THE 8EMI.WEEKLY TRIBUNE, NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA.
B m
The Real
Adventure
A NOVEL,
By
Henry Kitchcll Webster
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(Oopjrigbt 1816, Tho Jlobbi-HorrUl Oompanj)
CHAPTER XXIII. Continued.
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There wns something peculiarly hor
rifying to him In the exhibition Han
dolph was inakln;; of himself. He'd
never In his Ufa taken a drink ex
cept convlvlally, and then ho took ns
little as would pass muster, doing off
alono and deliberately fuddling one
self, as a means of escaping unpleas
ant realities, struck him as an act of
tho basest cowardice. Hut for that
picture of Rose ho'd have gone long
ago and left Randolph to his bemused
reflections. Only . . . Hose had
naked him to drop In on the doctor for
a visit. Did she mean she wanted him
to try to help?
He tried, though not very success
fully, to conceal his violent disrelish nf
tho tnsk, when ho said: "Look here,
Jim! What Is tho matter with you?
Aro you sober enough to tell me?"
Randolph put down his glass. "I
have told you," he said. "I'm Eleanor's
kept man. Well kept, oh, yes I Beau
tifully kept. I'm nothing hut a pos
session of hers! A trophy of sorts, an
ornament. I'm something she's made.
I have n big practice. I'm the most
fashlonnblo doctor in Chicago. They
come here, the women, In shoals.
That's Eleanor's dolug. I'm n faker,
a fraud. I poso for them. I play up.
I give them what they want. And
that's her doing. They go silly about
me; fancy they're In love with me.
"I haven't dono a lick of honest work
in tho last ycnr. I can't work. She
won't lot mo work. She smothers me.
Wherever I turn, there Bho Is, smooth
lng things out, trying to mnko It easy,
trying to anticipate my wants. 1'vo
only ono want. That's to bo let alone.
She can't do that. She's Insatiable,
There's always something more sho's
trying to get, nnd I'm always trying to
keep something nwny from her, nnd
falling."
"And why? Do you want to know
why, Aldrlch? That's tho cream of tho
thing. Becauso wo'ro In love with
each other. Bho wants mo to live on
her love. To have nothing elso to llvo
on.
"Do you want to know what my no
tloh of hcavjn Is? It would bo to go
off alone, with ono suit of clothes In
a InxaCVlf? ,oh, nnd fifty or n hundred
dollars In rty pocket I wouldn't mind
that; 1 don't wunt to bo a tramp to
aomo mining town, or slum, whero
could start n general practice; whero
tho things .I'd got would bo accident
cases, confinement cr.ses: real things,
urgent things, that night nnd day aro
nil nlllco to. I'd lllco to start ngaln and
bo poor; got this stlnlc of easy money
out of my nostrils. I'd like to sco If
could mnko good on my own.
"I enmo bnck from New York, after
that look at Rose, meaning to do It;
meaning to tnlk It out with Eleanor
and tell her why. and then go. Well, I
tnlkcd. Talk's cheap. But I didn't go".
I'll never go. I'll go on getting softer
and more of a fnko; mora dependent.
And Eleanor will go on eating mo up
until, tho InBt thing In mo that's mo
myself Is gone. And then, some uny,
she'll look at me r.r.d sco that I'm noth
lng."
Then, with suddenly thickened speech
(nu affectation, perhnps), he looked up
at Rodney nnd demanded:
"What aro you looking so s-solcmn
about? Can't you take a Joko? Como
along nnd hnvo another drink."
"No," Rodney said, "I'm going. And
you'd hotter get to bed."
Rodney walked home that night like
n man dnzed. Tho vividness of ono
blazing Idea blinded him. Tho thing
that Randolph had seen and lncked tho
courago to do; tho thing Rodney do
splsed him for n cownrd for having
failed to do that thln&Itoso had done,
Without knowing It, yielding to
blind, unscrutlnlzed instinct, ho'd want
ed Roso to live on his love. He'd tried
to smooth things out for her, anticipate
her wants. He'd wanted her soft, help
less, dependent. Sho'd seen, even then
something he'd been blind to some
thing he'd blinded himself to: that
love, by Itself, was not enough. That
tt could poison, ns well nslfced.
' But Bho had won, among tho rest of
her spoils of victory, the thing she had
originally sot out to get. Mils mend
ship nnd respect. Friendship, ho ro
incmbored her saying, was u thing you
had to cam. When you'd earned It, it
couldn't bo withheld from you. Well
It was right sho should bo told that
mniln to understand It to tho full. Hu
couldn't ask her to como bnck to him
But she must know that her respect
was as necessary now to him us Bho i
onco Bald his was to her. Ho must seo
her and tell her that.
He stopped abruptly In his walk. His
bones, ns tho Psalmist said, turned to
water. How should ho confront that
Base of hers, which knew ao much nnd
understood bo deeply ho with tho
memory jf his two last ignominious on
eountert wIHi her behind him?
CHAPTER XXIV.
Frlendo.
' for tho vacuum where tho
.til heart of It nil ought to hnvu
. iiftj J Nyvr Tort during
the ycnr tliat put her on the nlghrond
to success us a designer of costumes
for the thentcr wns a good life, broad
ening, stimulating, Reasoning. It rost-
(I, to begin with, on n foundation of
adequate mntcrlnl comfort which tho
unwonted physical privations of the six
months that preceded It mado seem
like positive luxury.
For several months nf ter sho cntne to
New York to work for Gnlhralth she
found him a martinet. Sho never once
aught that twinkling gleam of under
standing In his eye which had meant
so much to her during the rehearsals
of "The Girl Up-Stalrs." Ills manner
toward her carried out tho tone of the
letter sho'd got from him In Chi
cago. It was BtllT, formal, severe. Ho
seldom praised her work, and never
ungrudgingly. His censure wns rare,
too, to be sure, but this obviously wns
because Roso almost never gave him
an excuse for It. Working for him In
this mood gave her tho uneasy sensa
tion ono experiences wjicn wnlklng
abroad under a sultry, overenst sky,
Ith mutterlngs and Hashes In It. And
then one night the storm broke.
They had lingered In the theater
fter tho dismissal of n rehearsal, to
talk over a chnngo In one of the num
bers Rose hnd been working on. It re
fused to come out satisfactorily. Rose
thought she saw a wny of doing It that
would work better, and she had been
telling him nbout It. Eagerly, at first,
nnd with a limpid directness which,
however, beenme clouded und troubled
when sho felt ho wasn't paying nttcn'
tlon. It was a difficulty with hlin sho
had encountered before.
But tonight, nftcr un angry turn
down the nlulo and bnck, ho suddenly
cried out: "I don't know. I don't
now whnt you've been talking about,
don't know, nnd I don't care." And
then, confronting her, their faces not a
foot apart, for by now sho had got to
her feet, his hands gripped together
nnd slinking, his teeth clenched, his
eyes glowing there in tho half-light of
the auditorium almost like an ani
mal's, ho demanded: "Can you sco
whnt's tho matter with mo? Haven't
ou seen It yet?"
Of courso sho saw It now, plainly
enough. Sho sat down again, man
aging an ulr of deliberation nbout It,
and gripped tho back of tho orchestra
chair In front of her. Ho remnlncd
standing over her there in tho nlslc.
When the heightening tension of the
silence that followed this outburst hnd
grown absolutely uncnuurnblo, sho
spoke. But the only thing sho could
llnd to say wus almost ludicrously In
adequate.
"No, I didn't seo It until now. I'm
sorry."
"You didn't boo It." he echoed. "I
know you didn't. You've uover seen
mo at nil, from tho beginning, ns any
thing but u machine. But why haven't
you? You'ro a womnn. If I over saw
a woman in my life, you ro ono nil tho
wny through. Why couldn't you seu
thnt I wns a mnn? It Isn't becuuso I've
got grny hair, nor because I'm fifty
years old. I don't bcllovo you'ro Hko
thnt. But even back thcro in Chicago,
tho night wo walked down tho avenuo
from thnt store or tho night wo
hnd supper together nftcr tho show
"I supposo I ought to hnvo seen," sho
snld dully. "Ought to hnvo known that
that wub all thcro was to It. uut I
didn't."
"Well, you sco It now," ho said snv-
ngcly fulrly, and strode nwny up tho
nlslo nnd then bnck to her. He sat
down In tho sent In front of her und
turned around. "I want to see your
face," ho snld. "There's something
I'vo got to know. Something you've
got to tell me. You snld once, buck
thcro In Chicago, thnt thcro was only
ono person who really mattered to you
want to know who that person Is.
What ho Is. Whether he's still tho ono
person who really matters. If ho Isn't,
I'll tnko my chance."
Remembering tho scene nftcrward,
Roso was a Httlo surprised that she'd
been ablo to answer him as sho did,
without a hosltntlon or a stammer, and
with a straight gazo thnt held his un
til sho had finished.
"Tho only person In tho world," sho
said, "who over has mattered to me, or
over will matter, is my husband. I
fell In lovo with him tho day met him.
I was In lovo with him when I left
him. I'm In lovo with him now. Every
thing I do that's uny good is Just some
thing ho might bo proud of if ho know
It. And every fnlluro Is Just something
I hopo I would make him understand
und not despise mo for. It's mouths
Blnco I'vo seen him, but there Isn't a
day, thcro isn't nn hour In a day, when
I don't think about him and want
him. I don't know whether I'll ever seo
him ngaln, but If I don't, it won't make
uny difference with that. That's why I
didn't seo what I might hnvo seen about
you. It wasn't posslblo for mo to see.
I'd never hnvo seen It If you hadn't
told mo in so many words, Uko this. Do
you seo now?"
Ho turned nwny from her with a nod,
und put his hands up to his face. She
watted n moment to sco whether he
had anything elso to say, for tho habit
of waiting for his dismissal was too
strong to bo broken oven for a situa
tion Uko this. But finding that ho
hadn't, she got up and walked out of
the theater.
There was un hour after sho had
gained tho haven of her apartment
when sho pretty well went to pieces.
So this was nil, wus It. thnt she owed
her Illusory nppenranco of success to?
Tho amorous selfishness of a man old
enough to bo her father I Onco more,
sho blissfully und Ignoruntly unsuspect
ing all tho while, It was lovo that had
mado her world go round. Tho same
attraction thnt James Randolph long
ago had told her about. All sho'd no-
.compllshed In thnt bitter year since
she left Rodney had been to mnko un-
J o'lui mun fuH in lav with her t
It wns natural, of course, that the
relation between them, after that,
should not provo qulto so simple and
manageable. There wero breathless
days when tho storm visibly hung In
tho sky ; there were strained, stiff, self-
conscious moments of rigidly enforced
politeness. Things got said despite his
resolute repression thnt had, as reso
lutely, to be Ignored. But In the Inter
vals of these failures there emerged
a new tiling genuine irienunness,
partnership.
It was Just after Christmas that Abe
Sliuman took her uwny from Gulbrnith
nnd put her to work exclusively on
costumes. And the swift sequence of
events within n month thereafter
launched her in an independent busi
ness: tho new partnership, with tho
details of which, through Jimmy Wnl
lace, you aro already sufllcleuly ac
quainted. Her partner wns Alice Peroslnl. Sho
wns the daughter of u rich Italian
Jew, a beautiful really u wonderful
person to look at, but a Httlo unac
countable, especially with the gorgeous
clothes sho wore, In the circle of wom
en who "did things," of which Roso
had become n part. Roso took her tlmo
about deciding that sho liked her, but
ended by preferring her to nil the rest.
But tho fuct that they had becomo
partners served, somehow, to divert a
relation between them which might
otherwlso hnvo developed Into a flrst
cIiirs friendship. Not thnt they quar
reled, or even dlsuppolnted each other
In tho closo contacts of the day's work.
But at tho end of tho day's work they
tendod to fly apart rather than to stick
together. More and more Roso turned
to Gnlbrnlth for a friendship that real
ly understood; gripped deep.
There were long stretches of dnys,
of courso, when they saw nothing of
each other, and Rose, ns long as sho
had plenty to do, wus never conscious
of missing him. But the prospect of
un empty Sundny morning, for in-
stance, wus always enormously bright
ened If ho called up to say thnt It wns
empty for him, too, und shouldn't they
go for a walk or n ferry-ride some-
where'i
All told, sho learned moro about
men, as such, from mm tlinn ever sue
hnd learned, consciously at least, from
Rodney. She'd never been able to re
gard her husband as u specimen. Ho
was Rodney, sul generis, nnd It hnd
never occurred to her either to general
ize from him to other men or to ex-
plain anything nbout him on tho mere
ground of his masculinity. She began
doing thnt now a little, and the exer
cise opened her eyes.
In n good mnny wnys Gnlbrnlth nnd
her husband wero n good deal alike,
Both wcro rough, direct, a little re
morseless, nnd thcro was in both of
them, right alongside tho best and
finest und clearest things they hnd, nn
unnccountnblo vein of childishness.
Sho'd never been willing to cull It by
that namo In Rodney. But when she
saw It In Galbralth too, sho wondorcd.
Wns that Just tho man of It? Did a
man, as long ns ho lived, need some
body In tho rolo of mother? Tho
thought nil but suffocated her.
Ono Saturday morning, townrd tho
end of May, Galbralth called up nnd
wanted to know If sho wouldn't como
over to his Long Island farm tho fol
lowing morning and spend tho day.
Sho hnd visited tho place two or threo
times, nnd hnd nlwnys enjoyed It lm
monscly there. It wasn't much of n
fnnii, but thcro wns a delightful old
Revolutionary fnrmhouso on It, with
ceilings seven feet high, and casement
windows, and tho floors, of all tho rooms
on different levels: and Galbralth,
there, wus nlwnys quite nt his best. His
sister nnd her husbnnd, whom ho hnd
brought over from Englnnd when ho
bought tho plncc, rnn It for him. Roso
uccepted eagerly.
Gnlbrnlth met her with a dogcart
and n fnt pony, nnd when they had
Jogged their way to their destination,
they spent whnt wns left of tho morn
lng looking over tho furm. Then there
wns a midday furm dinner, which Rose
nstonlshcd herself by dealing with as
It deserved, and by feeling sleepy at
tho conclusion of.
Coming Into tho veranda nbout four
o'clock, nnd finding her, Gnlhralth sug-
Bested that they go for a walk. Two
hours later, having swung her legs over
a stono wall which had a comfortably
Inviting flat top, sho remnlncd sitting
there und let her gnzo rest, unfocused
on tho plcnsnnt farm land below them
After a glance nt her ho leaned bad
igulnst the wull nt her stdo und be
gnn lllllug Ids pipe. Sho dropped her
bund on his nearer shoulder. After
all these months of friendship It was
tho first approach to u caress that had
passed between them. "You'ro a good
friend," sho said; nnd then tho hand
that had rested on him so lightly sud
denly gripped hard. "And I guess
need one."
He went ou filling his pipe. "Any
thing speclnl you need ono for?" he
nsked.
Sho gnvo n ragged little lnugh. "I
guess not. Just somebody strong und
8tcudy to hold on to Uko this."
"Well," ho snld, very deliberately
"you wunt to realize tins: lou say
I'm a friend, and I am, but If there Is
anything la this friendship which can
bo of uso to you, you're entitled to
everything thcro Is In It. Becuuso you
mudo It.'
"Ono person can't make a friend
ship," she said. "But you arc content
with It, aren't you? Llko this?"
Ho smoked In silence for a minute
then: "Why, 'content' Is hardly tho
word for It. When I think whnt It was
I wanted and what you'vo given mo
Instoad something I wouldn't trnd
for all tho lovo In the world."
"I'd Uko to believe It wns a hotter
thing." she said, "hut I'm iifruld I
can't.'
Ki.l'h-'r "Mik1 I W' 11 I wii how
oiu nrc you7 twenty-rour. rcrnaps
when you're llfty-ono you can."
I supposo bo," sho Bald absently.
Perhnps If It wcro u question of
choosing between a lovo thnt hadn't
any friendship In It nnd a friendship
. But It can't bo like that I Can
It? Can't ono have both? Can't n mnn
lovo a woman and be her friend and
partner all at tho same time?"
"I enn't answer for every mun," ho
snld reflectively. "But I've n notion
thnt nlno out of n dozen, If you
could get down to tho nctual bedrock
facts nbout them, would own up thnt If
they were In love with n womnn
really, you know they wouldn't want
her for n partner, nnd wouldn't be
nblo to see her nn a friend. Thnt's Just
n guess, of course. But there's ono
thing I know, nnd thnt is that I
couldn't."
Sho gave n little shiver. "Oh, whnt n
mess It Is I" she snld. "Whnt a per
fectly hopeless blunder it Is I" She slid
down from tho wall. "Come, let's
wnlk."
Ho fell In beside her, nnd they
tramped sturdily nlong for a while in
silence. At Inst ho said : "I don't know
that I enn cxplnln It, but I don't think
I'd cnll it n blunder thnt n strip of spring
steel enn't bend In your fingers Uko
copper, nnd still go on being a spring.
You see, a man wants his work, nnd
then he wants something that's alto
gether upart from his work. Love's
nbout ns far away as anything he can
get. So that tho notion of our work
ing ourselves half to death over tho
sumo Job, nnd then going homo to
gether" "Yes," she admitted. "I enn see thnt.
But that doesn't cover friendship."
no owned that it didn't. "But when
'm In lovo with a woman this Isn't
n fnct I'm proud of, but It's true I'm
culous of her. I want to be everything
to her. I want her to think nobody else
could bo right nnd I bo wrong. And I
want to be nblo to think the snmo of
her." Ho thought it over a bit longer,
and then went on : "No, I've been In love
with women I thought were lying to
me, chcntlng mo; women I've hated;
women I'vo known hated me. But I've
never been In love with a womnn who
wns my friend." Ho hnd been tramp
ing nlong, communing with his pipe,
thinking nloud. If held been watching
Rose's fnco ho wouldn't hnvo gono so
far.
"Well, Jf it's like that" sho said,
and tho quality of her voice drew his
full attention Instantly "If lovo bus to
be like thnt, then the gnmo doesn't
seem worth going on with. You enn't
live with It, nnd you enn't live with
out it." Her volco dropped a little, but
gained In Intensity. "At least I can't
don't believe I can." She stopped
and faced him. "What can ono do?"
she demanded. She turned nwny with
a despairing gesturo and stood gazing
out, tenr-bllnded, over tho little vnlley
the hilltop they hnd reached com
manded. "You want to remember this," he
said at last. "I've been talking about
myself. I might have been different
If my first lovo affair had been nn al
together different thing. And I'm not,
thank God, a fair sample."
"My lovo affair brought me a home
and kids," she said. "There are two
of them twins n year and a half old
now; and I went oft and left them;
left him. I thought that by earning my
own wny, building a life that ho didn't-
surround, as you say, I could win his
friendship. And have his love be
sides. I don't supposo you would havo
believed thcro could bo such a fool In
tho world as I was to do that."
Ho took a while digesting this truly
amazing statement of hers. But nt
Inst ho said : "No, I wouldn't call you
a fool. I call a fool a person who
thinks ho can get something for noth
lng. You didn't think that. You wero
willing to pny a henvy price It must
havo been, too for what you wanted.
And I'vo nn Idea, you know, thnt you
never rcnlly pay without getting some
thing."
"I don't know," sho said raggedly.
"Perhaps . .
There wns a Mcvcn-thlrty train to
town, and they finished their wnlk nt
tho stntlon. Sho got bnck to her apart
mcnt about nine. Two corners of
whlto projected from under her door,
a visiting enrd nnd n folded bit of
pnper. It wns Rodney's enrd, nnd on
It ho'd written: "Sorry to hnvo missed
you. I'll como back nt eight."
Her slinking fingers fumbled pit!
fully over tho folds of tho note, but
she got It open at Inst. It wns from
him, too. It road:
Dear Rose: This la hard luck. I sup
poso you'ro oft for a week-end some
wnero. I want vory mucti to seo you
When you como back and have leisure
for mo will you call me up? I know
how busy you are, so I'll wait until
hoar from you. RODNEY.
When the telephone girl switched
her to the Information desk, and the
information clerk said. "Mr. Rodney
Aldrlch? Just a moment," nnd then
"Mr. Aldrlch Is in fifteen nnunht five.'
tho dry contraction in her throat mado
It Impossible for lier to speak. Sho
couldn't answer Ills first "Hello," and
ho said It Raln, sharply, ."Hello, what
Is it?"
And then suddenly her volco camo
bnck. A vnlco thnt startled her with
Its distinctness, "nello, Rodney," sho
said, "this Is Rose."
There was a perfectly blank silence
nfter thnt, nnd then tho crisp volco of
nn operator somewhere! "Wnltlng?"
"Yes," sho heard Rodney say, "get
off tho line." And then to her: "
came to sec you this afternoon, nnd
nguln tonight."
"Yes, I know," she snld. "I just
this julnuto got in. Can't you come
back again now?" How In the world
sho wondered, could sho manngo her
voter llko that! From tho way It
rm.lcl,sho might hnve been speaking
I u A4i-m Peroslnl; nud yet her huk-
lng hand could hardly hold tl! i.
eclver. She heard him say :
"It's pretty late, isn't It? I don't
want to . . . You'll be tired
nnd . . ."
"It's not too lato for me," sho said,
"only you might come before It gcti
any later."
Sho managed to wait until sho heart
him say "All right" beforo sho hung
up the receiver. Then a big, racking
sob, not to bo denied nny longer,
pounced upon her and shook her.
CHAPTER XXV.
Couleur-de-Rose.
It wns nltogcthcr fortunate for Roto
that she had attempted no prepara
tion, becnuse the situation she found
herself In when Bhe'd opened tho door
for her husband, shnken hands with
him, led him Into her sitting room and
asked him to sit down, was one which
tho wildest cast of her Imagination
would never have suggested as a pos
sible one for her nnd Rodney.
It wns his manner, sho felt sure,
thnt hnd crcuted It; his rather formnl
nttltude; the wny he held his hat. It
was the slightly anxious, very deter
mined attitude of an estlmnblo and
rather shy young mnn making his first
cnll on n young lndy upon whom he Ik
desperately desirous of making a fa-
ornble impression.
And ho wns Rodney, and Bho was
Rose. It wus like nn absurd dream.
"Won't you smoke?" she asked sud
denly, nnd hurried on when he hesi
tated. "I don't do it myself, but most
of my friends do, nnd I .keep tho
things." From n drawer In her writing
desk sho produced a tin box of elgu-
ettes. "They're your kind unless
ou'vo changed," she commented, and
went over to the mantel-shelf for an
ash tray and n mntch safe. The mntch
snfc wns empty and she left the room
to get a fresh supply from her kitchen.
On tho Inner fnco of her front door
was a big mirror, nnu m it, as sue
camo back through tho unllghted pus
sago, sho saw her husband. He wan
sitting just as she'd left him, and n
his face was pnrtly turned away from
her, It could not hnve been from Uto
expression of it thnt she got her revela
tion. But sho stopped there in tho
dnrk und cnught her brenth nnd leaned
bnck ugninst tho wall and squeezed
the tears out of her eyes.
He stayed thnt first evening a little
less than an hour, nnd when he got
up to go she mnde no effort to detnln
him. Tho thing had been, ns its un
broken surface could satisfy, a highly
successful first call. Beforo she let
him go, thengb, she asked him how
long he was going to bo in New York,
and on getting a very Indeterminate
answer which offered a minimum of
"two or threo days" and a maximum
thnt could not even be guessed nt, sho
snld:
"I hopo you're not going to be too
drcndfully busy for us to seo a lot of
each other. I wish we might manaye
it once every day."
That shook him; for a moment,
she thought the lightning was golfg
to strike, and stood very still holdlug
her breath, wnltlng for it.
But ho steadied himself, said Be
could certainly manuge thnt If sho
could, and, as the elevator camo up In
rcsponso to her ring, said that he would
cull her up in the morning at her olllcs,
As she cuddled her cheek Into tho pil
low that night, Rose smiled her old,
wldo smile. Sho was the happiest per
son. In tho world.
That manner of Rodney's lasted re
curred, nt lenst, whenever Rose ncd
ho wero together nlmost unnltered, for
two whole dnys. There wns a visit
of his to her workshop, where he lis
teued Intently to her explanations of
her tools nnd her working methods,
There wns n luncheon, at which, ua-
wincing, ho mnde her tell him tno
whole story of her success; nnd
dinner und theater, after which he
brought her homo In a taxi, nnd, liar
lng told tho chauffeur to wait, formal
ly escorted her to the elevator. But
with tho last of the next day's light,
tho lco broke up nnd tho floods came,
She. hnd taken him to a studio tea
In tho upper sixties Just off West Ead
nvenue, the proprietors of the studio
being a tousled, bearded; blond eh
nrchlst of n pninter nnd his exceod
lngly pretty, smnrt, frlvolous-looklSf
wife.
Thoitwo men had Instinctively drnvrn
controversial swords nlmost at night
of each other, and for the hour nnd a
hulf that they wero together tho com
bat raged mightily, to the unmixed
sntlsfnctlon of both pnrtlclpnnts. Tao
feelings of tho bystanders wero per
haps moro diverse, but Rose, nt leaat
enjoyed herself thoroughly, over seeing
her husband's big, formidable, finely
poised mind In action again. The tnlk
of course, ranged everywhere: soclnl
Ism, feminism, law nnd Its crlmrn.
art, nnd the soclnl mind.
It was half-pnst six or thereabouts
when they left the studio, nnd the Info
May nfternoon wns nt Its loveliest. "!
want to walk," Bald Rose, "nfter that
tea, if I'm ever to wnnt nny dinner."
He nodded a little absently, sBe
thought, and fell In step besldo her,
There was no mention at nny time of
their destination.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Art of Hanging Pictures.
Pictures should hnvo a strong bait?
below, n Inrgo centerpiece above, and
a higher point above this, thereby
meeting architectural demands. A sofa
against the wall, or a bookcase, or a
largo tnhlo may form the base, with
nn importnnt picture us the center
piece, either squnro or oblong. At all
events the base should bo wider than
tho structuro above, and there should
bo n higher point of apex. The host
of ono's pictures should h pint
over the flrplac.
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BOYS MAKE BEST AIR PILOTS
More Likely to Possess Dashing and
Intrepid Qualities That Make
Ideal Aviators.
War aviation, with Its exceptional
dangers and Its demands for supreme
courage, is peculiarly a service for
volunteers. But It has been demon
strated, says St. Nicholas Magazine,
that the younger the wnr pilot tho
more likely Is he to possess those
dashing nnd Intrepid qualities that
make the Ideal nlr fighter. Conse
quently, tho government Is opening
wide the door of the aviation servlco
for volunteers under twenty-one, tho
conscription nge. The nrray Is nlready
giving olllcers' commissions to young
men nineteen years of age, while tho
navy has reduced Its limit to eighteen
yenrs. Only commissioned olllcers nro
permitted to opernte Amerlcnn mllltnry
nlrplunes, so all our fliers will get
commissions.
Boys considerably younger than
eighteen can be thinking now of be
coming war pilots, with rcasonnblo
expectations of seeing nctual service.
As long as the war goes on, tho air
craft program will keep growing, since
only the declnrntlon of pence will jus
tify a lessening of our effort.
First, let us see the qualifications
of those suited to wnr nvlntlon. Tho
nthlctlc typo of boy Is preferred. To
hnve been n member of a team Is
usually a good indication of pluck nnd
persistence. A sound physique, nnd
good vision nnd hearing, are absolute
ly necessary. The Ideal airman has a
cool head ; he Is ablo to act quickly In
emergencies. It Is Important, too, that
tho war pilot bo an accurate observer
and equally important that he possess
tho ability to form correct Judgments.
When Man Is Caught.
Mnny n man has been caught at his
own foolish gamo by pcoplo who let
him think ho wns fooling. them.
Taking Long Chance.
Captain Boden, of Panama, recently
bought salvage rights to a bout sunk
22 yenrs ago.
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