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The Sweetheart Who "Grafts"
By FAIRFAX
■i ■ ■ i.. .11r 1 i t i f J
I would stop carii-J the snap of my
finger for what su</» goose of a gIH
says or hints —or thinks.
What does she /ink you are a
millionaire, and is she. pray tell,
a princess of the#' ool ' royal?
What sort of aJome has she —does
she live in a palif or 'n a castle, and
how many timed°es she expect her
friends and m^in lances to knock
their heads on r e floor before they
dare to come fo her august pres
ence. /
What claim she to such royal
I astes ? I
Is she such /gorgeous beautj that
no man can l°k it her without a
dreaxiful fluttf'S of 'he heart?
Is she ati irflectual giantess, whose
every word s/rklen with the encrust- j
ed wisdom 7 ages?
Or is she /' some little pug-nosed, l
i Tieir Married Life j
| / By WABEL HERBERT URNER
"Ancl give her a THING!"
Helen tif thf. scented, hand-embroid
ered glf case from Us tissue paper
wrappif inJ looked at. it disconso*
lately. / , . „
To t'f 0,1 Christinas morning that
sumeo/ 1 " whom you have sent noth
ing ha rG!nem ' lfir( ' c ' >' ou '"'it'* l an ex
r>ensitff' ff to " 10 'east, dis
concerts-
"l,4, dear," insistently, for War
ren, f° was going over some cards
and' Ifers, had not troubled to glance
„p It's an expensive one, too! Is
it tcfate to send something? Lots
of tJChristmas tn9.il won't be dellv
ereiy'dil to-morrow anyway'! She
■tvoJi't know, woilld slve. that I sent,
(t a/ r ' received hers?"
"fiat's that.?" he demanded, eri
grofd In a letter.
tfiently Helen'repeated lier ques
fell, if you didn't care enough
abh the woman to give her some
thF in the flrft place, why do it
put don't you see, she thought I
trfld, or she wouldn't have sent this."
tJh-h," contemptuously. "Well.
yf can't get/anything. No stores
ofn to-day." /
lOh, I've got plenty of things right
we! That ace collar and cuff set
is. Dalton ynt yesterday. It's real
te. too, and I'll never wear It. I'll
tad her thau"
/"By Geor®, you're about as small
i they male 'em. You've got the
bttenest idaas of gifts of anybody I
/v'er knew!'/
/ "But, de/r," flushed Helen, "that
Isn't wrong/ Mrs. Dalton wants me to
get as mucn pleasure as I can out of
her gift, d/esn't she? And if It gives
me more Measure to give it to Mrs.
Barclay tjan to keep it myself, isn't
that all riht?"
But Wtrren's disgust for this logic
was too rtofound for expression.
/ "Tourfcreakfast'll get cold, ma'am,"
urged NJra, as for the third time she
suggestirely passed the toast.
The nail had come just as they
were siting down, and Helen had not
yet tou-'hed her breakfast. There was
a, gregf. pile of Christmas cards and
letters and a number of small pack
tgeß.
"Of. Warren, what an expensive
onrd.'i From George Thornton! That's
a r«l little water-color! What a
wistt to put so much money in a
card —a thing that nobody
Ue»s."
"Who are Mr. and Mrs. W. 1,. Wal
lte?" asked Warren, puzzling over a
cd.
"Don't you remember? We met
tem at the Stevens'. She called here
feral times. I'm glad I sent them
rds. Oh, they're too large—they're
nes!" glancing at the size on a pair
1 silk stockings. "Why will people
nd stockings and gloves when they
■n't know your size? But they're a
vely quality—l suppose I can ex
ange them."
"Did you send cards to the Mar
ine?" asked Warren suddenly.
"No, I DIDN'T! Did they send us
ty?"
Warren's answer was to tosd over a
ird. "And you forgot the Gordons,
10! Like to know who you did send
>!"
Helen started to say that he, too,
/anted to remember tne people who
emembered them, but she decided
ucH a remark iniirht ntit' add to the
MONDAY EVENING,
I round-eyed girl who would never be
j missed if she stepped right out of the
! world this very minute?
I never saw a really beautiful or
really fine woman In my life who
j cared a cent a.bout having people
| "spend money on her," just to show
I how much they thought of her.
What sort of a. wife would a girl
; like that make an honest, hard-work
. ing man?
! Why, she'd make you live on one
i meal a. day, and that a. meager oire,
I just so that she had fine feathers to
I show her friends to prove how much
I you loved her.
Make a home for you—never in the
| wide, wide world.
' She'd rather have a two-room flat
j without a window in the second room
: and sleep on something that pre
j tended to bo a. bookcase or » writing
desk, or anything exeer>t a good, sen
jsible bed, and eat on some kind of a.
| shelf rigged up to hide the gas plate
—than to live in the prettiest, most
I comfortable little house iri the world.
What she wants is show, display.
She'd rather have a hall boy in but
tons at the front door of the flat than
a delivery boy with a good porter
house steal; and some green vegeta
bles at the back.
Sho isn't a real woman at all. this
girl of yours, young man. She's just
a poor, little, pasteboard imitation -
like the beautiful ladles who hold up
baskets of flowers In the garden scene
at the theater.
Turn your eyes away from her,
young man, she isn't even worth look
ing at. I
enjoyment of their •Christmas morn
ing.
"An now the Hoovers are fixing
th"tr cards like ours," triumphantly,
as she drew from a small card en
velope Mr. and Mrs. Hoovers' calling
cards, tied together with a tiny rod
bow and the simple phrase, "Merrv
Christmas," written on one of the
cards.
Last year Helen had conceived the
idea of sending herVard and Warren's
In this way. It made a simple and
dignified Christmas greeting, in quite
as good taste as the usual gaudy,
over-decorated cards. It was a clever
idea, Hekr-n thought, and a saving of
both time and money.
rhis year several of her friends
had adopted the same plan, but when
Helen suggested the; were copying
h°r. Warren had scoffed at her "un
mitigated conceit
'Here's a picture of Ferguson's
kid. ' he announced, tossing over a
< 'hristmas folder on which was pasted
» kodak picture of "John Kent Fer
| guson, ags three months," and under
it this rhyme:
"I wish you were a little boy;
Cause if you were, you "see,
This might be a dandy toy,
"Not just a photograph of me."
"What a sweet baby! Do you sup
pose they wrote that verse?"
1 "Bum enough. Why don't some
body write a few decent Christmas
rhymes? Here's an old-timer. Ought
to've had thirty days for perpetrating
this chestnut:
"To wish you joy
And Chlstmas cheer
And pleasant times
Through all the. year."
"It's from Mr. Elliott, too! You'd
think he'd select something more orig
inal." and, pushing back the cards,
Helen ran to answer the phone.
As the phone was in the library, eho
did not see Warren draw a small
package from his pocket and slip it
under the pile of mall by her plate.
"It was Mrs. Stevens," coming back
to the table. "Mr. Stevens gave her
another diamond ring—a carat and a
half stone."
Helen did not add that Mrs. Stevens
had asked her what Warren had given
her, and that, not'having the couragre
to admit he had given her nothing, she
had deliberately lied and said "a
check."
Helen knew Warren's attittide al
ways was that if he wanted to give
her a present, why wait until Christ
mas? If he gave her what she needed
when she needed It, how foolish to
rush around and get something she
dldn t need at the one time of year
when shopping was most difficult!
And yet Helen had never ceased to
expect or rather long for "something"
from Warren. She would rather have
had one little unexpected gift from
him than all her other presents. In
spite of herself there was a lumo In
her throat as she went on opening" the
packages.
"No. that Isn't for you to play with "
crossly, as Pussy Purr-Mew reached'a
playful paw for a, narrow red ribbon
that hung ov#r the table. The next
second the kitten had clutched the
ribbon, pulling down the whole mass
of letters, cards and boxes.
With tajl erect she scampered away
while Helen patiently gathered UD the
things.
A Message
"Let 's go into I lie library, dear, so
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Nora can clear off the dishes," and
Helen took the masf. of Christinas
mail in to the library table.
Just then the door bell rang. It
was a messenger boy with a box ad
dressed to "Mrs.. Warren E. Curtis."
Helen signed the receipt and opened
the box, her heart beating fast. It
might be from Warren!
It was a large silvered thermos hot
tie, but the card Med to it read, "With
the season's best wishes from Carrie
and Fred.''
"Oh, how dear of them!" trying to
hide her disappointment, "And it's
something I've always wanted!"
Instead of starting off for his usual
Sunday and holiday morning walk, to
Helen's surprise Warren now settled
himself with the newspapers by the
library table.
They were to dine at his mother's
at three. An awful hour, thought
Helen, who loathed dinner in the mid
dle of the day. It was after ten now
and she went into her room to look
over the dress she was gbing to wear,
for her clothes must be in perfect con
dition when she dined with his people.
"Aren't you going to straighten un
the table?" called Warren. "This stuff
looks like the devil if anybody comes
in.''
"Yes. dear, in just a minute."
Helen came back and folded un the
tissue paper, stacked up the cards and
letters and put. the presents in the
boxes.
"Why, Warren, what's this? Where
did this come from?" holding up a
small, unaddressed package.
Wonderingly she opened it, then
she caught her breath as she saw the
velvet jeweler's case. She touched a
spring and the lid flew back, disclos
ing a glittering pearl and diamond
1 aval Here!
For a moment, she gazed at it in
speechless amazement, then turned to
Warren with a breathless:
"Look! look! How did this get
here? Xobody intended sending me
this!"
Warren was looking at it with an
expressionless face.
"How did It get here?" persisted
Helen excitedly. "Was it wrapped in
some of those boxes by mistake? How
shall I find who it belongs to?"
To these excited questions Warren
maintained a, stolid silence. Then
Helen caught a giimmar of something
in his face. Could it be
The next moment she rushed inti
his reluctant arms.
"Oh. *.»hy didn't you tell me— why
didn't you tell ine?" sobbingly. "Oh,
I didn't dream"—
"Huh, you were oretty dense. And
I had to hang around here oil morn
ing so it wouldn't be pitched out with
the paper and stuff."
Oh, dear. I love you—l LOVE you
so! It meuns so much — so much more
than the thing Itself—however won
derful it is! Ob, no dear—my
DEAR!"
"Now it don't call for any maudlin
heroics!" intolerant as ever of an emo
tional scene. "You wanted one of
those gawgaws—now you've got it.
i See here," pushing her away, "you're
! wilting down a perfectly good collar!
[ I ve spent enough on your Christinas
| without increasing the laundry bill."
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"Just what I 3ay," he answered firm
ly. "That it's all wrong. It's impos
sible. The idea of a woman of your
age imagining for a moment that this
boy is fool enough to think of such a
thing! Do you stop to think what peo
pie will say? Don't you realize that it
can't be? That it's simply preposter
ous? Why—"
"Are you trying to insult me, slrr
"No," he answered earnestly, "I'm
trying to save you from being humili
ated and laughed at. Deny the story
at once. Say it was all a joke. Say
anything, but. for heaven's sake don't
let it go any further!"
She gazed at him in speechless
wrath while he nervously paced the
room.
"Surely," he said whirling, "you
don't think he seriously considers mar
rying you?"
"And why not?" Her icy tone was
full of outraged dignity.
"Because it would be a ridiculous
match. Give it serious thought. You're
a sensible woman, figure it out for
yourself. Why, you're more than twice
his age!"
"Sir!"
'Why, he's ouly twenty-five—not
that, yet."
She gazed at him in speechless rag®
for twenty seconds, then said, explo
sively: "You—brute!"
"I'm your friend," he urged. 'Tm
trying to help you. I'm trying to save
you from being made the laughing
stock of the town."
"Do you mean to insinuate that
Jackson doesn't love me?"
"Jackson doesn't love anyone except
a good time. Why, he doesn't take
anything seriously, especially women.
To my knowledge he's been engaged
to thirty since he's been here in New
York."
"I—don't—believe you!"
He shrugged hia shoulders. "Very
well; go ahead; it's no affair of mine."
She agreed with this. "You'll do
well to remember that. Attend to
your own business, Sir. Wallace."
"Excuse me," he said apologetically,
'Tm sorry I spoke."
As he thus apologized, disgusted,
■worried, even frightened by the mud
dle in which his friend had so involved
himself, entirely ignorant of the sorry
cause which had led liroadway to the
fatal step, that young man entered
from the hall, having effaced as many
traces as he could of the wild night,
and rightly clothed himself for morn
ing callers. As he advanced he
bummed a stanza from some cabaret
favorite which ran, monotonously: "I
love you; oh, I love you!"
At sight of Mrs. Gerard he bright
ened and sprang toward her eagerly.*
He was not the one to go back on a
bargain, or to make a wry face over
necessary medicine.
"Beatrice; My Beatrice!" he cried.
Wallace eyed them with disgust as
they.flew into each other's arms.
Having released his "Beatrice, my
Beatrice," he turned to Wallace with a
calm which Wallace could not but ad
mire. The youngster certainly was
game! "Good morning, Bob."
Wallace scorned him.
Broadway did not even wince, but
turned back to hiß Beatrice. "And how
Is my little banquet queen this morn
ing?"
"I came here happy as a lark," she
said complainingly, "but now I'm ter
ribly upset."
"Why, what has happened to my lit
tle round of pleasure?" He smiled
serenely, worshipfully into her scarce
ly hidden wrinkles.
"This man has been saying terrible
things to me."
Jackson whirled reproachfully upon
his friend, "Why, Bob! What have '
you been saying to my little Beatrice?" :
"Oh, don't!" implored the utterly
disgusted Wallace.
"Tell me," Jackson begged in com- 1
fortin* tones of the «xcited widow:
wnat has he been saying to you?*" I
"Calling it a ridiculous match, say
ing that I shouldn't take you serious
ly, Intimating that you didn't really
love me, and—"
She wac very close to tears, but
fought them back for the sake of a
complexion which she feared might
not be waterproof.
Broadway went with an accusing
mien to Wallace. "You said these
things!"
"Yes," sa id that young person, nn
ashamed, "those and a great many
more."
"Bob Wallace! I'm surprised!
Shame on you!"
Wallace scarcely was prepared for
this. "Now see here, .lackson, I— **
He did not complete the sentence,
but seized his old friend by the lapels
of his coat as if to bear him from the
room to some spot where, unworried
by the lady's presence, he could talk
or hammer sense into his head.
But Broadway would not have this.
He pulled away with emphasis. "Don't
do that! Don't do that!" he cried.
"You're—you've insulted my tature
■wife and I demand apologies!"
Were all his pians for paying up bis
debts to be thus put at naught? Was
his first venture as a financier to be
thus nullified? He thought not!
"You mean to say you're going to
be married?"
"Of course we're going to be mar
ried," Mrs. Gerard said very snappily.
"Of course we're going to be mar
ried," Broadway echoed with a quick ;
glance at her which Wallace thon*M
held something Indicating apprehen
sion.
He stood aside with fnce all woe-be
gone, worried and amazed. If this
thing—tbis unthinkable, unbelievable
insanity —was seriously planned by
hie young friend., if he had actually
passed his word, why then, of course,
nothing mor«» was to be said upon the
subject.
'"Very well then; i apologize," he
said dejectedly.
"Not to me," said Jrffkson grandly,
"to the lady."
Wallace went to her in humility of
attitude, but in revolt of soul "Mrs.
Gerard" (he never before had found it
difficult, to avoid profanity in a lady's
presence), "I offer a thousand apolo
gies."
She was not convinced of his sin
cerity, which was not in the leaßt sur
prising. "After such impertinence I
don't know that I ought to accept your
apology."
"But. don't you see? I thought it
was all a Joke."
Tbis was a new offense. "But why
should you think such a thing? Is It
at all unusual that people in love
should marry?"
He thought her positively aged as he
looked at her. Every wrinkle in hei
countenance took on new length, new
depth aB he observed her. From her
he looked to Jackson. How very young
he seemed! A mere child, in fact.
"Why, no," he granted, knowing that
he lied. 'Of course not But I—l didn't
understand. I—"
Broadway, himself with nerves un
strung almost to hysteria, began to
hum a tune and walk about, endeavor
ing to look unconscious. Wallace eyed
him with new hope kindling in hit
eyes. Was it, after all, a Jest?
r Now see here, Jackson; if you're
trying to fool me I want to know! I—'•
Mrs. Gerard, who had been upon the
point of granting him forgiveness
stiffened in new wrath. "There you go
again!" she screamed hysterically.
"Another insult!"
Really, Mrs. Gerard, I didn't mean
It"
'Then what did you mean?" The
lady fixed him with a baleful glance.
He was entirely undone. "Why, I
God knows! I don't!"
"Well," said Jackson, "I think I da
You're still in doubt as to whether oi
not we are really going to be married
Isn't that it?"
Put thus lucidly and simply, Wallact
could not definitely deny that that ex
plained his mental state. He had
opened his distressed lips to admit
this when Mra. Gerard prevented the
expression of his worries with:
"But why should he imagine suoh ■
thing? I—"
Broadway rose to the occasion, neap
ly making Wallace faint with the gilt
ease with which he used endearing
words when talking to the ancient
dame. "Just a moment sweetheart
dearie— please!" Then he turned to
Wallace. "Come on, now; tell me the
truth!"
"Well, I will admit," said his ml a
erably heartsick friend, 'that at first
I did think it was a Joke. But—"
"And you're not quite satisfied yet
that it is not?" .
iTo be Continued.]
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