo off tho car."
"All right," said tho conductor.
Tho girl smiled over tho very gin
gerly way In which ho roached out for
her elbow to guldo her uround tho rail
nnd toward tho step. Technically, tho
action constituted putting her off tho
car. Sho heard tho crisp volco onco
more, this timo repenting a number
"twenty-two-ought-five," or something
llko that Just as sho splashed down
Into tho two-Inch lako thnt covered
tho hollow In tho pavement. Tho bell
rang twice, tho car started with a
Jerk, thero was another splash, nnd a
big, gray-clad figuro alighted In tho
lako beside her.
"I'vo got his number," tho crisp
volco said triumphantly.
"But," gasped tho girl, "but what In
tho world did you got off tho car for?"
It wasn't raining. It was doing an
imitation of Niagara Falls, and the
ronr of it almost drowned their voices,
"What did I got off tho car fori"
he shouted. "Why, I wouldn't have
missed it for anything. It was im
monsol It's so confounded seldom,"
ho wont on, "that you find anybody
with backbone enough to stick up for
n principle. . . ."
IIo hoard n brief, deep-throated
Inugh and pulled up short with n
"What'B tho Joke?"
"I laughed," she said, "because you
have been deceived." And she ndded
quickly, "I don't believe It's quite so
deep on the sidewalk, Is it?" Wlth
that sho waded nwny toward tho curb.
He followed, then led tho way to
a lee wall that offered, comparatively
speaking, shelter. Then, "Where's tho
deception?" he nskod.
On any other day, It's probable she'd
have acted differently would have
paid somo heed, though n bit con
tomptously, perhnps, to tho precepts of
ladylike behnvlor, In which she'd been
admirably grounded. Today being to
day, she consigned ladylike considera
tions to the Inventor of them, nnd
gave Instinct its head.
She laughed again ns sho answered
his question : "The deception wns that
I pretended to do It from principle.
The real reason why I shouldn't pny
another fare Is' that I only had one
more nickel. It's only about hnlf n
mile to the station, but from thero
home It's ten. So you sco I'd rather
walk this than that."
"But that's dreadful!" he cried.
"Isn't there . . . Couldn't you let
mo . . ."
"Oh," she said, "It isn't ns bad as
that. It's Just ono of tho silly things
that happen to you sometimes, you
know. I paid my subscription to The
Maroon. . . She didn't laugh
audibly, but without seeing her face
he knew she smiled, the quality of her
voice enriching itself somehow. . . .
"And I nte a bigger lunch than usual,
and that brought mo down to ten
cents."
"You will make n complaint nbout
that, won't you?" ho urged. "Even If
it wasn't on principle that you refused
to pay another faro? And let mo back
you up in It. I've his number, you
know."
"You deserve that, I suppose," sho
snld, "because you did get off the car
on principle. But well, renlly, unless
wo could prove that I paid my faro,
they'd probably think tho conductor
did exactly right. Of course he took
hold of me, but then well, think what
I did to him I"
Ho grumbled that this was non
sense tho man had been guilty at least
of excessive zeal but ho didn't urge
her, any further, to complain.
"There's another car coming," he
now announced, peering around the
end of tho wall. "You will let me
pay your fare on It, won't you?"
Sho hesltnted. The rain was thin
ning. "I would," sho said, "if I honest
ly wouldn't rather walk. Thanks, really
very, very much, though. Don't you
miss It." She thrust out her hand.
"Good-byl"
"I can't pretend to think you need
an escort to tho elevated," ho said. "I
saw what you did to the conductor.
I haven't tho least doubt you could
havo thrown him off tho car. But
I'd really like It very much if you
would let mo walk along with you."
"Why," she said, "of 'course. I'd
llko it, too. Como along 1"
CHAPTER II.
What Happened to Frederlca's Plan.
At twenty-seven, minutes after seven
that evening, Frederlca Whitney was
about ten minutes beforo tho hour nt
which sho had Invited guests to dinner
not qulto near enough dressed to
prevent n feeling that sho had to
hurry. Ordinarily sho didn't mind. To
Frederlca at thirty, the Job of being
a radiantly delightful object of regard
lacked tho sporting interest of un
certainty was almost too simple a
matter to bother about.
But tonight she wished she'd started
hnlf an hour enrllor. Even her hus
band discovered it. no brought in a
cigarette, and stood smiling down nt
her with tho complacent look thnt
characterizes a married man of forty
when ho finds himself dressed In eve
ning harness ten minutes beforo his
wife. Sho shot a glnnco of rueful in
qulry at him, and asked him what time
it was.
"Seven twenty-two thirty-six," ho
told her. Sho mado no comment ex
cept with her eyebrows, but ho must
hnvo been looking at her, for ho want
ed to know, good-humoredly, what all
tho excitement wns about.
"You could go down as you are
and not a man hero tonight would
know the difference. And ns for tho
women well, if they havo something
on you for once, they'll bo nil the
better pleased."
"Don't try to be knowing and philo
sophical, and Havelock Ellis, Martin
dear," sho admonished him, pending
a mlnuto operation with nn infinitesi
mal hnlrpln. "It isn't your lay a bit.
Just concentrate your mind on one
thing, nnd Hint's bolng nlco to Ilor
mlono Woodruff, nnd on seeing that
Roddy Is."
, no nsked,"Why Rodney?" In n tone
that matched hers; looked at her,
widened his eyes, said ''Huh 1" to him
self nnd, finally, shook his head.
"Nothing to it," ho prououncod.
She dispatched tho maid with tho
koy to tho wall safe in hor husband's
room. "Why Isn't there?" Bho demand
ed. "Rodney won't look at young glrK
They boro him to death. But Uer-
gBIiJiHLBilWLJUl I B BIBiiiiWI iWIWMLiiMliJIIIII t mm II ' W I'-
mlone can understand fully half the
things ho talks nbout. She's got lots
of tact and skill, she's good-looking
nnd no older than I nnd I'm two yenrs
younger than Roddy. She'll appreci
ate a real husband, after having been
married five years to John Woodruff.
And she's rich enough, now, so that
his wild-eyed way of practicing law
won't matter."
"All very nice nnd reasonable," he
conceded, "but somehow tho notion of
Rodney Aldrlch trying to marry n
rich widow Is one I'm not equnl to."
Ho looked at his watch again. "By the
way, didn't you sny he was coming
early?"
She nodded. Thoy heard, just then,
faint nnd far away, the ring of the
doorbell.
"Walt a second," he said. "Let's
see If it's Roddy."
There wns no mistaking the volco
they heard speaking the moment tho
Then In the Doorway She Saw Him.
door opened n voice with a crisp ring
to it that sounded always younger than
his years. What they heard tho but
ler say to him was disconcerting.
"You're terribly wet, sir I"
Frederlca turned on her husbnnd a
look of despair. "He's walked through
that rain! Do run down and send
him up to me. I can imagine how he'll
look."
Sho wns mistaken about that,
though. For onco Frederlca had over
estimated her powers, stimulated
though they were by tho way she heard
her husband say:
"Prnlso heaven you can wear my
clothes. Run along upstairs and break
yourself gently to Freddy."
Sho heard him come squudglng up
the stairs and nlong the hall, and
then In her doorway sho saw him. His
baggy gray tweed suit was dark with
water and tpned down by a liberal
stlpplo of mud spatters. Both his sldo
pockets had been, apparently, strained
to the utmost to accommodate what
looked llko n bunch of pasteboard
bound notebooks, now far on the way
to their original pulp, and lopped de
spondently outward. A melaucholy
pool had already begun forming about
his feet. Ills face, above the dis
mal wreck, beamed good-humored, In
nocent affection at her. It was a
big-featured, strong, rosy faco, and tho
unmistakable Intellectual power of it,
which becamo apparent the moment
he got his faculties Into nctlon, had
a trick of hiding, nt other times, behind
a mere robust simplicity.
"Good gracious 1" ho snld. "I didn't
know you wero going to hnvo n party.
I thought it would just bo the family.
So Instead of dressing, I thought I'd
wnlk. And then it camo on to rain,
so I took n street enr and cot nut
k -
off. Aud hero I am."
"Yes, hero you are," said Frederlca
"Don't bo Impossible, Rod. Don't you
oven know whoso birthday party this
is?"
Ho looked at her, frowned, then
laughed. Ho had a great, big laugh.
"I thought It was ono of tho kids',"
ho snld.
"Well, it isn't," sho told him. "It's
yours, And tho people we're hnvlng
wero nsked to meet you. And you'vo
got Just nbout soven minutes to get
Into Mnrtln's other dress suit. I'll
sond Walters to lay it out;"
This bluff young man sur
prises his schomlng sister with
the smart way In which ho
oludes her trap to mnrry him
off road It In tho next Install
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