" When a Girl Marries"
ASN LIS 1,13
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problem of a Girl Wife
(Copyright, 1?19, King Feature,
Syndicate, Inc.)
CHAPTER CCCXLVIII
"Nose out of joint, dear?" asked
Jim when we were alone in our'
little sanctum after our guests had |
departed.
I turned absent-mindedly froip!
the precious telegram I was reread- j
ing for about, the dozenth time, and i
asked: *
"You mean because there's going!
to be a new bride in the family after i
Father Andrew arrives, and I'll be
relegated to the ranks of the old
marrieds?"
"Miss Innocence;" scoffed Jim. 1
"I meant delicately to convey that
Val is getting back into her old
form again and that she cut you out
• completely with Shelly to-night." I
"Oh —Shelly!" I cried. "She's '
welcome—twice over. You know
I'm not much on flirting with other,
men since I have you, Jimmie-boy. !
Resides," I concluded, nestling in
the arms Jim put out to take me, |
"Shelly wasn't a bit g'ad to see me. j
It was Phoebe he wanted. He's in- i
venting all sorts of excuses to lure !
her into a tete-a-tete these days." j
"What's that? Phoebe!" demand- ,
ed Jim sharply. "The kid hasn't \
eyes for anyone but Neal."
"I think Shelly's pretending to be j
heart-broken over the way Jeanie
treated him. Fancy that," I replied j
"And tender-hearted little Phoebe's
either unnecessarily sorry for him I
or she puts up with his nonsense to j
keep him from bothering Jeanie and]
Pat. Is Shelly a cad or a fool, Jim? I
Or a bit of both?
"Oh, he's harmless," laughed Jim.
"But when two sisters conspicu
ously drop him as Jeanie and
Phoebekins have—even though one.
did it for such on unimportant per-'
son as a husband—it kind of hits j
him where he lives in his pride. All i
he's sticking around for is to con- j
vince the world that he's as good a I
friend to the whole Harrison family j
as ever he was. Now, let's -plan a i
bang-up wedding feast and a bang- ;
upper wedding gift for the kiddies j
and forget Shelly."
"Price no object I asked, run-j
ning my lingers through my boy's!
hair. *
"The sky's the limit," replied
Jim. "If that gusher of ours down I
Mexico-way continues to gush, i
we're going to be lined with dia- j
monds soon and our whole bunch j
will ride round in cars with gold j
flttings."
"Neal, too?" I asked.
"Surest thing you know. He's |
got his wad in my pet stock and his i
earnings will put him where he'll j
be on Easy street, even if the real |
estate business forswears this profi- i
teering stuff and goes in for found- j
ing charity homes. I got the whole i
bunch in. Terry can use a little I
cash, you know. And though Pat I
and Lane and Uncle Ned don't need
it so badly, nor yet Tom, I thought |
it only decent to give 'em the inside ]
track."
"Not Shelly?" I asked. '
"Lay off Shelly. He's got you J
thinking in circles. dear. Sure,;
Shelly's got his mite in. Now for I
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I the wedding plans. I'm keen to get
to them."
"Let's wait for Father Andrew,"
• I begged. "And Jeanie and Pat and
i the kiddies themselves. they're
| the interested parties, you know."
"All right," agreed Jim. "I'm
I kind of tired myself. Give me a
' kiss and we'll cut out all the gabbing
j and settle down to the serious busi-
I ness of hieing to dreamland."
j Just then there came a timid
, knock on the door. I opened it. to
find Phoebe in the corridor, her
j pansy face very wide-eyed and a
finger on her lips, conspirator
t fashion.
I "You look like an intriguing
; cherub," 1 giggled, stepping out in
response to her solepin summons.
Without answering, she tip-toed
down the hall to her room and I |
had no choice but to follow. When j
' we arrived she closed the door and '
t irned to me with a serio-comic |
air of secrecy and solemnity.
"Well, dear?" I said.
"Anne, I've a confession to make.
A fheadful one!" whispered Phoebe.
; That was Shelly who phoned me at
' Virginia's the other day."
"I wouldn't call it a confession, ,
i dear." I said dryly. "It's merely a j
I confirmation of what I already
\ know."
| "I had to lie about it," went on !
j Phoebe hastily. "He acted so des
| perate about Jeanie, and I thought)
I if he went out to the old home and '
i made a scene—maybe she and Pat
j would misunderstand each other i
j and drift apart again. And he was j
| lonesome and had to be amused. ;
And to-day 1 saw him again because
he said he was lonesomer than ever \
and would do something desperate !
if no one took pity on him. I took :
Val along—or rather she took me in |
her car."
f Then, with some real seriousness.'
iI asked:
"But why didn't you take me ,
| along, Phoebe?"
"Well, dear, you mustn't mind— |
but Shelly says you've never under
stood him. And you didn't always
r trust me. You remember that time I
i about Dick West and the Jade neck- ;
j lace. Don't be hurt, dear. But !
sometimes you act as.if I were a
j silly child instead of a woman of j
'the world. So I tliought I'd manage!
! this myself—and I have! To-night j
jhe whispered that he'd decided to j
i take my advice and to forget Vir-;
J ginia. Isn't that splendid? You
j can see I've had a good influence on I
i him even if I had to deceive you to I
igain it."
"Of course, he asked you to keep j
| this secret from Jim and Neal and !
j me," I said with a great air of j
j casualness. '
"Must we tell—the boys?" replied i
i Phoebe, naively questioning in turn. [
"If you'll promise to let Sheldon
j work out his own fate from now
I on, I think we can call the matter I
closed," I promised rashly. "Then j
j we needn't bother Jim or Neal about
it."
j (To Be Continued.)
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THE LOVE G
' By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
CHAPTER I,XXXI.
(Copyright, 1919, Star Company,)
The words were spoken. To
David they seemed to echo through
I the room.
For a moment the girl in front of
him did not move, but sat, h.er eye
fixed on him, every drop of color
ebbing from her face.
"You mean," she whispered at
last, "that you are the David De-
Laine who was Miss Jeanne's
nephew ?"
"Yes," he said, huskily, "I am."
"Oh, let me think, please, I can
not understand it," she begged
pressing her hand to her eyes.
He walked away from her and
stood at the window, his back to
the room.
Outside the rain -was still falling.
In the silence he could hear the
drops dash against the pane. The
street lamps revealed the wet and
glistening pavements.
His thoughts went back to a
night years ago when his father lay
dying. David had then stood by a
window in the Baltimore home and
! gazed out into the street. The pave
ments had looked then just as they
did to-night. Even now he recalled
the grip of pain at his heart as he
appreciated the fact that his father
was slipping out of his life.
To-night he had that same grip
! ping pain at his heart. The woman
he loved more than all the world
had heard his confession Would
she slip out of his life as com
pletely as if she were dead?
With a sudden resolution he
wheeled about and returned to her.
She dropped her hands from her
eyes as he approached, but did not
look up.
"You. knew," she said so softly
that he had to bend to hear the
words, "who "you were when you
came here? I mean —did you know
that I knew Miss Jeanne De Laine?"
"I was not sure if you were the
Miss Leighton of whom I had heard
her speak. After I had been here.
' for a little while I was convinced
that you were."
"What convinced you?"
"I saw your initials on' your bag,
—but what made me. certain was
that pendant," with a motion
towards the trinket on her throat.
Unconsciously, her hand stole up
i to
"Miss DeLaine left this to You
1 remember seeing it in her posses
sion?"
"Yes, years ago," he replied,
; "when I was only a young boy. I
always thought it was very beauti
ful."
She diu not speak, but held the
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amethyst pendant in her hand, as
if- the touch of it calmed her.
"I have told you the truth, Miss
Leigh ton," David said. "Can you
forgive me?"
"For what?"
"For the deception I practiced.
Oh, don't you suppose I know how
the whole adventure must look to
you? I, suspecting who you were
and that you were a friend of my
aunt's—came here, even after the
insult that she had put upon you
in her will."
Desiree started violently. "I did
| not suppose you knew!" she mut-
I tered.
| A Complete Confession.
"I did know, I may" as well con
j fess that, too. And while 1 am
making a clean breast of the whole
thing, I want to tell you thai; I was
horrified, shocked, by the terms of
that will. My aunt was not herself
when she made it. I could not get
away from it—although I tried to.
But law is law. Nevertheless, I
! shall prove that she was of unsound
mind when she drew up that docu
ment. And I have put myself on
record as renouncing every cent of
it, —here or hereafter."
He stopped, coloring violently.
Did his words carry a suggestion
that he dared hope there was any
possibility of his ever fulfilling the
condition of the will?
"But I could never had com
plied with the terms of the instru
ment"—he began, floundering
hopelessly.
She looked directly at him. In
the depths of her dark eyes he saw
something like pity and a compre
hension that made his head swim.
"Don't try to expk.in to me," she
pleaded, and her tone was very
low. "I understand entirely."
"You understand?" he repeated
incredulously. "You understand
that it was only the need of work
and—l may as well as frank —the
desire for adventure that made me
come to your father on that day"—
She interrupted him. "Please,"
she begged, "don't make any more
explanations! They are guite un
necessary."
"Unnecessary?" he echoed.
"Yes," she answered simply, "be
cause, as I have already tried to
explain, I had faith in you. So
please—if you believe what I say,
—let us talk no more about it."
"And you forgive me!" • he ex
claimed. "You forgive me—and
actually understand?"
"Yes," she said. "I understand—
so there is nothing to forgive.
That is what French people say,
you know—'To comprehend is to
pardon.' "
"Miss Leighton," he implored, all
sense of caution swept from him,
"I have another confession to
make. From the first time I ever
saw you I knew there was never
anybody else like _you —rthat you
were the only"—
Again she checked him. "Don't
bother to tell me," she murmured,
a smile playing about her lips. "I
kntow that, too."
"You know that I love you?" he
burst forth, seizing her hand. "Oh
my dear—you knew that all along?
I tried to hide it. Why did you—
how could you"—
"Because," and she laughed I
sofetly while a beautiful color
flooded her face—"the eyes of love |
are not blind, but preternaturally l
A New Little Bride With
An Old, Old Problem
"Why, what in the world Is the
matter. Nan?" exclaimed Helen Law
ton, as she found her friend sobbing
broken-heartedly.
"Oh," cried Nan, "it's that wretched
cornstarch pudding. This is the first
luncheon I've given since 1 was mar
ried, and I wanted to have everything
so nice, and my pudding is thin and
lumpy, and—and, impossible."
"Never mind, dear," soothed Helen.
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"It's wonderful!" exclaimed Nan
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the cake."
"And Is it expensive?" tuestloned
Nan.
"No; a 15c box of Puddine will
serve 15 people, and of course you
need use only as much of the box at
a time as you need."
"Well," said Nan, "1 certainly am
glad to know about it. I can assure
you that I shall never again be with
out it."
"Puddine," said her friend, "Is my
standby. It's a delicious all-around
dessert that tops off any meal."
You can buy Puddine at your gro
cers!— Adv.
keen. That was why I under
stood you and trusted you—David."
[To Be Continued]
Little Talks by
Beatrice Fairfax
"Don't tell me you're one of those
people who think a marriage ought
to be an affair of prison walls," said
Edgar, argumentatively.
"I'm not," I replied, wondering'
just what phase of "freedom of the'
i individual" was engaging Edgar's!
attention now. "I think marriage!
| ought to offer people a blessed op- 1
, portunity to live" their lives fully
.and completely."
i I confess I knew that committed
I me to nothing and might lead Edgar
| to commit himself to .a great deal.
I "Then I can talk to you," replied i
i the young man with great satisfac
; tion, leaning back in my big wicker
chair and filling a pipe with an air
, that indicated a masculine determ
ination to pour out his heart.
After a minute he burst out:
"Can you see any reason why if
I find myself stranded over a week
end in a strange city and a friend
of mine knows a couple of nice girls.
the four of us travel around to
• dinners and theaters and have a
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good time, I shouldn't continue the
friendship?"
I "One thing at a time," I insisted,
j "Don't yoii want t'o know first of all
•if I think you ought to travel
around gayly as one of the party of
four?"
"Some folks would say it was all
wrong," conceded Edgar.
"I'm not one of them," I replied
gravely. "If the man was a very
good friend and the girls were good
friends of his and everybody knew
you were married, then the whole
situation was open and above board
and needn't mean a particle of harm
to anyone. But why were you
'stranded over the weekend?" Did
you have to stay over Sunday to
keep an early Monday morning ap
pointment?"
Edgar had the grace to olush.
"No; I could have got out Satur
day night. But I had such a dandy
time with these folks Friday and
Saturday, and they knew I was mar
ried, and it didn't seem to make any
difference, and it was so long since
I'd been one of the boys like that.
So I just stayed."
"Playing the misunderstood hus
band role?" I ventured positively.
"How do you know?" began Ed
gar, and then turning it into an in
dignant, 'What do you mean?"
Whereupon both ot- us rescued
our sense of honor and laughed,
and that cave me a chance to lee
NOVEMBER 11, 1919.
|ture him a bit without endangering
j his affection.
i 'Laddie," said I, "don't you realize
i that impression those young folks
! got from the fact that you stay
jaway from Beth over Sunday when
j you didn't have to? Don't you see
| that they couldn't help feeling that
| she wasn't completely necessary to
;'you and not completely congenial
j either? You just staying away
| from her like that put Beth in a po
'sition that cheapened and belittled
; her.
| "That was a bad start, and your
! suspicious old friend feels that you
j probably followed it up by posing
;as the misunderstood hero they
I took you for. And pretty soon you
probably began to contrast "the
freshness of those girls who weren't
' wives and mothers with a lot of
j responsibility ofed work with the
Istrn'ned look .Beth generally wears.
• They were now and different,
weren't they Edgar? And the ques
tion you want to ask next is if it
would be wrong for you to run over
and see them the next time you're
in the neighborhood?"
"How did you know?" gasped
Edgar.
"Because, you dear young scamp,"
I answered. "I know you and a
lot of other young men folks who
'marry at t)venty-five and find them
selves ten years later with a tricksy
I longing to play-pretend at bjlng
| a gay young baehelor again.
j "Don't you suppose that Beth ever
I longs to forget the children and the
I spring housecleaning and the ice
| man's bills, and to have a pretty new
, dress she didn't contrive out of last
j year's frock or pick up at an end
jof-the-season bargain sale? Don't
you realize that she's sweet and
| pretty? If Beth had more time to
j keep up with current events and
I dance steps and fashions, she might
; be rather a belle with men to whom
| she was new, uncharted territory,
j'and who didn't think of her first
iand foremost and all the time as
I your wife. Suppose she tried it?"
"I never thought of that," replied
| blankly. Still, it was kind
lof a lark to get away and prance
I about like a colt for that weekend.
| Only I don't suppose I ought to send
i that pretty black-eyed girl my photo
! graph as I promised."
"No," I said dryly, "I suppose
' not."
"Do I have—to tell Beth?" asked
j Edgar. "Is" that my punishment?"
"No," I said sadly, "It's hers. And
'yours is to inflict it."
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