K3& .PvseTcMWfflSTSJiivwWHi S1MB1S SSJiSlSliiSSKl!?WiW jBiLurjajuiieAwvJK!i e.xw-r' . tv - "ywrwytg' vn s&f i i i .11 " ' " ' ' '' " " ' ' , ' V, A ,. t " i"4 .. ' By Beeth TarKmgJten Beeth Tarkingten """ HU'' i,lfc WiMer of the Pulitzer $1000 prize -awarded by Columbia University for the novel best presenting the wholesome atmosphere of American life. At fifty-two he is producing- mere and better stories than ever in hit career. He says he sometimes iverks twenty-two hours a day. Here is his latest short story. It has never been published before. You'll be delighted with its simple charm and telling humor. This is the first of the series of twenty-three new short stories based en little episodes of married life, by the, biggest modern American fiction writers, one of which will appear each Saturday HI TlGHLAND PLACE" was one of W these new little cress-streets in a new little bosky neighbor hood, "grown up ever night," as we say, meaning grown up in four or five years; 60 that when citizens of the elder and mere solid and soiled central parts of the city come driving through the new pirt of a Sunday afternoon in spring, they say: "My goodness, when did this happen? Why, It doesn't, seem mere'n a year or re since we used te have Fourth e' July picnics out here! And new just leek at it all built up with bride-and-groom houses I" "Highland Place" was the name given te this cress-street by the speculative land company that had "developed" it, and the only reason they had net named it "Waverley Place" was that they had already produced a "Waverley Place" a block below. Beth "Places" were lined with green-trimmed, small wjiite houses, 'frame" or stucco; and, although the honeymoon suggestion was architectur ally se strong, as a matter of fact most of the inhabitants held themselves te be "settled old married people," some of the couples having almost attained te a Tin Wedding Anniversary. The largest of the houses in "Highland Place" was the "hollow-tile and stucco residence of Mr. and Mrs. Geerge M. Sul lender." Thus it had been defined, under a photographic reproduction, with the caption "New Highland Place Sullender Heme," in one of the newspapers, net long after the little street had been staked out and paved; and since the "Sullender Heme" was net only the larg est house, but the first te be built in the "Place," and had had its picture in the paper, it naturally took itself for granted as being the most important. Yeung Mrs. William Sperry, whose equally young husband had just bought the smallest but most conspicuously bride-and-groom cottage in the whole "Place," was net se deeply impressed with the Sullender importance as she should have been, since the Sperrys were the newcomers of the neighborhood, had net yet been admitted te its intimacies and might well have displayed a mere amiable deference te what is established. "Ne," Mrs. Sperry told her husband, when they get home after their-first ex perience of the "Place's" hospitality, a bridge party at the Sullenders, "I just can't stand these people, Will! They're really awful!" "Why, what's the matter with 'em?" he inquired. "I thought they were first rate. They seemed perfectly friendly and hospitable and " "Oh, yes: lord-and-lady-ef-the-nianor entertaining the tenantry! I don't mind being tenantry," young Mrs. Sperry ex plained, "but I can't stand the lord-and-lady-of-the-manor style in people with a nine-room house and a one-car garage!" "One-car it may be," her husband laughed, "but it has two stories. They nave a chauffeur, you knew; and he lives " the upstairs of the garage." "Se that entitles the Sullenders te the manor style?" "But I didn't notice any of that style," he protested. "I thought they seemed right nice and cordial. Of course, Sul lender feels that he's been making quite success in business and it naturally pves him a rather condescending air, but he s really all right." 'He certainly was condescending," she grumbled, and went en, with some satire: Did you hear him allude te himself as 'realtor'?" "Well, why shouldn't he? He is one. flat's his business." "My lord, the realtor!" Mrs. Sperry ied mockingly. "There ought te be an opera written, called 'El Realtor,' like one there used te be with the title Janitor.' These are such romantic der,-!i ,Toreadei'' 'Realtor,' 'Humi- "Here, here!" her husband said. "Calm qewn! Yeu seem te have get yourself forked up into a mighty sarcastic mood "r some reason. These people only want J e nice te us and they're all right." JJRS. SPERRY looked at him coldly. f. ."Pid yu hear Mr. Sullender saying w his company had sold seven 'homes' this month?" she inquired. h, you can't expect everybody te Knew all the purist niceties of the lEng "f". language," he said. "Sullender's all "ght and his wife struck me as one of we nicest, kindest women I ever " . j Mr8, sPerfy echoed loudly ne doesn't step at being 'kind.' She's CuiV'l ender 80 wgMcnlly lv' f tnat she can't possibly pronounce k ene-syllabled word without making two syllables of it! Did you notice that she said yay-yus' for 'yes' and 'no-eh' for 'no'? I de hate the turtle-dove style of talking, and I never met a worse case of it. Mrs. Sullender's the sweetest sweet woman I ever saw in my life, and I'm positive she leads her husband a deg'a life!" "What nonsense!" "It serves him right for his realterlng, though," Mrs. Sperry added thoughtfully. 'He ought te have that kind of a wife!" "But you just said she was the sweet est -" "Yes, the sweetest sweet-woman I ever saw. I de hate the whole clan of sweet women!" The young husband looked perplexed. "I don't knew what you're talking about," he admitted. "I always thought " "I'm talking about the sweet-woman type that Mrs. Sullender belongs te. They use intended sweetness. They speak te total strangers with sweetness. They wear expressions of saintly sweetness. Everybody speaks of a sweet-woman with loving reverence, and it's generally felt that it would be practically immoral te contradict one of 'em. Te be actually sassy te a sweet-woman would be a cardinal sin! They let their voices linger beautifully -en the air and they listen, themselves, te the lovely sounds they make. They always have the most ex quisitely self-sacrificing reasons for every action of their lives; but they de just exactly what they want te de, and everybody else has te de what a sweet woman wants him te. That's why I'm sure Mr. .Sullender, in spite of all his pom posity, leads a deg's life at home." "Of all the foolish talk I" young Sperry exclaimed. "Why everybody says they're the most ideally married couple and that they lead the happiest life together that " " 'Everybody says'!" she mocked him, interrupting. "Hew often have you known what 'everybody says' turn out te be the truth about anything? And besides, we don't knew a thing about any of these people, and we don't knew anybody else that does! Who is this 'everybody' that's told you hew happy the Sullenders are?" "Ne matter. You're wrong this time, Bella. The Sullenders " But Bella shook her pretty young head, interrupting him again. "You'll see! I de hope there won't have te be tee much in timacy, but you can't live across the street from people very long, in a neighborhood like this, without getting te knew the real truth about 'em. Yeu wait and see what we get te knew about the Sullen ders!" "Yes, I'll wait," he laughed. "But hew long?" "Oh, I don't knew; maybe a year may be a month " "Let's make it a month, Bella," he said, and put his arm about her. "If we don't find out in a month that the Sullenders are miserable together, will you admit you're wrong?" "Ne I won't! But you'll probably have te admit that I'm right before that long. I have a sense for these things, Will, and I never go wrong when I trust it. Women knew intuitively things that men never suspect. I knew I'm right about Mrs. Sul lender." TTER husband permitted the discussion te end with this, wisely fearing that if he sought further te defend his position Bella might plausibly accuse him of "al ways insisting upon the last word." And se, for that night, at least, the matter was dropped from their conversation, though net from the thoughts of Mrs. Sperry. Truth te tell, she was what is sometimes called an "obstinate litte body," and also she appreciated the advisability of a young wife's building for future and lifelong use the foundations of infalli bility. That is te say, she was young and therefore inexperienced, but she had foresight. Moreover, she had attentively observed the matrimonial condition of her parent", and aunts and uncles. Many and many a time had she heard a middle aged husband speak te his wife of like years somewhat in this manner, "Ne, Fannie, you're wrong again." Thus, young Mrs. Sperry, looking te times far ahead, had determined te be Wrong about nothing whatever during these early years of her matrimony. Moreover, since argument had arisen concerning the Sullenders, she had made up her mind te be right about them, and te "prove" herself right, "whether she really was or net;" and that is why, en the morning after her arraignment of sWeet-weBjen generally, and of hjr gr And his reply, se unexpected by his cieus neighbor particularly, the pretty newcomer in "Highland Place" found herself most pleasurably excited by the naive but sinister revelations of a stran ger eight years in age. At a little before nine o'clock, Mr. William Sperry had departed (in a young husband's car) for his place of business, some five miles distant, in the smoky heart of the city; and net long afterward the thoughtful Bella, charm ingly accoutered as a gardener, came forth with a trowel te uproot weeds that threatened a row of iris she had set out along the gravel path between the tiny white veranda and the white picket gate. Thus engaged, she became aware of a small presence fumbling at the latch of this gate, and she changed her position from that of one en all fours, who gropes intently in the earth, te that of one upright from the knees, but momen tarily relaxed. "De you want te come in?" she in quired, looking out from the shade of her bread hat' te where the little figure in blue overalls was marked off into stripes of sunshine and shadow by the intervening pickets of the gate. "Is there something you want here, little boy?" He succeeded in operating the latch, came in, and looked attentively at her excavations. "Have you found any nice worms?" he asked. "Ne, I haven't found any at all," she said, somewhat surprised by his adjec tive. "But I don't think there are any 'nice' worms anywhere. Worms are all pretty horrid." "Ne, they ain't," he returned promptly and seriously. "There's leta e' nice worms." "Oh, I don't think se." "Yes, there is." "Oh, no." "There is, tee!" he said stubbornly, and with some asperity. "Everybody knows there's plenty of nice worms." "Where did you get such nonsense in your head?" BJla asked a little sharp ly. "Who ever told you there are nice worms?" "Well, there is!" "But what makes you think se?" she insisted. "Well "He hesitated, then said with a conclusive air, settling the questien: "My mother. I guess she knows!" Bella stared at him incredulously for a moment. "What's your name?" "My name's Geerge. My name's Geerge, the same as my papa," he replied some what challcngingly. "Don't you live just across the street?" she asked. "Yes, I de." He turned and pointed te the "Geerge M. Sullender residence," and Bella thought she detected a note of inherited pride in his tone as he added, "That's where I live!" "But, Geerge, you don't mean," she insisted curiously; "you don't mean that your mother told you there are nice worms? Surely net!" "My mother did," he asserted, and then with a little caution, modified the assertion. "My mother .just the same as did." "Hew was that?" And his reply, se unexpected by' his questioner, sent a thrill of coming triumph through her. "My mother called my father a worm." "What!" "And if he's a worm," Geerge went en, stoutly, "well, I guess he's nice, isn't he? Se there get te be plenty nice worms if he's one." "Geerge!" "She calls hjrn a worm rn6st every little While these day," said Geerge, .... V" questioner, sent a thrill of coming triumph father a worm" expanding, and he added, in cold bloed: "I like him a great deal better than what I de her." "Yeu de?" "She hit him this morning," Geerge thought fit te mention, upon this. "What?" "With a clee'a brush," he said, drop ping into detail. "She hit him en the back of the head with the wooden part of it and. he said, 'Ooh!'!" "But sne was just in fun, of course?" "Ne, she wasn't; she was mad and said she was gein' te take me with her and go back te my gran'paw's. I won't go with her. She's mad all the time, these days." TDELLA stared, her lips parted, and she wished him te continue but re membered her upbringing and tried te be a lady. "Georgie," she said severely, "you sheurdn't tell such things. Don't you knew better than te speak in this way of what happens between your peer papa and. your mother?" The effect upon Geerge was nothing; for even at eight years of age a child is able te understand what interests an adult listener, and children deeply enjoy being interesting. In response te her admonition, he said simply, "Yes terday she threw a glass e' water at him and cut him where his car is. It made a big mark en him!" "Georgie! I'm afraid you're telling me a dreadful, dreadful story!" Bella said, though it may net be denied that in com pany with this suspicion there arrived a premonitory symptom of disappoint ment. "Why, I saw your papa yesterday evening, myself, and there wasn't any mark or anything like " "It don't show," Geerge cxplnincd. "It took him n geed while, but he get it fixed up se's it didn't show much. Then he brushed his hair ever where it was." Beeth Tarkingten's Outlook en Modern Life Frem a recent interview with the author in his Jndianapeiit home" TO Youth Play, frolic, flirt and make love it is the way of youth but keep within the accepted bounds of deco rum. Te Levers Kiss but net as if you were 8creen stars nonchalantly rehearsing a pub lic performance- Te Girls Dress as prettily and nattily as you knew hew in short skirts or in long skirts, in bobbed hair or long tresses but always in geed taste and in manner becoming American young womanhood. Te Parents If our morals have deteriorated, I feel sure father and mother are as much te blame as son and daughter. On Teday9 8 Practices One hears terrible stories about the loose habits, the flip speech, the in discreet adventures of modern youth. I think they are speeding up a bit, but I refuse te agree that the whole world hat gene te the bow-wows. through her. "My mother called my "Oh!" "My mother hates my papa," said Geerge. "She just hates and hates him!" "What for?" Bella couldn't step this question. "She wants him te hnve mere money and he says what geed would that de, because she'd only threw it around." "Ne!" "Yes," said Geerge. "And she's mad because once he get se mad at her he hit 'her." "What!" "He did, tee," Geerge informed her, nodding, his large eyes as honest ns they were earnest. "She said she was gein' te see my gram'paw and she left me at home, but my pnpa catched her at the Pitcher Shew with Mr. Grunibaugh " "Who?" "Mr. Grumbaugh," Geerge repeated, with the air of cxplaning everything amply. "Se my papa made her come home and he hit her, and she hit him, tee!" "Before you!" Bella exclaimed, horri fied. "Sure!" Geerge mid, and looked upon her with superiority. "They de it nil be fore me. Last week when they had their biK tight " He would have continued willingly, but at this point he was interrupted. Acress the street a deer opened, and out of it came Mrs. Sullender, lending a live-yenr-eld girl by the hand. She culled loudly, though In a carefully sweet and musical tene: "Geerge? Jaw-aurge? Oh, Jaw-awr-gle?" ' Geerge looked across. "Yes'm?" he shouted, Mrs. Sullender nodded smilingly te liella, nnd called: "Georgie. ,m dear little naughty thing! Didn't I tell jeu half nn hour age te come indoors and piny with peer, dear little Natalie? She's been wait lug and waiting se patiently!" Bella remnlned upon her knees, stnring violently nt the "Sullender Heme." but her thoughts were centered upon her husbnnd. "Just wait till he gets home!" she thought. T)UT she saved her triumph until nfter j dinner. when he made himself com fertable upon the lounge in their tiny "living room" nnd seemed te be in geed content with his briar pipe. "I had a caller after you left this morn ing," she Informed him sunnllv. "Who wns it?" "Mr. Geerge M. Sullender." "Se? Thnt's odd," said Sperrj . "I saw him stnrting downtown In his car just before 1 did. Hew did he huppeu te come back here?" "He didn't. This was Mr, Geerge M. Sullender, Jr." "Oh, yes. Old his mother send him ever en nn errand V" "Ne. He came te see if I'd found any 'nice worms,' " Hella said, nnd added, in a carefully casunl tone, but with n Hashing llttlu glance from the corner of her eye, "He snid Keine worms must be nice because Mrs. Sullender is In the hnblt of cnlling Mr. Sullender a worm, and Georgie thinks his father Is nice," Yeung Mr, Sperry took his pipe from his mouth nnd looked nt his wife Incredulously, "What did you sny about Mrs. Sullen der's cnlling " "A 'worm,' Willlnm." snld Belln. "She cnlls him a 'worm,' William, because he doesn't make even mere money than he does, peer man ! The child renlly hntes his mother; he never once spoke of her ns 'mamma,' but he nlwnys snld 'my papa' when he mentioned Mr. Sullender. J think I must have misjudged that peer crenture a little, by the way. Of course, he Is pem- feti 8, but I think his pomposity is prelmbly ust nssumed te cover up his ngeny of mind, le hns n recent scar that his wife put en his hend, loe, te cover up." "Bella!" "Yes," she said, reflectively. "I think he's mainly engaged In covering things up, peer thing. Of ceun-e, he does strike his sweet woman new nnd then when he finds her nt the movies with gentlemen he deem't approve of, but one can hardly blame him, considering the life she leuds nim. It was Inst week, though, when they hnd their big fight, I understand with the children look ing en." But at this William rose te his feet nnd confronted her. "What en enrth are jeu talking about, Bella?" "The Sullenders," she said, "It was i '.l curious. It was like having the front of their house taken off the way a curtain rolls up at the theatre and shows you one of these sordid Russian plays, for instance. "There was the whole Bickening actual life of that dreadful family, laid bare before me: the continual petty bicker ings that every hour or se grew into bitter quarrels, with blows and epithets and, then, when ether people are there as we were last night, the assumption of suavity, the false, tee sweet sweetness nnd absurd pomposities eh, what an ugly revelation it is, Will! It's se ugly It makes me almost sorry you were wrong about them as you're rather likely te be in your flash judgments, you peer dear!" TDELLA (who was "literary" seme-- times) delivered herself of this speech with admirable dramatic quality, especially when she made her terse little rcnlistic picture of the dajly life of the Sullenders, but there was just a shade of happy hypocrisy and covert triumph in the final sentence, and she even thought fit te add a little mere en the point, "Hew strange it is te think that only last night we were arguing about it I" she exclaimed, "and that I said we'd net need te wait a month te prove that I was right! Here it is only the next day and it's proved I was a thousand times righter than I said I was!" "Well, perhaps you'll enlighten me " he began, but she complied e willingly that she didn't let him finish his request. She gave him Oeergie's revelntlen In detail, emphasizing nnd coloring it some what with her own Interpretations of many things necessarily only suggested by the child's monger vocabulary; nnd she was naturally a little lndignnnt when, nt first, her husband declined te ndmlt his defent. "Why, It's simply net believable!" he said. "These people couldn't seem what they seemed te be last night, nnd be se de praved. They were genuinely nffectlennte in the tone they used with each ether nnd they " "Geed gracious!" Bella cried. "De you think I'm making this up?" "Xe. of course net," he returned hastily. "But the child may hnve made it up." "About bi own fnther nnd mother?" "Oh, I knew, but some children are the most wonderful little story tellers ; they tell absolutely inexplicable lies nnd hardly knew why themselves." But nt this nella looked nt him pityingly. "Listen a mement: There wns nil the sordid dally life of these people Inid out before me in the peer little child's prattle; a whole realistic novel, complete nnd con sistent, nnd I'd like te knew hew jeu ac count for u child of seven or eight being nble te compose such n thing nnd en the spur of the moment, tee ! When children mnke up stories they make 'em up about extrnerdlnnry nnd nbsurd things, net about the sordid tragedies of everyday domestic life. De you actually think thl chtld made up what he told me?" "Well, It certainly does seem peculiar." " 'Peculiar?' Why, it's terrible, nnd it's true!" "Well, if It is," he snid gloomily, "we certainly don't want te get mixed up in it. We don't want te come into a new neighborhood nnd get involved In scandal or even ns gossiping about one. We must be careful net te say nn thing about this, Belln." She looked away from him, thoughtfully. "I suppose se, though, of course, thee people aren't friends of our hardly ac quaintances." "Ne, but thnt's nil the mere reason for our net appearing te be interested In their troubles. We'll certainly be cmeful net te sny anything nbeut this, won't we, Rell.i?" "Oh, I suppose, se," 1h returned absently. "Since the people nre really nothing te us. though, 1 don't suppose it mntterB whether we sny mi thing or net." "Oh, but it does," he lnsltted, ami then, something In her tone having caught his attention, he Inquired: "Yeu haven't said anything te any one nbeut It, have jeu Iiclln?" "What?" "Yeu haven't repeated te any one whnt the child told you, hnve you?" "Oh, no," she said lightly. 'Net te any one that would hnve any personal interest In it." "Oh, my!" Wlllium exclaimed, dlsmnyed. "Who'd you tell?" "Nobody thnt hns the slightest interest In the Sullenders," Helln replied, with cold dignity. "Nobody thnt cares the slightest thing nbeut them." "Well, then, whnt In the world did ou tell em for? ' "Why, te pnss the time, I suppose." Belln snid, a little offended. 'Cousin Ktlirl dropped In for a while this nftenioen nnd the whole thing wns se extrnerdlnnry I just sketched it te her. Whnt lire you making such n fuss nbeut?" "I'm net," he protested feebly. "But even If the thing's true, we don't want te get the name of people that gossip about their " "Oh, my!" she sighed Impnticntly. "I've told you Cousin Ethel hnsn't the slightest persennl Interest In these prenle and besides she'll never repeat whnt 1 told her." "Well, if she doesn't it'll be the first time!" "Will, please!" "Gelly, I hope it won't get back te the sullenders:' "Such horrible people ns thnt, whnt dlf- i t'erence would it mnke?" Bella demnnded j impatiently. "And hew could It get back? Cousin Ethel doesn't move In Sullender circles. Net precisely !" "Ne, but her close friend, Mrs. Heward Peehles, is the mint of Mrs. Frank Deems and Frank Deems is Sullender's business partner." "Oh, a realtor, is he?" Belln said, Icily. WILLIAM returned te the lounge, but did net wcline. Instead, he sat down and took his hend In his hnnds. "I de wish you hadn't talked about It," he said. Bella was sensitive; .therefore, she began le be angry. "De you tnluk It's very Intelli gent," she asked, "te limply that I don't knew. enough net te ibake trouble? Only last night you were sure that you right and I was wrong about what of people these Sullenders are. rfyv wl1..21l- - ready the very next day, you've hid: confess that you were utterly mistakeA, Nf anrl that vnllr Wifft IB WMOIIV in IM.KT.I . ... ..... -." it ... . -I - ULlil-' Ml rignt. 1 suppose you may iuui a iivn,i depressed about that and want te chnfjjV the nuestlen te something else nnd ciam,'.!k Tt 1 &t . . .!..,- At.n4 I).. jIaj' &1 you think it's a little bit chlldlshXfJ you, Will? Don't you think that -t1iTia way you're taking your defeat is ''jmfc ; a little hit small?" ' 1? 'M He was hutt, nnd looked up at Tier fi with an expression that showed "trSS. f injury, "in hardly have expected you a call me that," he said. "At lcastJiet' se seen after our wedding trip!" "Well, I might hae expected yetl wouldn't be accusing me of gossiping harmfully," she retorted. "Net quite se seen!" ' ; Yeung Mr. Sperry rose again. "De you think that's as bad a3 using tthe epithet 'small' te your husband?" " 'Epithet'?" she echoed. "Yeu char me with using 'epithets?'" "Well, but didn't you?" "I think I'll ask you te excuse me!" Bella said, with an aspect of nebilix in suffering. And she proudly betook herself from the room. It was a tlfT. Next day they were' polite te each ether ns if they hndjtlet been introduced, nnd this ceremonial 'for mality was mnintnined between them until the third evening nfter Its installation, when' a calamity caused them te abandon It. Alter a stately dinner in their hundred square feet of dining-room, Bella had one out Inte the twilight te refresh her strips of Iris with fnir water from the garden hose, and Willlnm reclined upon his lounge, solitary with a gloomy p!pe. Unexpectedly, he wns summoned; Bella looked in upon him from the deer and spoke hastily. "Uh Mr. and Mrs. Sullender," she said, "Uh " nnd ns hastily withdrew. Perturbed, he rose and went out te the little veranda, where, with a slightly ner ner veus hospitality. Bella wns new offer; chairs te Mrs. Geerge M. Sullender -and her husband. Mrs. Sullender smilingly, an in her nngclic voice, declined the offer,- "Oh, no," she said. "We came la..'a moment te admire .your lovely irises at closer range; we're just pa-sing en our way te some friends in Waverly Place." "We'd be se glnd" Bella uttered."' "Ne. no, no," Mrs. Sullender murmured caressingly. "We've only n moment T sorry you disturbed your husband we'fe just going ever for bridge. I suppose yi knew most of the people in Waverly Placed, Te. I den t think I knew miny "Well, of course, we don't think it cel pares te Highland Dace," Mrs. Sullender said, with a little deprecatory laugh. "Vm afraid it's rather well, gossipy." 77 " "Oh" Bella snld. "Is it?" ' "I'm afraid se," the gentle-mannered lady returned. "Of course, that's a great pity, tee, In such u new little community where people nre bound te be thrown to gether a great deal. Don't ou think U'e a great pity, Mrs. Sperry?" "Oh. naturally," Belln ncquiesced. "Ye, Indeed." "I knew ou would. Of course, it's just theughtlessncbs most of the i '.eple who live there nre se young, but wc heard a really dreadful story only yesterday. It came from a very young newly married couple, nnd my husband and 1 were se sorry te hear they'd btarted out by telling suca dreadful things about their neighbors. Don't ou think it's most unwise. Mrs. Sperry?" Mrs. Sullender's voice, wholly unruffled, and as indomitably tender as ever, gave no lutimutien that she spoke with a peculiar .significance; but Willlnm Sperry was pre feundly alarmed, und, with a sympathy that held no triumph In It, be knew that Bella was m a similar or wers condi tion. "Ye-es," Bella murmured. "Of of course I de." "I knew ou would feel thnt way," said Mrs. Sullender, soothingly, "It's unwise because gesilp travels se. It nearly always gees straight hack te the people It h about. In fact. 1 don't believe 1 ever knew of one single case where it didn't. Did you, Mr. Sperry?" "I I don't that is. well, n-no," Bella stammered. "Ne. It's e unwise!" Mrs. Sullender Insisted, with a little murmur of tender laughter. Then she took the nrnt of her solemn niiil client husband, and they turned together tewinl the gate, bur paused, "Oh, I meant te tell ou, Mrs. Sperry " "Yes?" "That dear llttlu boy Georgie the little) boy en were chatting with the ether morn In? when I called him in te play with mr little kIH ou remember, Mrs. Sperry ' "Yes!" Bella gasped. "I thought you made such friends wltl him you'd be sorry te knew ea won't see him any mere." "Ne?'' "Ne." Mr. Sullender cooed gently "Peer little (ieerglu (ieble!" ;i "Georgie who?" "(ieergic (leble, " said Mrs Sullender "He was Goble, our chauffeur's little boy. They lived ever our garage and had quite a distressing time of it. peer things! The wife finally persuaded Ceble te move te an ether town where she thinks chauffeurs' pay is higher. I was sure eu'd be sorry -Je hear the peer dear little boy had SOB. They left c"ti'rdny. (ioed-night. GbetV nlglit, .Mr. Sperr TIITH that, followed hy somewhat feeble t'H'w ii ik ti in 1 1 1 mii inn ii mr eifirrrji : k AA.l . Iltlill A II AH, lwSl ! 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