IBH KMBIfIMMBBiIIIM JIBMBK " When a Girl Marries''' D; AW LISLE A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problem of a Girl Wife CHAPTER CCLIXX. J [Copyright, 1919, King Feature Syn- 1 dicate, Inc.) "Neal left yesterday. Due in your j , Sity to-night. Took mother's ring , , n'ith him. Suppose he means to use 1 j t for wedding ring. Hope all is well | ] with my girl. Love, , • "FATHER ANDREW." j j This was the telegram which I , lad said contained no bad news. It ! < lidn't bring tidings of sickness or j t leath, but it put a sudden end to : , ;he last of my hopes for Phoebe, j Ind for Neal himself. , All along I had thought that I j ( nould be able to reveal his own j leart to Neal. In spite of his reti- j tence about talking of his engage- ! lient, almost because of his avoid- I j ince of being alone with me, I felt , hat my dear young brother cared i ieeply for Phoebe. I knew his des- ; lerate loyalty to truth and to his J • vord once it was given. I knew I , :he chivalry which held him to Evvy ' . iecause he felt she had once been ihamed by a man's change of heart, j \ But I had believed lie loved Phoebe ; ( is she did him—so much that in the j snd nothing else could matter. And Ji the face of a love such as that, i ] t thought nothing else had a right , ;o matter. But now Neal was bringing back : ur mother's betrothal ring to use ; ; is a wedding ring when he married j Evvy. That circlet had been his ! | fit"t to Phoebe. I had sent my tele- j ] I rum to Father Andrew because i through the ring I hoped to revive I | ill Neal's tender, poignant memo- i ] •ics of the time when he marched i j )ff to war leaving Phoebe to wait ! \ •°r him—Phoebe with tear-wet ] iyes, Neal's kiss on her lips and our j , mother's ring on her slim little • land. _ | ] Now Neal was bringing back, nother's ring for Evvy. As I read j ;hat I gave up all hopes of having ' , Phoebe's happiness—and his. 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I said grateful- ' ly, as I went out to the dining-room i where cold chicken, a salad, thin bread and butter sandwiches, stewed fruit and chocolate invited me. I, "Now run off to bed, Bertha, and I'll : make a lark of waiting on myself and doing the dishes." Bertha protested sleepily, but in the end she obeyed. So when the doorbell sounded a few minutes > later, I had to answer. On the threshold, I found Neal, ' his red hair flaming up with the crisp dauntlessness that was part of j him even when he was jobless and I almost penniless and wouldn't take a bit of help. But his eyes were j tired. 1 had an instant to see that ' before he enveloped me in one of j his bear-hugs. "Jimminy Whiz—but I'm glad to 1 get a welcome back to the big burg ! from my Babbsie!" he cried. "Find- i ing you home is most too good to be j true. I'm all weighed down with loving messages and country sau- ! sages anl young apples from Father, j as well as a little loving I was just j in the mood to hand my best girl." | "Oh Neal, then I'm still your j best girl," I cried, seeing the very j opening I required. "That makes it j easier for me to tell you " "Hold on! I'll have to confess ; that you're only my next-best girl, | Babbs," interrupted Neal with a j twinkle that I felt masked real | gravity. "But telling you that is : made easier by all the loving mes- j sages I have from the dear old dad. ■ You're his best girl all right." I led Neal into the dining-room j and piling his plate with the white ! meat of chicken, I made him share j my repast. Then, when I thought ! that an abundance of good food had produced the right mellowness, I began again: "It's wonderful your walking in i on me like this, lad dear. I tried to get you by long distance early this evening. And then I tele grapher both you and father An drew. I felt —I had to talk to you," I concluded faltering before the quiet gravity of Neal's eyes. "Are you in any difficulty, Babbs?" he asked. "No. But to-night I've been shown a new phase of Evvy's"— Neal interrupted with a firmness that terrified me: "Babbsie, dear, your're speaking of that woman I'm going to marry [ in less than a month. Don't say i ' Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service - By McManu Bf "*T JM\ HEAD -1 DON'T HAVE TO COME = -TO THE CALL jp b-T-R-l-K-EJ ~|j^ T HERE - TO I tion she received made her gasp aloud. "Oh —oh!" she repeated softly. "At last at last it's over!" The strong necessity of telling the wonderful tidings to somebody drove her to the front door. Here she saw Smith hurrying up the walk. "Smith!" she exclaimed. "Do you know what all the noise means?" "I was wondering. Miss. That was why I started to come in to find out." 'lt means," she panted, "that the war is over. The armistice is signed." Every vestige of color left the man's face. With a swift motion he uncovered his head. I "It's over!" she heard him mur mur hoarsely. "And without my having" Then as he saw Miss Leighton's eyes fixed upon him, he checked him self. A Bit of Encouragement For an instant she forgot the dif ference between her class and this ! man's. For that brief space he was only an American man and she only an American woman. I "Don't look like that!" she urged. "You were there!" Then she stopped, remembering that her father had warned her against talking to Smith of his experiences in the service. "XVe must all try to fee! that we have done our best," she added lamely. "Yes," he admitted. "There's no chance left us to do it now." He was white to the very lips. Seeing her look of inquiry, he drew himself sharply together. "The streets will be much crowd ed." he remarked in his usual man ner. The speech recalled Desiree to her surroundings. "Of course they will. I want you to drive me down town right away, please. I won't be a minute getting ready." Hurrying upstairs, she snatched up her hat and coat and put them on with scarcely a glance at herself in the mirror. She did not stop to take the little jewelry box still lying on her dress ing table. She had no thought for such things now. As she ran down the steps people were already flocking along the street toward Fifth avenue. Among them she saw her friend. Helen God dard. "Oh, my dear," she called, "where are you going?" "Just to see things." the other re plied agitatedly. "I couldn't stay in the house. Oh, Desiree —it's over." "Get into the car with me!" De siree ordered. "Smith will drive us downtown." Even in her excitement Helen God dard paused long enough to throw a smiling glance at the good-looking chauffeur. "How do you do, Smith?" she said, as he assisted her into the car. It is great news, isn't it?" Not Greatly Thrilled "It is indeed, Miss." the man said, touching his hat. His face was so stern and set that Helen remarked upon it sotto voice to her companion. "I must say that your handsome driver doesn't look particularly thrilled, does he?" she commented. "No, not very." Desiree answered softly. She did not care to discuss her chauffeur with Helen Goddard though she did not understand her reluctance to do so. " 'haps he's wishing that he had goi." over himself before it was too lute." Helen ventured. "I guess there are lots of men who are wish ing that they had the chance to go —lots of them who kept out of it by hook or crook." rTelen was really "pumping" De siree. She wanted to learn some thing more about the record of this man who was so unlike any other chauffeur she had ever seen. Desiree started to reply then thought better of it and lapsed into silence. They had reached Fifth avenue when David stopped his car. came around to the door and spoke re spectfully to his employer's daught er- ( "I am afraid, Miss," he said, touching his hat, "that we will have to go downtown by another way. j Fifth avenue is quite impassible—' in fact, will be shut off, probably." , "Very well," she said quickly. "I j . don't care—only get downtown." "Where, please. Miss? 1 mean to ' what part of town?" Helen replied for her friend, "Oh, * anywhere, Smith!" she exclaimed, r her voice shrill with excitement; "anywhere that we can see the crowds!" iTo Be Continued.) i Little Talks by 1 Beatrice Fairfax Men have progressed more than a . | notch or two in the last generation. ' j Particularly in their view of women. 5 Women have of course been develop i ing at the same time. But this sim - pie matter of man's changed attitude ) toward women, a husband's changed attitude toward his wife, is import . ant and striking enough to be com mented on all by itself, i A New York husband who died : recently, left on record, in a will ' bequeathing her his entire ustate, his opinion of his wife. He believed i her to be a perfect woman. "I want to say to the world that ; my wife, in my estimation, is the 1 heard or knew of," was this super lative tribute. 1 Well—this is lover's language, i Something of the sort has been ex pressed by youthful lovers thousands of times and in thousands of ways. I But this husband backed up his as- ' sertion. He produced his reasons. And to me it's these reasons of his that are the interesting feature of the husbandly comment. 1 "She is endowed with marvelous courage a very strong will and in tensely high ideals of honor," runs a sentence from the will. So we have it in so many words what consti i tuted perfection in this husband's i eyes. Courage, strength of will, a high sense of honor. Does this sur prise you? If it doesn't, you are probably very young or very un learned in the ways of the old fashioned husband. And the old fashioned husband isn't very long > extinct. No reasonable person would deny that these are very important vir i tues for a woman or a man to pos sess. Perhaps they are the greatest 1 virtues. But they are certainly not the "wifely virtues" we used to hear so much about. I should almost say they were the very opposite of them. Not I/ike the Old Ideal For it used to be preached to the wife of an earlier day, it used to be tirelessly inculcated in her by her elders, by society at large, by her husband himself, that she must have a special set of virtues, some what different from those of other 1 women, and totally different from those of men. And the burden of it all was that she must suppress herself as far as possible and conform to the ways of the man she had married. Being /uely" meant being docile, dili- ; gent in pleasing. Courage? Of a passive sort, per haps. Strength of will? What quality could be more superflous in a home where the husband, with law and society back of him, exer- j cised the monopoly of will power? A sense of honor? But this was , entirely outside the Held of the I wife-that-used-to-be. Honor was something that only husbands under stood. To be brave, resolute and honor able was expected of you if you were a man. But if you were a woman and a wife, you concerned yourself about nothing but being "wifely." There were women, of course, who had other ideals and who followed them. But they weren't praised for it. And they didn't re ceive flattering tributes from their husbands, written for the whole world to read. Now, if you feel for any reason that it's a dismal universe, here's j one really inspiriting thing to fasten one. The ideal of womanhood, to use an old phrase, has enormously advanced. It's an immeasurably bigger and finer thing than it used to be. And so is the relationship between husbands and wives. It's really rather an inviting age to marry j in when a wife is at liberty to be as decent a human being as she can, instead of merely a "good wife," and when a husband also feels at liberty to praise her for it publicly. If there are any young girls so 1 out of the current modern life that they suppose marriage to mean your husband and being handy with the mending basket and the dish mop, they ought to read this dead i husband's will. Perhaps they'll feel encouraged by it to develop them selves as far as they can to count i for as much as possible, as inde i pendent personalities. Then the children's side of it can't, i of course, be overlooked. Children > have had a good deal to say about l ■ their mothers from time to time. ■I And if you stop to think of It, chil- drcn have never been impressed by . this outdated talk of "wifeliness," I m the sense of self-effacement. The mothers who have been praised \ by their children haven't ever been I colorless, mindless, spiritless women. They've been the courageous, reso lute, honorable women who are, we j have all come to see, the only real women, to say nothing of being the only women who deserve to be I j mothers at all. I Other Attributes It is true that the husband I have | quoted mentioned other points in his ] wife's character. He said that her I being "the truest and most loving wife in the world" made him "the j ' richest of men." Doubtless any wo- I man's love, if it's genuine, is a prec- I ; ious thing. But the love of sucli a i woman as he had described does surely constitute riches. The affec tion of any weak, clinging creature isn't to be taken lightly. But the devotion of a "perfect woman" is a ! thing to inspire and fortify. I It's true that the self-distrusting ; ninn may feel that he would be | safer with a wife who was a shade \ less than perfect. An utterly irre j proachable woman might apply an uncomfortably high standard, might perceive his own faults rather more i clearly than he would fancy. Who is he. he asks himself, that he should expect to marry a completely super ior woman? Give him one with a few human failings. There may be something in this i point of view. It's even borne out ! by the document I've been discuss- | ' ing. The husband who found his wife perfect was able to say of him self, also in the will, that he had never told his wife a falsehood, never deceived her or broken a promise to her. That's a really solemn and im ] pressive statement. A husband of whom this was true apparently deserved his wife's fidel ity and devotion. Truth and honor must have been very real things in that home. 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