m. iV. jp : j TA' - u" ry "tYft'&f v '' ' y r-v.f.i -i 1 . 1 r r'i- 1V'1 .;.., . '. . iiiil'MJ - J f , )" vv V' 1i vc ',5ui,j . o.s. .' , Hi ,r - 'r .- ' i w 5 " t .J V l vie- r ns EOTiK&G fcUBEIC 0iEDaERPHILADELl?Hl!4,4 MONDAY, fo' 1 t) ftW f 'lV, ' nP iTt.T "- t.lt T . . r T IS, 1920 ? A. ,- V , nn The Second Honeymoon By RUBY M. AYRES Author of "The Woman Hater" and "The Black Sheep (OHE was o awfully fond of you, l O jimmy." Jimmy moved reusaly. fnl( must have been a dreadful shook o her, poor child." She looked at him lm Ltlcntly. "Oh. whftt on earth Is the use It being a man If you can't make a woman care for you7 She did once. Ind It ought not to be so very difficult t make her care wain. She she's Just longing- for some one to be good to .. una love her. That's why she seems Jo like Mr. Kettering. I know. It Is enly mlng. Jimmy. I know hor better than you do. It's only that he came nlong jmt when she was so unhappy Just when she was wanting some ono to bo 0(Kj to her. And he has been good to jerhe really has." ho ndded earnestly. Jimmy drew a long breath. He rose to his ttet, stretching his arms wearily. "I don't deserve that she should for IT me." he said, wlh a now sort of humility. "But but If over she does ' ft, took a quick step toward Gladys. Co ask her to come and speak to me, thre's a dear. I promise you that I won't upset her. I'll do my very best" " she went reluctantly, and as soon in the door had closed behind hor, Jim my Challoner went over to the looking. liw and stared at his pale reflection anxiously. He had always rathor ad mired himself, but this afternoon his mllor and thinness disgusted him. No wonder Christine did not want to look at him or talk to him. He passed a ..Minn hand over the refractory kink n his hair, flattening It down; then. remembering that Christine had once tstd she liked It brushed It up again It seemed a long time before sho came down to him. He was sure that half an hour must havo passed since Oladys shut the door on him before It opened ngaln and Christine stood thero, a little palo, a little defiant, Tou want to speak to me," sho said. Her voice was antagonistic, the soft curves of her face eoemed to havo hard- "Yen. Won't you won't you come mil sit down?" Jimmy was horribly nervous. Ho dragged forwnrd a chair, tut she Ignored It She shut the door tnd stood leaning ngalnst It. "I would rather stay here," sho snld. "And pleaso bo quick. If thero Is any thing Important to Bay " The Indifference of hor voice cut him to the heart. Ho broke out with genu ine grief: "Oh, Christine, aren't you over going to forgive mo 7" Just for a moment a little quiver con TUlied hor face, but It was gone In stantly. Sho knew by past experience how easily Jimmy could put just that soft note Into his voice. She told her self that It was only because he wanted something from her, not that ho was really In tho very least sorry for what had happened, for tho way he had hurt hir, for the havoc he had made of her life. "It Isn't a question of forgiveness at all," sho said. "I didn't ask you to com ft here. I was quite happy without you." ' "That Is very evident," he said bit terly. The words escaped him beforo he could Btop them. Ho apologized agi tatedly. "I didn't mean that ; It slipped out ; I ought not to have said it. I hardly know what I am nayjng. If you can't ever forgive me, that settles It once nnd for all, of course : but " She Interrupted. "Why have you come hero? What do 7ou want?" The question was direct enough, and In deeparatlon ho answered it directly. "I have come because my brother will tie home next week, and I want to know wliat I am to tell him." For the first time sho blanched a little. Krr eyes sought his with a kind of fear. 'Tell him? What do you mean? What omb n manor wnat you ton mm7 '"I mean about our mnrrlairn. Thn old boy was an nlonnrd thnt T thnt vmi It will about finish him If he knows how If he knows that we " He floun dered helplessly. lou mean If ho known that you mar ried me out of pique, and that I found It eut'" nhe ndded bltterlv. He attemnted no riftfnnu, h Rtnnrt there miserable and snout. "iou can tell him what you like." Fald Christine, after a moment 'I don't caro in mi vi'ry least. "I know vou dnn't T mil! n rnl(zn thn . but but if, Just for tho Bako of nppcar- jnces, you reu you coum Do Bumcltmtly forgiving to to come back to me, Just lust for a llttlo while, I mean," he added with un embarrassed rush, "I wouldn't bother you. I I'd let you do Un as you liked. I wouldn't ask any thing ii Christina laughed. "You aro Inviting mo to havo a second honevmoon, in fact Is thnt It?" sho asked bitterly. "Thank you very much. I enjoyed the first so tremendously that, it course, It Is only natural you should think I must be anxious to repeat tho experiment" Jimmy flushed to tho roots of his hair. "I deserve everything you can say. I haven't any excuse to offer, nnd t Know you'll never hellpve It If T were to tell )ou thnt that when Cynthia " She put up her hands to her eyes with a little shudder. "I don't want, to hear onythlng about her : I don't ever want to hear hor namo iraln." "I am sorry, dear." Tho word of en dearment slipped out unconsciously. Christine's little figure quivered ; sudden ly una began to son. Pho wnnted some one to be kind to her so liadly. Tho ono little word of en dearment was llko n ray of sunshlno touching the bard bitterness of her heart, meltlnc It, breaking her down. "Christine1." Bald Jltrimy In a choked voice He went over to her. Ho put Ills arm round .her. rtrawlnc her nearer to tho "re Ho mndo her sit In the armchair fnd he knelt beside her. holding her hml He wanted to kiss hor, wanted o My nil the many passionate words of ftmorso that rose to hla lips, but some how ho was ufratd. Ho was not suro of "jr yet He wan afraid of stnrtltng her, of driving hor back Into antagonism nd suspicion Presently sho stopped sobbing; she freed her hand and wlpod away tho tears. "It wn rIUv tn prvM hi nntrl lArlfllv There was nothing to cry for." She was hamed that sho had broken down ; jngry that the cause of her grief had "'! that one little word of endearment fpoken by Jimmy. He rose to his feet nnd went to stand py the mantelshelf, staring down Into -w lire. Thero waB a lone silence. "when whon Is Horatio coming?" inrlstlne asked him preaontly. ,'i don't know for certain. The cable wd Monday, but it may bo later or oven writer " . She looked at him. Ills shoulders were . There wb an agony of Indecision In per heart. Sho did not want to make lit I nnr"r 'or him than wan nbso- .- iic,.-bb.vi jr, niiu yufc Dim uiuhh m w Pride the prldo that seemed to bo i n!'Pr8.tn ncr to refusonot to glvo to him, Sho Btnred Into tho lire, hor rtlll blurred with tears , I supposo he'll ntop your allowance If "knows?" sho said at last with an fdd Httla mirthless laugh. ""inny nusneu. hul 1.1 viiuviiiK u limit ho piu jWKiv. "i don't enro a hang whnt ho noes; but but well, I would havo llkod pim to think things were all right be Ween us, anyway," vnt. waiiea a moment. "Of course. If 70U pnti't i. nni,v 4 .ti.. ii --, I in JH rani I'll tell him tho truth. It ' uo me only way out of it." wnrtl"""1 honoymoon! Christine's own Ingly "CTnwa l0 r,n in lier ears mock v?HSj,a nver had a honoymoon nt all S l.u. "vvi.. ill wviiuuii nun uren ujuy J "JRWrnarp of tears and disillusionment r.,1(i nearthrnfiV t i Mn MinM "El" It ail agalnl-r """' "'" bwM.8?.1 "n "Uddcnly and went to stand nlm T....1"!!"' ano was quite close to It w'ouiU i al1 not ,ouch hlm' thoufir,, A Fight for Love Not a light of two men (or one woman, but tho fight of two women for ono man. Georgo Barr McCutchcon tells the story In 'WEST WIW DRIFT' The sccno Is laid on n desert island where llfo'g ordinary conven tions and advantages don't count. The first installment of this clever novel will nppcar in the Evening Punwo Lkdoer. Begins Saturday Next ment to slip a hand through his arm or to lay her cheek to tho rough sorgo of his coat She had been so proud of hlm, had loved him so much; and yet now she seemed to be looking at him nnd speaking to him across a yawning gulf which neither of them was ablo to bridge. , "Jimmy, If If I do If I come back to you lust for a little while, no that so that your brother won't vcr kiiuw, you won't you won't try to keep me afterward- You won't try to force me to stay with you, will you?" "I give you my wbrd of honor. I don't know how to thank you. I I'm not half gocd enough for you. I don't desorvo thnt you should ever kivo me u muugnt ; I'm such an awful rotter." said Jimmy Challoner, with a break In hla voice. Mo tried to take her hand, but sho drew back, "It's only friends we'ro going to be," sho whispered. Ho choked back a lump In his throat "Only friends, of courso," he echoed, trying to speak cheerily. Mo knew what she meant; ho knew that he was not to remember that they were married, that they woro Just to behave like good pals for tho compIcte deception of the Orent Horatio. "Thank you, thank you very much," he said again. "And and when will you when" ho stammered. "Oh, not yot" sho told him qulcklv,. Thero Is tilontv of time. Nti ..olr will do. You can let mo know when your uroiner arrives, n coma men. vn -Some ono knocked at tho door. It was Gladys. She looked apologetic "I'm sorry to Interrupt; but hero's a telegram for Jimmy." Sho handed him the yellow envelope. Jimmy took it agitatedly. His henrt was thumping. He was sure that he knew what were Its contents. Ho broke the flap. Thero was a llttlo allcnco ; then he handed the messago to his wife. Horatio tarrlvoa In London tomorrow morning. Wlro Just received. Thought you ounht to know at once. Sangstcr." ..Christine read the message through, then lot it flutter to the floor at her feet ; sho looked up nt Jimmy's embarrassed face. "Well?" she said sharply. 'Ho's coming tomorrow, you see." Jimmy began stumbllngly, "He'll he'll be In London tomorrow, so f so If Ho cast nn nppeallng glance at Oladys. I suppose I'm In the way.t' she said bluntly. "I'll clear out." Sho turned to tho door; but Christine stopped her, "You're not in the way. I'd rather you stuyed. You mny ns well hear whnt wo re talking about. Jimmy's brother Is coming home, nnd and, you too, ho doesn't know thnt I thnt wn "I've asked her to como back to mc ui any raio ror a time," Jimmy Inter rupted vallnntly. "I know I don't de serve It, but It would make such a deuce or a airrcrence If she would you know what Horatio Is I I'd rIvo anything to prevent him knowing whnt a mess I've mndo of everything," he added boyishly. .They woro both looking: nt Gladys iiww, tummy una wnriHiinc, ami ror a inuiiieiu sue oiooa irresolute, then she turned to Jimmy's wife. "Well, what aro you going to do?" she said, and her uaiumy uiufii vmco was quite gentle. Christine moved closer to her friend, "Oh, what do you think I ought to do?" she appealed In a whisper. Gladys danced ncroan at .Timmv rhi. loner: ho looked miserable enough; nt inn muni jtz nis inin inco ana worried oyos she softened toward him ; sho took iiirmuncB nana. "I think you ought to go." she said. Jimmy turned nwav. Tin unini .tm-. lng down Into the fire ; he felt somehow ns If they wero both taklnc a mean nd. vantnge of Christine; ho felt ns If ho had tried to force her hand; he was nuro nno am not wisn to come back to him. but he was sure, too, that because In her heart she thought it her duty to do so, he would not return alone to Lon don that night. Nobody spoke for a moment ; Jimmy vun uirmu io iook rouna, men unnstlne said slowly; "Very well; what train aro wo to go by?" Her voice sounded a little expression less; Jimmy could not look nt her. "Any train you like," he said Jerkily. My time Is yours anything you want You have only to say what you would like mo to do." A few weeks ago aho would have been so happy to hear him Bpeak like that, but now tho words seemed to pass her by. "Wo may as well have dinner first, and go by a fast train," she said. "I hate slow tralna Will you will you pack some things for me?" she looked at Gladys. "Of course.' Gladys turned to the door and Christine followed her, leaving Jimmy alono. He did not move. He stood staring down at tho cheery flra, hla elbow rest ing on the mantelshelf. He wished now ho had not asked this of htn vtlfe: ho wished he hmi hr,.,,,1 tho situation out nnd received the full vein oi mo urriii iiuruuo h wrnth alone Christine would think leps of him thnn eer for being tho first to make over tures of ponce ; he could havo kicked himself as he stood there. Kottcrlng loomed In the background of IiIh mind with hateful persistence; Ket tering had looked at Christine oil If nB If Jimmy roused himself with a sigh ; It wob a rotten world a damned rotten world. Upstairs Gladys was packing a suit case for Christine nnd talking about every concelvnblo subject under the sun except Jimmy. Christine snt on the side of the bed. her hands folded In her lap. She took no Interest In the proceedings, she hard ly seemed to bo listening to her friend's chntt'r. Suddenly she broke Into n remark Gladys was mnklrig. "You really think I am doing the right thing, Gladys?" Gladys sat back on her heels nnd let a little silk frock sho was folding fall to th" flarjr. Sho looked at the younger girl with affectionate anxiety. "Yen. I do," she said seriously. "ThlngB wouldnever have got any bet tor ns they wre. It's perfectly true. In my opinion, that If you don't see a per son for a long time you don't care, whether you ever see him ugaln or nov and and I should hate you and Jlmmte to to havo a final separation, no matter what I've said "and no matter what a selfish pig he Is." Christine smiled faintly, "He can't help not caring for me," she said. , "No, but he can help having married you." Gladys retorted energetically, "Don't think I am sympathizing with him. I assure you I am not. I hope he'll get paid out no end for what he's done and the way he's treated you. But alt tho same, I think you ought to go back to'hlm." ChrlBtlne flushed. "I hate the thought of It," she said with sudden passion. "I shall never for get those days In London. I tried to pretend that everything was all right when anybody was there, Just so that tho servants should not see, but thoy all did. I Know, nnd they were sorry for me. Oh, I feel ns If I could kill mys-lf when I look back on It all. To think I let him know how much I cared and all the time all the tlmo he wouldn't have minded I" he'd never seen me again. All tho time he was longing for for that othor woman. I know It's horrid to talk like that about her, but but she' dead, and and " sho broke off with a Bhudderlng little algh. (CONTINUED TOMOimOW) (OofUrtOM, 19t0, iv f Hvndlcate) i THE GUMPS Tenant vs. Landlord By Sidney Smith Are Mo 6oK ovtfc WoaHIHd " WES- VH G0H RIGHT" OVER. HoW WHEN. 1 5t tUaol)6H 1M.WH6 TWAtf 0U SlrrtON l 6RE.E WILL LOOK LIKE LAST S)HtW,S VAtE.K. IULLLO fHYe CUMfc I JUtft CAME Over "TO BE VOU ON fcEHPESJ UHEJ& rvx fXrWMi iw """ U VOU. 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