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"Th Whirlpool,'" "lUch Mnn, I'oor Mun," and "The Trnp." Copyright by United Feature Syndicate ?-..-.- -."".".''."..".". f MAXIMILIAN FOSTER Maximilian Foster says of him self Hint ho writes only when there Is no tlnhlnsl And fishing is moro than a hobby with hln for he has Invented a liy that Id not only a. winner In snaring trout, but 1ms OQUal tncrlt In catching nalmon. He will talk to you at length about tho piscatorial sport, but he Is most reluctant to toll you how nnd when he started 'his career as an t author. I met him first some years ngo In Malno, and It took nil dny bo fore I elicited the following facta: Duo to a deslro to support him self by writing, ho Joined tho news paper world fur tho reuson that ho believed that tho nowspiiports sup plied tho best expurlcnco. "Tho young writer," he says, "has Ultlo experience of life, but on a news paper he not only widens lila own, but gains a. knowledge of other people's." Mr. Foster's first story, 10,000 I words In lenKtli and sold to tho Atlantic Monthly, was written en tirely at night In a newspaper of fice. Ho was doing rewrlto work at the time, and would write down a page of that and then turn to a pago of his own story. It was a long and laborious Job, but after that first Huccess hu sold many stories to the Atlantic Monthly. Ho has written much llctlon which appeared In the leading magazines. Mr. Toster attributes his success to his eight years of work In the newspaper world, but hu has an other record. During the time wo were In the great war he was Unit ed States government correspond ent abroad. "Mi-j. Redmond's Shame," written expressly for tho Star Author Se ries of Matrimonial Adventures, carries Its own particular messago to the married. MA11Y STEWAIIT CUTTING, JR. h.. ......-............. --....-....tg) It was a quarter to eight that morn ing a full fifteen minutes past the usual hour when the door of Red mond's bedrooom opened nnd Redmond hastily emerged. In the same hnste ho hurried toward the stairs. He was late, that was all there wns to It late at breakfast; and, ns he reached the stairs, his eyes on the hall clock as he brisked along, his absorbed, somcwhnt boyish face wore on It a look of con cern not unmixed with guilt. "Dear, dear!" he clucked. To be late nt one's own brenkfast table is, of course, not so heinous nu offense; but, as Redmond's haste de noted, tho enso here was different. Tfme nnd with It promptness natu rally concerned n woman as active and Influential ns Redmond's wife. At any rate, In tho life, tho enreer she had made for herself, Mrs. Redmond long had found It necessary to regulate her duy to a schedule, every minute of which was actively employed. She was, In fnct, that Myrtn Redmond whose prominence ns president of the Wom en's Stuto Civic Federation was state wide, If not nntlonnl ; nnd with the de mands this and her other activities mnde upon her, It wns only reasonable that Redmond should do nothing to conflict with her nppolnted plans. He was, It seems, the minor ofllcinl of an Insurance compnny in the city. An absorbed and reticent, self-effacing person, Redmond seldom If ever came in contact with his wife's official life. Even If he hnd, however, It's un likely that ho would have made much of nn Impression on her wide circle of acquaintances, her social and polltlcnl associates. Among people of affairs, tho selected, active, set that surround ed Myrtn Redmond, ho would'' have been adjudged obscure, porhnps Inef fectual In a word, one they termed "domestic." Thnt, Indeed, was the word. True, onco In his wife's career, though tt was only once, Redmond had appeared ns honorary secretary of a meeting Mrs. Redmond hnd convened, the original appointee having succumbed at the final moment to a distressing at tack of migraine. Ills' shy embarrass ment, however his Ignornncc, too, of the mere fundamentals of parliamen tary law at once hnd betrayed his un fitness; and, propelled from one em bnrrasslng blunder Into another, the ladles, his wife's associates and her self Included, had diplomatically re lieved him of the place. The hall downstairs was long nnd spacious. It was, In fact, In character with all the house spacious not only, but even vast. However, though there wore only these two to occupy It they, John Redmond nnd his wife this, too, hnd Its explanation. Space, or as Myrta termed It, "scope," Myrta In her active life needed nnturnlly; und It wns for this the house had been selected, u habitation suitably room able for committee meetings, for cau cuses nud the like. But then, this air of largeness, of "scope," was due not entirely to the size of the structure It self; the furnishings thnt, or, rather, the lack of them, accented this; and, as Redmond hastened along the hull, the sight of Its present bnre emptiness mieked him with another thrust of conscience, n stab. Tonight a meeting, n committee caucus, was to bo held. Myrtn's enndhhicy and her campaign for n slate olllco were to ho ritacuswed ; and already the man-of-all-work, prompt at the lask, had begun to move out the chairs, tho tables and other furnishings. Later, they would bo re placed by rows of folding stools char tered from the local undertaker. Redmond's concern grew more evi dent. He was still hurrying; but as he reached the brcakfart room nnd stepped Inside he stopped abruptly. "Hello 1" he exclaimed. The breakfast room wns vacant. Mrs. Redmond was neither there, nor, ns It appeared, had she already break fasted and go!ic;nnd, staring nt her empty place, Redmond's astonishment grew. The day was ono of vital Importance to Ms wife. At 8 p. in. thv caucus would bo called; and from now till then every moment of her time would be taken, planning, arranging, seeing fellow members, mnrshallng all her forces for the night. The olllco she sought was that of stato supervisor, the peak, the apex of all her present activities and ambitions; and, ns Red mond knew too, her candidacy for tho place was to be no easy victory. Al ready opposition hnd reared Its head; and, his air of questioning, his ustonlsh ment growing on him, Redmond hur riedly drew out his wnteh. Ho had made no mistake, however. It was a quarter to eight fifteen min utes pnst the hour; nnd again Red mond shot n glance nt his wife's vu cant plnce. Ho was still standing there, vntch In hand and wondering, when the pan try door opened, nnd a gaunt, nngulnr figure In cap and npron appeared. It wns'a maid, tho Redmond's wnltress. "You're Into," she greeted abruptly, bluntly. Redmond know he wns. That, how ever, did not concern him now. Neither wns ho the more concerned In tho mnld's brusque abruptness. Of his own choice, Redmond would have preferred n different, less thln-llpped, sere and flint-eyed llebe to serve him his repnsts; but Mrs. Redmond, natii rally, had mnde the choice. The wom an, Harriet Llpp, was n protege of hers, a fragment, In fnct, of (hat ifu mnn social-wreckage Myrta Redmond, In pnrt with her career, made It n habit to snatch from troubled waters and rolnunch again In life. Tho wait ress. In fact, owed not only her pres ent place to Mrs. Redmond, she owed also her liberty to her, Mrs. Red mond's Influence with the state pnrdon board having obtained narrlct LIpp's release from n three-years' sentence In the pcnltentlnry. As Mrs. Redmond, however, had pointed out, It was for n crime of violence, not one of Ignoblo mennness or stonlth, for which Har riet had been committed; but of this distinction, n difference In Mrs. Red mond's view, Redmond was not think ing now. "Where's your mistress?" he In quired. "Upstairs," the woman answered, briefly. The reply, too, was ns blunt, ns brusque ns It wns brief; and, his dis taste of her growing, Redmond stared nt tho womnn. "When Is Mrs. Redmond coming down?" ho nsked. Hnrrlet LIpp's air did not alter. "She ain't," she answered, and Red mond stnrted. "What?" "She's breakfasting nbed," said Har riet Llpp. "In bed?" Redmond echoed. "Uh huh!" repented narrlet Llpp. Wondering, vaguely perturbed now, Redmond wnndered to tho table. In the same wonder he drew out a chair nnd seated .himself, tho mnld watch ing him with hnrd, aggressive eyes. It was nothing new, though, that Red mond should breakfast alone. Often, in her full, active life, Mrs. Redmond wns up and nwny even beforo ho hnd come downstairs. There were days, too, often weeks, when her offlclnl du ties, public nffnlrs, called her entirely from her home. No, to be nlono wns nothing now. But now . . . Mrs. Red mond breakfasting In bed. Thnt was new, yes. A womnn's trick thnt breakfast In bed. It was a trick, too, .a woman's trick, of a sort that Myrta heretofore would have scorned. Tho soft, tho In dulgent, the femininely feminine things popularly presumed of womankind, Mrs. Redmond Instinctively and con temptuously disdained. To her they meant but one thing, a confession of sex, of the weakness a confession of ser involved. Tho parity of the sexes, the abolition, rnther, of all sex, that was Mrs. Redmond's watchword. "norel" Redmond said sharply to tho maid, "bring mo my eggs nnd cof fee." He sat there, staring nt his hands. Something had happened, ho saw that; something visibly out of the wny. Red mond, In fnct, In the twelve yenrs of his married life, had grown, If only subconsciously, too familiar with his wife's ways, her habitude, not to sense thnt something unusunl had occurred to her. Its Indications, however, were not merely tho otherwise trivial cir cumstances of her brnnkfastlng In bed; of late he hnd noted In his wifo's usunl calm, her somewhat complacent self-restraint, n hint of nerves, of tem perament n reaction ns If sho labored under some secret weight, n burden. Uneasy, now, n frown puckered on his brow. What had troubled her? ho wondered, his uneasiness gnlnlng ground. It wob rnrely, If ever, now, In those later yenrs that Mrs. Redmond con Ailed In the mnn she'd married. Be tween the two It was as If the usual marital situation had become reversed he, not she, the dependent; she the master hand. The chnngo, however, If such had happened, wns not Just equitable; for Redmond, If he wero the Inferior, bent under whnt virtual ly was a double responsibility, tlmt of the provider, tho ono who brought In the living; with that, he, to all In tents and purposes, ran the household as well. Of that never mind, however. With all the other calls on Mrs. Red mond there might have been no house hold, save that John Redmond had stepped Into the breach. He had not complained. Overshadowed by his wife, submerged In her growing promi nence, the udiled task John Redmond hail shouldered as If n duty, his. j He was not thinking of It now. He wan not thinking, either, of how he himself hatf become submerged, thrust Inconspicuously Into tho background of their married life. Wonder still reigned mining his thoughts; and, In their confusion, his mlud leaped with a quick Informality from one thought to another. It Is tho wny with thoso who mull things over, solitaries. Some thing was wrong, wrong with Myrta Redmond; and his mind dwelt on that; something wrong with Myrln. With Myrtn, yes, not Just Mrs. Red mond. You understand, no doubt. In other words, there wero In Redmond's mind two figures, always two: Myrta, first; then well, tho other, Mrs. Red monil. The two were vividly distinct. Myrta, tho one he'd married, had (to him) never changed; sho still was the one. the same; but the other, the Mrs. Redmond who'd taken his name, still was using it she nnd Redmond were far npurt. It was only nt odd Intervals now, brief nnd far apart, that tho Myrtn he'd married came hack to him. She wns still there, though. She was there now. Trouble .... A "mere" husband, an appendage. Well, the term fitted well enough. It was queer, though, the twist the mo ment gave to It. In trouble, If sho were, Mrs. Redmond wns not merely Mrs. Redmond. Ho was a husband yes; nnd Instinctively to lilm sho be came transformed. Sho wns Myrtn; nnd ns Myrta, his wife, If Myrta need ed help .... Redmond, stnrtllng, had half risen from his chair when the pnntry door opened, nud the woman, Harriet Llpp, stalked forth. "There's y'r eggs," sho pronounced. Redmond resumed his sent. To Myrtn he could have flown, offering nld. To Mrs. Redmond well, thnt wns different. He sat there, mooning. The Llpp womnn had withdrawn; nnd his eggs grew cold within the cup. Mulling It over, his thoughts were now going nt full tilt, gnlloplng. In tho way with those who moon, who mull, one thing ran Into another, piling up In magni tude, if something really was wrong, what wns It? A hundred thoughts raced Into his mind . . . Politics , , , Schemes . . . Blots for place, for pow er. .. . With women, women didn't differ much from men. Politics, too, wero Mrs. Redmond's dnlly pabulum. Had she done something? Had she compromised herself? Unwitting had sho let herself Into something ugly? Vngue stories, sinister whispers of poli tics, public nffnlrs, lenped Into his re membrance. Her ambitions ho know. He knew, too, that she that Is, Mrs. Redmond would mnko no distinction In methods. "In politics no sex" wns the watchword of these women, Mrs. Redmond's associates, hers as well. They fought with the same tools as tho men. But If Myrtn .... Myrtn ngnln Myrtn, not Mrs. Red mond. An exclnmntlon, sharp, ex plosive, escaped him. Shoving back Ills chair he rose abruptly. Harriet Llpp, as If her eye had been glued to the crack In the pantry door, nt once shoved It open. "Sny, you ain't ct y'r breakfus'l" she barked. Redmond hnd flung down his nnpkln on tho cloth. He looked at the figure In the doorway. "What did your mistress say?" ho demanded. Harriot LIpp's eyes narrowed de fensively. "Sny when?" she countered. "This morning Just now!" rapped Redmond, his temper rising. "Is she HI?" ho snnpped again. "No, sho nln't 1" the womnn an swered. "Then why Isn't Bhe coming down?" nsked Redmond. ' With direct flnnllty tho woman an swered him. "She's n-breakfustln' a bed," snld Harriet Llpp. Tlmt ended It. For n long moment afterwards the hard-featured maid stood there at tho pantry door, one hand nt her brenst, her face strained ns she gnzed nfter him. A breath csenped her. Tho mys tery of nil this, though, was not re vealed to Redmond. Alrendy ho was at tho stairway hurrying upwnrd. Mrs. Redmond's room was at tho front of tho house, on tho floor above. For years four years now, nenrly Ave sho and her husband hnd occu pied separate rooms. As Redmond reached tho door he paused. Ills bund uplifted, he mndo as If to knock, then desisted. Standing there, ho put one ear to tho panel und listened. It wns only for an Instant, though. Tho next Instnnt, without even the formality of a knock, he thrust open the door and stepped Inside. "Myrtn I" ho exclaimed. Sho lay there nmong the coverings of the bed, her back to him ; nnd as he entered, calling to her, she did not move. Along the pillows tho musses of her thick, silky hnlr, llko ropes of burnished copper, Iny strewn; nnd above the coiintorpnuon limp, slender arm, girlishly rounded and pink, re vealed itself. Sho was still young, only n year or so over thirty; and now, as Redmond looked nt her, her figure nmong tho coverings seemed nppeal Ingly slight and youthful. More than that, though, In Its suplun poso nt the moment there wns a suggestion of lax ity, of helpless dejection thnt ho wai quick to see. "Myrtn I" ho cried again. Sho onswered him then. It wns, however, Mrs. Redmond rather than tho Myrtn he called who spoke, Nor did she turn. From nmong the pillows her voice rose, formal and precNe the voice of Mrs. Redmond, the public woman's voice. "What Is It?" she Inquired. Redmond paused midway across tho room. His air, his look, cagor and nnxlous, nltored, too. "You all right?" he questioned. A pause. She still did not turn, and In the pause he stirred uncomfort ably. Then from tho bed came her voice, Its note, as before, still precise. "All right? . . . Why do you ask, pray?" Uncertulnly, he took n step townrd her. "Why, you see, you didn't como to your breakfast," he faltered. Again she replied, this time with n chnngo, a note of petulanco In her voice. "I'm breakfast lag here," she said. "I know but the meeting tonight's your time," he fullered again. Another pause. Then, from the pil lows tho reply. It came slowly, as If, with the effort, ponderously. "There Is to be no meeting," snltl Mrs. Redmond. "What?" Interrogated Redmond. A movement of restless lmpatlenc stirred nmong the pillows. "I Iinvo called It off canceled It." Perplexed, he ruffled up his brows. "You have postponed It?" ho In quired. There wns again a movement nmong tho pillows, sharp, vehement, visibly emphatic. "I havo told you once," Mrs. Red mond snld, ns sharply; "there Is to bo no meeting. Thnt Is enough, Isn't tt?" sob uttered crisply. "Myrtn 1" exclaimed Redmond. Swiftly he hastened to tho bed. In tho same haste, tho alert alarm bred of his concern for her, he laid n hand upon her shoulder. "Myrtn I .. . My dear!" "Let mo alone, pray!" Mrs. Red mond directed nnnoyedly. Tho bund on her shoulder she shook nwny. With tho samO movement sho drew tho coverings about her. This, too, sho did with a cold, formal delib eration whoso dignity wns unmistak able. Now, however, wonder, trepida tion, too, had tho better of Redmond, nnd ho missed tho majestic rancor of the gesture. "Myrtn, what's wrong? What's hap pened? Tell mel" he cried. Sho turned then, momentarily tense, her fentures vital with the emotion she still strove to repress. Her volco harsh, she spoke Mrs. Redmond. ' "You, of course, would not under stand. It's ended Hint's nil," Bho snld. Redmond gaped. "Ended I Whnt's ended?" "Everything for the time, nnywny," sho replied. "I'm dono for, that's enough, Isn't It?" "I")ono for?" Her lip for an Instnnt curved bit terly. "You henrd me 1" she returned. "You don't suppose for n moment, do you, thnt I could run now for that ofllcct" She laughed harshly. "This year?" She laughed again, tho laugh moro rasping ; and, his Jaw dropping, agape, Redmond stared at her. "Myrtn 1" Among the pillows she ngaln guvo her shoulders u shrug. "Bah I . . . Fancy facing thoso wom en now!" The women she meant ho knew. They wero those other women, her ns soclates public women llko Mrs. Red mond herself. Why, however, sho could not face them Redmond had yet to grasp. Startled, ho caught swiftly at his breath. Then, ns ho stnred down nt her, the thought, the suspicion nl ready that morning engendered In his mind, saw In her strained, embittered fnco the nnswerlng echo, nn alllrmn tlve. Shnme! . . . "Myrtn," said Redmond, his volco thick, "whnt havo you done?" "I?" Sho looked up nt him shnrf.iy, toss Ing from her brow tho thick, bronzed masses of her hair. "What I You mean you don't don't understand?" "What's wrong, Myrta? Tell me," said Redmond, stoutly. "I'M help you, I'll stand by you, dear. If It's troublu If even It's wrong " "Wrong?" "Yes, If even shame " Ho got no further. A laugh, sharp and Intolerantly bitter nnd disgusted, camo from among tho pillows. It caught Redmond midway In his words, nnd left him, like a stranded fish, gasp ing Impotently. "You dolt, you numbskull!" oald Mrs. Redmond. She told him then. It wns to Red mond, too, tho news wns, as If she, Mrs. Redmond, had reached from the bed nnd felled him to tho floor. Ho stood riveted. Then Into his face, his eyes, leaped tho light, transfiguring llko n swift burst of sunshine through u cloud. "Myrtn!" he shrilled. Radiant, quivering to his feet, had ho dared ho would huvo rouched down nnd gath ered her to his arms. , He dnred not, though. It was Mrs. Redmond, her fnco distorted with the bitterness of her defeated ambitions, that gazed up at him from among tho pillows. "PHlinwl" she said, her Up curled anew "you're llko all men, all you husbands. That's all you think about I" She guvo her shoulders anrfther dis gusted, embittered shrug. "Go uwny leave me; I want to sleep," she said. Redmond went. It was as If ho went, too, trending tho mouutalntops. WOIWSHEALTH RESTORED She Claims Lydia E. Pinlcfcam's Vegetable Compound Did It After Everything Else Failed Mllwnukoo, Wisconsin. "I feel thnt I ought to lot you know about my case. I was ninng and could barely do my house work and washing I was so run-down, just from having ono child. I took a lot of medicines and hnd doctoro. Thon I gavo them all up and took Lydia E. Pinkham's Vogotablo Com pound and I feci wonderfully good now. I do every thing that comes a onjr. and wo all taks your medicino no a tonic when wo don't feel lust so. 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