THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA. The Real Adventure A NOVEL Br Henry Kitchell Webster (Cop; right kvit, Tfca BuUM Morrill Uooipuj) CHAPTER VI Continued. 5 For tho next half-hour, until the tar stopped la front of her house, Rose ncted on this request told obout her life before and since her mnrrliige to Rodney, about her friends, her tmuNemeiits anything that came Into her mind. But she lingered before Setting out of the car,, to say: "I hope I haven't forgotten a single word of your preaching. You said so muny things I want to think about." "Don't trouble your soul with that, child," said the actress. "All the sermon you need can be boiled down Into a sentence, and until you have found it out yourself, you won't be lieve It." "Try me," said Rose. 'Then attend. How shall I say It? Nothing worth having comes as a gift, nor even can be bought cheap. Everything of value In your life will tost you' dear, and sometime or other you'll have to pay the price of It." It was with a very thoughtful, per plexed face that Rose watched the car drive away, and then walked slowly Into the house the Ideal house and Mowed herself to be relieved of her m-raps by the perfect maid. There was still an hour before she eed begin dressing for tho Randolph dinner; when Rodney came home this Tague, scary, nightmarish sort of feel ing which for no reasonable reason seemed to be clutchlug at her, would he forgotten. She wished he would tome hoped ho wouldn't be late, and finally sat down before the telephone with a half-formed Idea of calling him P. Just as she laid her hand upon the receiver, the telephone bell rang. It was Rodney calling her. "Oh, that you, Rose?" he said. "I rtia'n't be out till late tonight. I've jot fb work." "But Roddy, dearest," she protested, "you have to come home. You've got the Randolphs' dinner." "Oh!" he said. "I forgot all about It. But it doesn't make n bit of differ ence, anyway. I wouldn't leavo the office before I have fiuitfhed this Job for anybody short of the Angel Ga briel." "But" It wns absurd that her eyes Fhould he Tilling up and her throat petting lumpy over a thlug like this -But what shall I do? Shall I tell Eleanor we can't come, or shall I offer to come without you?" "I don't care ! Do whichever you Bke. I've got enough to think about without deciding that. Now do hang sp and run along." "But Rodney, what's happened? lias something gone wrong?" "Heavens, uo!" he said. "What Is there to go wrong? I've got a big day lu court to-morrow and I've struck snng, and I've got to wriggle out of It somehow, before I quit. It's noth ing for you to worry about. Go to your dinner and have a good time. Good-by." The click In the receiver told her he hud hung up. The difficulty about the Randolphs was mnnaged easily enough. Eleanor was perfectly gracious about it nnd Insisted that Rose should come by her self. She was completely dressed a good three-quarters of an hour before It was time to start, aud If she drove straight downtown she would have n len-mlntite visit with Rodney aud still ot bo late for the dinner. She found a single elevator In com mission In the great, gloomy rotunda of the olllce building, and the watch man who ran her up mude a terrible noise shutting the gate after he ltnd let her out on the fifteenth lloor. The dim marble corridor echoed her foot falls ominously, and when she reached the door of his outer otllce and tried It, she found it locked. The next door down the corridor was the one that led directly Into hW private office, nnd here the light shone through the ground glass. She stole up to It as softly as she tould, tried It and found It locked, loo, so sho knocked. Through tho pen transom above It, she heard him Softly swear In a heartfelt sort of way, snd heard his chair thrust back. The net moment ho opened the door witli s Jerk. Jlis glare of annoyance changed to bewilderment at the sight of her, nnd be said: "Rose! . Has anything fcappeiied? What's tho matter?" And, nteliing her by the arm, he led her Into thu otficp. "Here, sit down nnd get your breath and tell me about It !" She smiled and took his face in both aer hands. "But It's the other way," the said. "There's nothing tho matter with me. I came down, you poor old boy, to see what was the mutter with yon." He frowned nnd took her hands way and stepped back out of her reach. Had It not been for tho sheer Incredibility of It, she'd have thought UtHt her touch was actually distaste ful to him. "Oh," he said. "I thought I told joa over the phone there wus nothing the matter! Won't you be awfully bite to the Randolphs'?" "I hud ten minutes," she snld, "and I thought . . " She broke off tin sentence when . she saw him snap at his watch and look at it. "I know there's something," she said. "I can tell Just by the way your eyes look snd the way you're so tight nnd strained. If you'd Just tell me about tt, and then sit down nnd let me try to tuke the struln away. . . ." Beyond a doubt the strain was there. Tie laugh he meant for a good-humored dismissal of her fears didn't sound at a'i as !t wus w'ouded to, "Good CONDITIONS FOR ROSE'S HAPPINESS ARE JUST TOO PER FECT IN HER NEW HOME AND SOCIAL SET-SO NATURALLY SHE BECOMES DISSATIS FIED WITH THE EASY LIFE SYNOPSIS. Rose Stanton, Htudent at the University of Chicago, is put off a street cur In the rain after nn argument with the conductor. She Is accosted by n young inun who offers help and escorts her home. Ad hour later this man, Rodney Aldrlch, well-to-do lawyer, appears at I ho homo of his sister Frederien (the wealthy Mrs. Whitney), and she, telling him he ought to many, tries to Interest him In a young widow. He laughs at "Freddy," but two months luter he marries Rose Stanton. Rose moves from modest circumstances Into a magnificent home and begins to associate with the exclusive sociul circle. Sho meets a French actress who tells her that nothing worth while Is given us for success, or hupplness, or ease, or love, we must pay In some manner. These two ore talking when the Installment opens. heuvens!" ho said. "There's nothing to tell! I've got an argument before the court of appeals tomorrow and there's a ruling decision ngainst me. It Is against me, nnd It's bad law. But that Isn't what I want to tell them. I want some way of making a distinc tion so that I can hold that the de cision doesn't rule." "And It wouldn't help," she ventured, "if you told me all about it? I don't care about the dinner." "I couldn't cxpluln In a mouth," he said. "Oh, I wish I were some good !" she snld forlornly. He pulled out his watch again nnd began pnclng up nnd down the room. "I Just can't stnnd it to see you like that," she broke out again. "If you'll only sit down for five minutes and let me try to get that strained look out of your eyes. . . ." "Can't you take my word for It and let it alone?" he shouted. "I don't need to be comforted nor encouraged. I'm In nn Intellectual quandary. For the next three hours, or six, or how ever long It takes, I want my mind to run cold nnd smooth. I've got to be tight nnd strained. That's the way the Job's done. You can't solve nn Intel lectual problem by having your hand held, or jour eyes kissed, or anything like that. Now, for the love of heaven, child, run along and let me forget you ever existed, for n while!" CHAPTER VII. A Freudian Physician. Rose's arrival nt the dinner a little late, to be sure, but not scandalously created a mild" sensation. None of the other guests were strangers, either, on whom she could have the effect of novelty. But when she came Into the drawing room In such n wonder ful gown put on tonight because she felt somehow like especially pleasing Rodney when she came In, she re oxygenated the social atmosphere. She was, In fuct, a stranger. Her voice had a bead on It which roused a perfectly unreasoning physical ex citement the kind of bead which, In singing, makes all the difference be tween a church choir and grand opera. The glow they were accustomed to In her eyes concentrated Itself Into Hashes, and the flush that so often, and so adorably, suffused her face, burned brighter now In her cheeks nnd left the rest pale. And these were true Indices of the changes thnt had taken place within her. From sheer numb Incredulity, she had reacted to a flue glow of In dignation. She had found herself sud denly feeling lighter, older, Indescrib ably more confident. They shouldn't suspect her humiliation or her hurt. Uer husband, James Randolph re flected, had evidently either been mak ing love to her, or Indulging In the civil ized equivalent of beating her; he was curious to find out which. And, having learned from his wife that Rose was to sit beside him at the table, he made up his mind that he would. A physician of the Frcudlnn school, trail ed to analyze people's souls, he was well equipped to find out, without Rose's knowledge. He didn't attempt It, though, during his first tulk with her confined him self rigorously to tho carefully sifted chaff which does duty for polite con- "I Came Down ... to See What Was the Matter With You." versatlon over the same hors d'oeuvres and entrees, from one dinner to the next, the season round. It wasn't until Eleanor had turned the table the second time, that he made his first gambit in the game. "No need asking you If you like this sort of thing," ho said. "I would like to know how you keep It up. It can't any of It get unywhere. What's the ut traction?" "You can't get a rise out of me to night," said Rose. "Not after what I've been through today. Madame (ircvllle's been talking to me. She thinks American women are dreadful dubs or she would If she knew tho word thinks we don't know our own game. Do you agree with her?" "I'll tell you thut," ho said, "after you answer my question. What's tho attraction?" "Don't you think It would be a mis take," said Rose, "for me to try to analyze It? Suppose I did aud found there wasn't any." . "Is thut what's the matter with Rod ney?" he asked. "Is this sort of" a gesture with his head took In the table "caramel diet beginning to go against his teeth?" "He had to work tonight," Rose suld. "He was awfully sorry he could n't come." Sho smiled Just a little Ironically as she suld It, and exagger ated by a hair's breath, perhaps, the purely conventional nature of the re ply. "Yes," he observed, "that's what we say. . Sometimes It gets us off and sometimes It doesn't." "Well. It got him off tonight," she said. "He was pretty Impressive. He said there was a ruling decision against him and he had to make some sort of distinction so that the decision wouldn't rule. Do you know what that means? I don't." "Why didn't you ask hlra?" Ran dolph wanted to know. "I did, and he snld he couldn't ex plain It, but that It would take a month. So of course there wasn't time." "I thought," said Rnndolph, "thnt ho used to talk law to you by the hour." The button wasn't on the foil that time, because the thrust brought blood a bright flush Into her cheeks and a sudden brightness Into her eyes that would have Induced him to relent if she hadn't followed the thing up of her own accord. "I wish you'd tell me something," she said. "I expect you know better than anyone else I could ask. Why It Is that husbands and wives can't talk to each other? Imagine what this table would be If the husbunds nnd wives sat side by side!" The cigarettes came around Just then, nnd he lighted one rather de liberately, at one of the candles, before he answered. "I am under the Impression,! he snld, "that husbands nnd wives can talk exactly as well as any other two people. Exactly as well, and no bet ter. Tho necessary conditions for real conversation are a real Interest In and knowledge of a common subject; ability on the part of both to con tribute something toward that subject. Well, If a husband and wife can meet those terms, they can talk. But the Joker Is, as our legislative friend over there would say" he nodded down tho table toward a young millionaire ot altruistic principles, who had got elected to the state assembly "tho Joker is that a man and a woman who aren't murrled, and who are moderate ly attracted to each other, can talk, or seem to talk, without meeting those conditions." "Seem to talk?" she questioned. "Seem to exchange Ideas mutually. They think they do, but they don't It's pure Illusion, that's the nnsMr." "I'm not clever, really," said Rose, "and I don't know much, and I simply don't understand. Will you explain It, In short words" she smiled "since we're not married, you know?" He grinned back nt her. "All right," he suld, "since we're not married, I will. We'll take a hypothetical case. We'll take Darby and Joan. They en counter each other somewhere, and something about them that men have written volumes about and never ex plained yet, sets up. They arrest each other's attention get to thinking about each other, are strongly drawn to gether. "It's not quite the oldest and most primitive thing In the world, but neap ly. Only, Darby and Joan aren't prim itive people. Each of them Is carry ing a perfectly enormous superstruc ture of ideas nnd inhibitions, emo tional refinements, and capacities, and the attraction is so disguised that they don't recognize It. "Absence of common knowledge and common Interests only makes Darby and Joan fall victims to the very dau gerous Illusion thnt they're Intellec tual companions. They think they're having wonderful tulks, when all they aro doing Is making love." "And poor Joan," said Rose, after a palpable silence, but evenly enough, "who has thought all along that she was attracting a man by her Intelli gence and her understanding, and all that, wakes up to find thnt she's been married for her long eyelashes, and her nice voice and her pretty ankles. That's a little hard on her, don't you think, if she's been taking herself seriously?" "Nine times In ten," he said, "she's fooling herself. She's taken her own ankles much more seriously than she has her mind. She's capable of real sacrifices for them. Intelligence she regards as a gift. She thinks witty conversation, or bright letters to a friend, are real exercises of her mind real work. But work Isn't done like that. Work's overcoming something thnt resists; and there's strain In It, nnd pain and discouragement." In her cheeks the red flared up brighter. She smiled again not her own smile one, nt any rate, that wns new to her. "You don't 'solve an in tellectual problem,' then," she quoted, '"by hnving your hand held, or your eves kissed 1"' Whereupon he shot a look nt her and observed thnt evidently ho wasn't as much of a pioneer as ho thought. She did not rise to this cast, how ever. "All right," she said ; "admitting that her ankles are serious und her mind Isn't, what Is Joan going to do about it?" "It's easier to say what she's not to do," he decided, after hesitating a mo ment "Uer fatal mistake will be to despise her ankles without disciplining her mind. If she will take either one of them seriously, or both for that matter It's possible she'll do very well. lie could, no doubt, have continued upon the theme indefinitely, but tho table turned the other way Just then and Rose took up an alleged conver sation with the man at her right which lasted until they left the table, nnd Included such topics as Indoor golf, woman's suffrage, the new dances, Bernard Shaw, Campnnlnl, and tho political parties; with a perfectly appropriate and final comment upon each. Rose didn't care. She was having a wonderful time a new kind of won derful time. No longer gazing, big eyed like little Cinderella, at a pag eant some fairy godmother's whim hud admitted her to, but consciously gazed upon; she was the show, tonight, and sho know it. Her low, finely modu lated voice, so rich lu humor, so varied In color, had tonight an edge upon It thut curried It beyond those she wbs Immediately speaking to, and drew looks that found It hard to get away She Listened With Mingled Feelings to His Argument again. For the first time In her life, with full self-consciousness, she was producing effects, thrilling with the exercise of h power as obedient to her will as electricity to the munlpu lator of a switchboard. She was like a person driving nn ulrplune, able to move In all three dimensions. Pretty soon, of course, she'd have to Come back to earth, where certain monstrously terrifying questions were waiting for her. CHAPTER VIII. Rodney Smiled. The uext day, Rose took two steps toward mnklrfg herself her husband's Intellectual companion. From a university catalog she pick ed out the names of half a dozen ele mentary textbooks on law, and then went to a bookstore and bought them. She had taken her determination during the endless waking hours of the ulght : she was going to study law study It with all her might 1 The other step was to go and hear Rodney's argument In court that day. She was successful in slipping Into the rear of the courtroom up on the eighth floor of the Federal building without attracting her husband's at tention ; and for two hours and a half she listened, with mingled feelings, to his argument. There wns no use pre tending that she could follow hdr hus band's reasoning. Listening to It had something the same effect upon her ns watching some enormous, com plicated, smooth-running mass of ma chinery. ' She was conscious of the power of it, though ignorant of what made it go, and of what It was ac complishing. The three stolid figures behind the high mahogany bench seemed to be following It attentively, though they Irritated her bitterly, sometimes, by In dulging In whispered conversations. And, presently, he Just stopped talk ing and began stacking up his notes. The oldest Judge mumbled something, everybody stood up, and the three stiff, formidable figures filed out by a side door. It was ail over. But nothing had happened I Rose had expected to leave the courtroom In the blissful knowledge of Rodney's victory or the acceptance of his defeat. In her surprise over the failure of this climax to materialize, she almost neglected to make her es cape before he discovered her there. One practical advantage she had gained out of what was, on the whole, a rather unsatisfactory afternoon. When she had gone home and changed Into the sort of frock she thought he'd like nnd come down-stulrs In answer to his shouted greeting from the lower hall, she didn't say, as otherwise she would have done, "How did It conio out Roddy? Did you win?" In the light of her newly acquired knowledge she could see how a question of that sort would Irritate him. In stead of that, she said : "You dear old boy, how dog-tired you must be I How do you think H went? Do you till a you Impressed them? I bet you did I" And, not having been rubbed the wrong way by a foolish question, he held her off with both hands for a moment, then hugged her up nnd told her she was a trump. "I had a sort of uneasy feeling," he confessed, "that after last night the way I threw you out of my oiUce. fairly. I'd find you tragic. I might have known I could count on you. Is there anywhere wo have got to go? Or can we Just stay home?" He didn't want to flounder through an emotional morass. And tho as sumption that she couldn't walk beside hltn on the main path of his life was Just and sensible. But It wasn't good enough for Rose. So the very next morning she strip ped the cover off the first of the law books she had bought, and really went to work. She bit down, angrily, the yawns that blinded her eyes with tears she made desperate efforts to flog her mind into grappling with the endless succession of meaningless pages spread out before her, to find a germ of meaning somewhere In It that would bring the dead verbiage to life. She was very secretive about It ; developed an almost morbid fear that Rodney would discover what she was doing aud laugh his big laugh at her. Sho resisted Innumerable questions she wanted to propound to him, from a fear that they'd betray her secret. She even forbore to ask hltn about tho case ; it was The Case in her mind the one she knew ubout. She discovered In the newspaper, one day, a column summary of court decisions thut had been handed down ; and though The Case wasn't In it, she kept, from thut day forward, a careful watch, discovered where the legal news wus printed, uud never overlooked a paragraph. Aud at last she fouud It Just the bare statement: "Judg ment nfllrmed." Rodney, sho knew, hud represented the appellunt Ho was beaten. For a moment the thing had bruised her like a blow. Aud then, ull at once, In the lndrnwlng of a single breath, she saw It differently. Sho saw she couldn't help him out of his Intelloc tuul quandaries yet. But under tho discouragement and lussltude of de feat, couldn't sho help hlra? She re membered bow many times she had gone to him for help like that, and, most notably, during the three or four duys of an acute Illness of her moth er's, when she hud been brought fuce to fuce with the monstrous. Incredible possibility of losing her, how she had clung to him, how his tenderness had soothed and quieted her. Ho had never come to her like that, She knew now it was a thing she had unconsciously longed for. And to night she'd have a chance! There wns a mounting excitement In her, as tho hours pussed a thrilling suspense. For two hours that afternoon, she listened for his latchkey, and when at lust she heard It, she stole down the stairs. Ho didn't shout her name from tho hall, ns he often did He didn't hear her coming, nnd she got n look nt his face ns he stood at tho table absently turning over somo mall that lay there. He looked tired, sho thought. Rose tries hard to keep track of her husband's professional la bors and to be mentally Interest ing to him, but she doesn't make much headway. Unusual devel opments In their relations are pictured In the next Installment (TO BE CONTINUED.) WOMEN MOT MOST GARRULOUS Writer Calls Attention to Truth Which Is an , Indictment of the Sterner Sex. We men are accustomed to deride the garrulity of women; yet I doubt If nny women under the sun could com pete In loquacity with a pair or trio or quurtct of young men engaged In the exchange of views on metaphysics, literature or art. We two or three or four spent nmbroslul nights, Robert M. Gray writes lu the Atlantic. There were no problems too knotty, no reaches of hypothesis too vast for us to -attempt That was a time of life to remem ber, when the mind was growing like corn In hot weather. It Is a pleasant thought that all over the land there nre little bands of youths doing a? we did. I get wind of one now and then son.e boy with nil the fire and foolishness, some girl with all the sensibility nnd sentimentalities, by a chnnco look or word carries mo buck, as a whiff of li lacs or mignonette can transport us Into our childhood. He Is a poor man who never wns foolish. It Is appalling to think over what he has missed. I am glad that there wns a time when 1 wns omnis cient; thut there wns a tlmo when in opinion was attractive because It was radical, and the "miserable little vir tue of prudence" was not a part of my moral code. I think It makes me more charltuble toward youth. Whether It docs or not, there can be no doubt that the surest corrective and sweetener of life Is a jvlvld memory. Cured of Borrowing. "Well, I've found a way to stop my neighbors from borrowing," snld a young suburban matron - gleefully. "You see," she explnlned, "wo nre not near any store, and, of course, some times one has to depend on a neighbor In an emergency. But my particular neighbor seemed 'to hove such emerg encies nearly every day. And It was usually vinegar that she wanted. Now we are partlculnr about our vinegar, and get the best variety, and of course when Mrs. Neighbor asked for vinegar we gave her our best. But when she returned it she sent a very cheap grade, which we were unable to use, and were obliged to throw out. "This wns repeated so often that we began to weary of It, and suddenly a bright Idea struck me. I carefully poured her cheap vinegar Into a bottle and saved it Next time she asked me to lend her vinegar I sent her o.wn to her. Tho cure worked. She hns never asked for another drop, and I sup pose she thinks I am a mean sort of neighbor. But I don't cure." Ex change. Important Would-Be Writer What do you con sider the most Important for a begin ner In literature? Old Uuud A small appetite. .. Four-fifths of the world's coffee li raised lu BrurlL S f A New Ideas in Graduation Frocks If it were not for net, crepe geor gette might be said to hold first place In the esteem of fashion for mid summer dressy frocks, and if it were not for crepe georgette, we would cer tnlnly concede thnt distinction to net. As it is they flourish with equal suc cess and appear side by side In the most enchanting dresses. But when It comes to choosing ma terials for graduation frocks there is nothing quite so well liked ns net. It Is sprightly and youthful looking and dresses made of It ore planned to visu alize the young summer. Plain, fine meshed nets are exactly suited to the youth of those who are Jnst about to bid farewell to schooldays. In 'spite of the lovely, Interminable procession of whlte-clnd maids that have passed along this same path, some new touches have been found to distin guish the dresses of this year's gradu ates. Little, Inconspicuous nccessorles and novel decorations make them In teresting and the daintiness and re finement of net and organdie make them beautiful. Gifts Made of Ribbons No matter what dull or matter-of-fact business may lead unwilling feet along the ways of department stores, something Interesting Is going to hap pen once they are Inside. For all paths lend past the ribbon counter those who know women and ribbon plan It that way. Ribbons are the one luxury thnt all women afford, and sho Is a cold-hearted creature who can pass them without lingering awhile to look at the most beautiful and the most splendid products of the looms. They refresh the soul like flowers. In June and In December ribbons are at their best, for In these months peo ple make many gifts. Just now there are displays thnt merit the name of gorgeous, In which the richest ribbons nre shown made up into bags or used to ornament plainer ribbons in girdles. Plain satin and flowered ribbons are chosen for exquisite corset-covers to be worn under blouses of georgette crepe or net. Breakfast and boudoir capes are made of satin ribbon with Pique Waistcoats. When milady purchases a plain tai lored suit she would be wise to lay in a supply of waistcoats in plain pique or linen, striped in color. Sometimes these waistcoats carry collars and cuffs that are all their own, und now and then they are set above contrast ing stocks and cuffs. New Boots for Sport For walking boots plaid effects nre shown, and with the golf shoes go knitted noil;.' which turn back Just un- k The net frock shown in ; will set off a youthful dr.- simple enough with n plain:! ly full skirt and wide lien gnndle ruching Is s.-t on t medallions and about the sleeves. The lio.llce la k I with square neck and i I simulates a fichu at thefw under a girdle of tnffeUr. nnrrow ribbon. Narrow r. placed over tin' shudders pass under tho girdle, nttl; back, and fall lel"v ther.l about half the length ot They nre finished with lift buds near the vnK Ala tiny pink roses nt the nect The ribbons nnd the In white, but In the dress, i-1 they nre in blue. These simple net dress over slips of white or colore Lnce and crochet balls, 1 1 and embroidery appear lr- ration and the fashion i' favors light pink nnd bliwrJ girdles and ribbons worntfl tltt hand crochet or line lnpp rnmhlnml with th negligees and even P ed to the long list on" gifts for the bride or for girl graduates. Two girdles are sho" ture. One of them U satin ribbon, with m" i.. . ....!.,., Line aou ill luiquuini: '- i tho oiida nnd n flnM " bulls. The other Is a MM sfrtno In n lnn' sash '' J with black silk tss ell ta Th f.r.t covert ' .11.1,.... ,! ntnln Silt" with needlework tM& moire wuu mm" j. . . .1.. i..t!cr. 0s mce. in me j, iif nDi inndcww set across the front 0 . .. nn ot" . ,1. uer me nueo. --,u estlng of the golf JJ naupioiion ui ,i..i been worn by E f r Tho tongue, cl.nn nn pltlicr Slue , etc., ironi (Ms of rawhide bet V ir soles. inukeS "Im Female "ir)l"crw navy receive
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