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(By CORALIE STANTON and
HEATH HOSKEN.)
T HERE was no time to think, to
reason, or to determine on a
course of action. The thing: was
done now. He must go through with
it. Everything depended on the wom
an. If she broke down and gave the
secret away—well, Brooke must know,
and he must do what he liked.
He tried hard to get himself in hand.
Whatever happened, he, at any rate,
must remain cool and master of him
self. As for the woman, he shuddered
when he remembered the state of mind
In which she had left him. Such a
woman in such a state might do any
thing. She was not responsible for
w'hat she did or said.
He heard footsteps in the hall, and
voices. He braced himself. It was
the supreme moment. The handle of
the door turned. He heard a woman’s
voice and recognized it. It was hers.
He went suddenly very cold.
Zoe Enters and
Calmly Greets Him
The door opened. Brooke entered
and held the door open for his wife.
"My dear," he said, proudly, in his
deep-toned voice that seemed to come
from his boots, "this is my dear old
friend Crawley—Noel Crawley!” He
laid his hand affectionately on his
wife’s shoulder, and the doglike blue
eyes shone with a softness and ex
pression that Crawley had never seen
there before. "Crawley, old man,” he
said, "this 1s my wife!"
Crawley was vaguely conscious of
muttering some commonplace and
taking a cold hand in his.
They gave each other one look, and
that look into the woman’s eyes told
him that the sight of him there, as her
husband’s friend and guest, was as
great a shock to her as it was to him.
But if he had been afraid of her
power of self-control he was agree
ably surprised and relieved. No one
looking on would have guessed for a
moment that their meeting was any
thing else than the meeting of stran
gers.
"I am glad my husband brought you
down, Mr. Crawley," she said, in the
most natural tone of voice and the
most ordinarily conventional manner.
"It is very good of you to come!"
"I brought him rather against his
will. I’m afraid,” said Brooke. "He’d
got the blues—hadn’t you, Crawley?—
so I thought you’d be the best tonic for
him. Di. By gad, little girl, I’m glad to
•ee you!”
She smiled into her husband’s eyes.
It was a smile of perfect trust and un
derstanding.
"Foolish Godfrey!” she laughed.
"You are really an incorrigible flat
terer! I hope you are not tired after
your Journey, Mr. Crawley,” she said,
and looked him full in the face.
There was something bumlime in the
smile she gave him. It was triumph
antly defiant. The man could only
sure at her in mute amazement. The
woman was a miracle.
••No, I—I am not at all tired, thank
you,” he mumbled. His manner was
hesitating and embarrassed. His voice
•ounded husky and unnatural. "I am
afraid. Mrs. Brooke," he went on,
"that this is a shockingly late hour to
come down and disturb you!”
"Not at all, Mr. Crawley. We are
very late birds. Do you know this
part of the country?”
"Only slightly—very slightly. I
don’t think I have ever been to Hatch-
ington before, unless I have motored
through here.”
That is quite possible. We have a
lot of motor cars pass the house.”
"You haven’t seen the house yet.
Crawley,” put in Brooke. "You must
wait till the morning. It’s a fine place.
You know, I had nothing to do w ith it.
Di fixed it all up while I was awav
last time. She’s a clever woman, isn’t
she? Bought the place, furnished it,
and did everything, in fact. I never
saw 1t till two days ago. Well, Craw
ley, my son, what do you think of her,
eh?”
Brooke regarded his wife with a
proud and happy proprietorship.
"Really, Godfrey ” protested Mrs.
Brooke, blushing divinely.
"Beats the sketch, doesn’t it, Craw
ley?”
The sketch?’* breathed the woman.
"What sketch?”
Crawley caught his breath. For a
moment the room seemed to spin
around him. He was dimly conscious
of two affrighted eyes staring at him
from misty vapors; then, with a
giant effort, he controlled himself.
*<Oh, it was a pretty little sketch of
you I picked up Just now, Mrs. Brooke.
Here It Is.” He took it up carelessly
from the table and forced himself to
look at it as he added: "No; it cer
tainly does not flatter you."
"Who did it, Di?" asked Brooke.
"Oh, a man In London!” answered
the woman, with a perfect sang
froid. "I thought of getting him to
paint my portrait; but we never came
to terms."
Crawley bit his lip. She was superb.
She lied grandly; she was a consum
mate actress. And, what was more,
she w-as absolutely mistress of her
self. He had expected to find the ex
cited and hysterical woman who had
left his fiat in London four or five
hours ago. the woman who had grov
eled on the floor at his feet, and be-
seeched him to take her away from
the husband she did not love, w'ho had
sobbed and wept, and said all manner
of wild and passionate things, and
had very nearly taken her life before
his very eyes.
Instead, he found the perfectly
cslm and self-possessed woman, who
looked him full in the eves without
flinching, without so much as quiver
of the eyelids, who spoke to him with
perfect nonchalance, who obviously
meant to play her part for all It was
worth.
Brooke He Sees,
Is Unscrupulous
Only for a second had she betrayed
herself. It was as she entered the
drawing room, and saw him there for
the first time. But that passed in
stantly. She must have expected It.
for presumably Brooke had warned
her.
Crawley’s brain was in a whirl. He
only saw and heard things indis
tinctly. He wanted to get away and
be alone to think. He was barely
conscious of what he did now. He
was like a man in a dream. One
thing, however, he saw plainly, and
that was that, so far, Brooke was
completely unsuspicious.
He knew nothing, suspected noth
ing; he could not keep those com
pelling eyes of his from the beauti
ful creature he proudly called his wife
—the ono and only woman of his life,
the Woman who stood to Godfrey
Brooke as the incarnation of goodness
and purity, the goddess at whose feet
he laid all the love and devotion of]
his great rugged heart.
He worshiped her. Crawley saw it.
A man would be a fool if he did not.
It was something of a revelation to
the artist, for the Brooke he had
known in the past had never had any
place in his heart for women or sen
timent. He had not scorned women,
nor was he what is generally called a
woman-hater. He had always been
good and courteous to women when
they had come in his way, but he had
never sought them.
He hated all manner of sentiment
and the cloaking of his real feelings,
If he ever had any, had become part
and parcel of his nature. His life had
been too full of other things—great,
strenuous things—to leave room for
the minor felicities of existence; and
women to Godfrey Brooke were al
ways placed in that category.
Now he was as enthusiastically In
love as a boy. Eyery look, every
word of the man showed It. To God
frey Brooke his wife was something
to be worshiped, something raised up
in his heart and mind above the level
of ordinary things.
When Crawley had declared, earlier
In the evening, that Zoe was perhaps
the most beautiful woman he had
ever seen, he did not exaggerate.
Diana Brooke was not only superbly
beautiful, but there was some mys
teriously subtle charm about her
which seemed to radiate from her—
a power or influence to attract and
subdue. It might be that wonderful
smile of hers- a smile that was In
Itself a caress; or the rich, vibrant
note of her velvet-toned voice—the
voice of a child that always seemed a
little plaintive and suggestive of tears
—who knew?
She was a woman slightly above the
average height, with a lovely figure,
lithe and sinuous. Her age was prob
ably difficult to determine. She was
not young—probably she was six or
seven and twenty; but then she was
one of those women who are endowed
by the gods with the secret spirit of
eternal youth. Zoe could never be old.
(To Be Continued.)
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T HERE Is a masculine flavor In
Doncet’e blue serge models.
Thle time It Is produced by the
waletcoat of checked linen, a white
background croeeed by red and
black lines. The revere and crois-
lng strap are bound In blaok braid.
The braid likewise binds the bot
tom of *hu skirt, outlines the
pockete and finishes the long
sleevee. Even the buttons are of
the braid. The tall pieces of the
coat are fold A under In t’ e back
and held by straps.
N OTHING could be more typical
of Callot than this evening
frock, and that thle authoritative
couturiers showed at her Spring
opening the becoming Grecian
draperies and narrow silhouette
will be welcome Information to
many fastidious women. Salmon
satin le draped to reveal a- blaok
lace petticoat, and rose tulle, black
velvet straps, and rhinestones en
hance the oorsage.
Snapshots
By ANN LISLE.
The most unoomfortable thing about
introducing a brand-new husband to
your friends is that you never know
whether they are wondering how you
ever got him or why you ever took him.
It is not because a husband and wife
have failed to be honest with one anoth
er that love dies, but because they have
failed to keep up the sweet old lies.
* • •
It doesn't take a woman very long to
discover that she drew a blank In the
matrimonial lottery, but to her dying
day she believes her huartjand drew a
prize.
• • •
Before the average man reaohee the
age of 26 he has either made a fool of
himself or has employed some woman to
do it for him.
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A good place to Judge a woman’s
beauty and a man’s disposition I* *t the
breakfast table.
• • •
A woman simply has to love some
thing, even if It le nothing but a man.
COCOANUT OIL MAKES
• A SPLENDID SHAMPOO
If you want to keep your hair in
good condition, the less soap you
use the better.
Most soaps and prepared sham
poos contain too much alkali. This
dries the scalp, makes the hair
brittle, and is very harmful. Jusi
plain mulsifled cocoanut oil (which
is pure and entirely greaseless), Is
much better than soap or anything
else you can use for shampooing,
as this can’t possibly injure the
hair.
Simply moisten your hair with
water and rub it in. One or two
teaspoonfuls will make an abun
dance of rich, creamy lather, and
cleanses the hair and scalp thor
oughly. The lather rinses out easi
ly. and removes every particle of
dust, dirt, dandruff and excessive
oil. The hair dries quickly and
evenly, and it leaves It fine and
silky, bright, fluffy and easy to
manage.
You can get mulsifled cocoanut
oil at most any drug store. It Is
very cheap, and a few ounces Is
enough to last everyone In the
family for months.
Do You Know-
In Our World of Wonders
ODD THINGS IN NATURE.
HUMAN AND OTHERWISE
There are three million officials In
Germany—one-twentleth of the total
population.
• • •
About 70 per cent of the population
of Russia can not read or write.
• • •
An airship's speed la about forty-
five miles an hour; an aeroplane’s
about seventy-five miles.
• • •
The waltz is & national German
dance, and was introduced Into Eng
land by a German baron a hundred
years ago.
• • •
In China a man pays his doctor only
while he is well. As soon as he falls
ill the physician’s salary stops.
• • •
An elephant has more muscles in its
trunk than any other creature pos
sesses In its entire body.
• • •
The three greatest beer-drlnklng
countries are the United Kingdom.
Germany and Denmark.
...
The Kaiser's visiting cards, meas
uring six Inches by four, are the
largest known.
• • •
It is claimed that there are seven
of Shakespeare’s autographs in ex
istence.
• • •
In thirty-one consecutive days 440
inches of rain recently fell on Dhang-
awata, India.
* • •
One-flfth of the earth’s surface be
longs to the British Empire.
• • •
In Cochin China the inhabitants
prefer rotten eggs to fresh ones.
• • •
All the Kings of Prussia have been
called Frederick or William.
* * *
Light takes eight minutes and thir
teen seconds to travel from the sun to
the earth.
i
I N Western Nebraska and Kansas,
in Colorado, New Mexico, and
parts of Utah, Arizona, Texas and
Mexico occur the plants commonly I
known as Spanish bayonet, bear grass,
or soap weed.
The first name Is suggested by the
stiff, sharp-pointed leaves that stand
like a cluster of bayonets round the
crown of the plant, as if to protect the
tall spike of large greenish-white flower
that shoots up during the early sum
mer.
The last name comes from the use
that the native peoples of these regions
have long made of the plant, for it con
tains a substance known as saponin,
which forma a lather in water much
like that of soap. The material can
be used to wash articles that would be
injured by the alkalis of ordinary soaps.
The roots of the plant, which contain
most of the soap-like substance, are
generally used.
The Indians bruise these roots be
tween two stones and put them into cold
water to steep for a few minutes. Then
they stir the mixture vigorously and rub
it between their hands, an operation
that soon produces a copious lather.
Then they throw away the root fibers
and use the suds they have produced.
Soap manufacturers have begun to
use soap weed In making a mild soap
for the toilet and for washing delicate
fabrics. Ranchmen, on whose land fhe
soap weed is a nuisance, can often sell
it for enough to -pay for clearing the
land.
By following the plan described below,
almost any one can raise dwarf trees,
such as those which come from Japan.
Get a few large, thick-skinned oranges
and halve them. Remove the pulp and
cover the outside of the skins with
thick shellac. That will keep the skins
from shriveling. Fill the skins with fine
rich soli, and plant therein a seed of
whatever tree you wish to raise—or,
rather, two or three seeds, to Insure at
least one good specimen.
Make a stand of some kind so that
the growing tree can be kept In an up
right position, and set the plants where
they will get plenty of sun; but do not
keep them In a room that la likely to
become overheated.
Water them regularly, but not too
profusely. After a time the roots will
begin to oome through the orange peeL
When that happens, cut the roots off
flush with the outer surface of the
orange peel, but be careful not to injure
the film of shellac. It is the cutting of
the roots that stunts the tree. When
the tree has reached maturity you can
ransfer It to a more attractive holder.
Conifers, such as cedars, pines, and
cryptomerias can be readily stunted; so
'O can other evergreens, as ilex. Some
dwarf cedars have been known to live
more than five hundred years. Fruit
trees, such as the orange and the plum,
blossom and bear perfect fruit.
In Florida the skin of the black dia
mond rattlesnake is utilized as a barom
eter. When preserved like rawhide and
hung up, the skin will emit beads of
moisture at the first indications of a
storm. These indications occasionally
occui* several hours before the arrival of
the atmospheric disturbance.
Two curious instances of extreme
color blindness were mentioned recently
In the Scientific Press. A sedate Qua
ker purchased a green coat for himself
and a red gown for his wife, believing
both were brown. A postal clerk could
never balance his accounts; examination
proved that he was unable to distinguish
between the colors of the stamp* he
eoi<L
England has known a few serious
earthquake shocks. In the days of Wil
liam Rufus one was felt throughout the
country, and in 1274 an English earth
quake destroyed Glastonbury among
other damage, while part of St. Paul's
Cathedral fell in as the result of an
earthquake in the sixteenth century.
Perhaps the most recent serious snock
was that which Inflicted much damage
in the Eastern counties In 1884.
By DOROTHY DIX.
D you read in the paper about
that New Jersey divorce suit
In which a young wife names
a German pancake as the co-respond
ent?” inquired the Bookkeeper.
“All the pancakes that I ever saw,
German, Allied or neutral, were cal
culated to turn love’s young dream, or
any other kind of a dream, into a
nightmare,” replied the Stenographer.
"If I fed my husband on pancakes it
would be because he had a Juicy lit
tle insurance policy or I thought that
blaok was becoming to me."
"How little you understand themas-
culine stomach!” retorted the Book
keeper. "That’s why you women lose
out so often In matrimony. Give a
man what he likes to feed on and he’ll
eat out of your hand. A man may de
sert his own fireside, but never his
own dining table if it groans under the
particular dishes that he likes best.”
"Huh,” sniffed the Stenographer.
"Feed the brute!”
"Precisely,” agreed the Bookkeeper.
"Now, in this pathetic case of a home
wrecked by a woman’s hand we have
a man with an insatiable yearning for
German pancakes. Guileless and con
fiding, believing in the innocence and
inexperience of his heart, that the
making of German pancakes is sec
ond nature to a woman, he marries a
young creature with every outward
attraction, but, alas, one without a
pancake soul.
"He sits down hopefully and trust
fully to their first meal and takes one
mouthful of the alleged pancakes.
Horrors! Instead of being light and
flaky, a poem of flour and eggs, and
whatever else pancakes are made of,
it is a cold, sticky, flabby concoction
more suitable for soling shoes than
for human consumption.
"The inevitable result is utter dis
illusion on the part of the husband.
He sees the grave yawning for him
if he eats his wife’s pancakes, and the
years stretching before him full of
desolation and without comfort if he
eschews pancakes, for of what value, I
ask you, is a pancakeless existence?
So he deserts wife and returns home
to mother and her incomparable pan
calces.
"But this man had a heart, as well
as a stomach. He was generous and
forbearing. He offered to go back to
his wife if she would take a three
months’ course in cooking. She did.
He returned to her, but her pancakes
were still below par, and he’s gone
back to mother and her cooking for
good.”
"I guess that when you separate a
man from his food you’ve got & genu
ine case of alienation of the affec
tions,” remarked the Stenographer,
cynically.
The grounds in the coffee pot have
furnished the grounds for divorces be
fore now,” replied the Bookkeeper.
'As long as you keep a man well fed
and comfortable he will purr under
your hand. That’s why it’s such a
mystery to me that women don’t
spend their time learning how to cook
instead of trying to learn how to play
on the piano. Believe me, canned mu
sic goes better in the home than can
ned eats.”
"You can’t picture a blissful enidng
to a romance as saying, ‘And they
lived happily ever after out of the
delicatessen store,'" admitted the
Stenographer.
"Right-o,” responded the Book
keeper.
"A man who loves to eat is deliv
ered, bound and tied into his wife’s
hands,” said the Stenographer, re
flectively; “she’s always got a way to
work him.”
"True," replied the Bookkeeper,
"but you don’t see many girls nowa
days that can make pies like mother
made.”
"And you don’t see many young
men who can make dough like father
made it,” retorted the Stenographer.
Some Queer Hats.
In Russia the maiden who is free may
dress her locks as she wishes, but not
so the wife. She must hide her hair.
As a recompense for this sacrifice she
dons a hood which may well be called
weird. In shape it Is not unlike a blah-
op’s miter, and it Is adorned as the
fancy or the purse of the wearer dic
tates. Gold, silver and even precious
stones have been used In decorating the
kokoschink, as It is called. v
In certain parts of Spain a hood sim
ilar to the Russian style is worn. Par
ticularly is this popular with the dan
cers among the Toledo peasantry, al
though It must be very hot and uncom
fortable.
The Dutch maiden of Amsterdam pins
her faith—and her head—to a hood
which resembles in shape an Inverted
flowerpot. It may not be the style most
suited to her round, placid face, but she
would not change it for the latest thing
in Parisian millinery.
Farther north, in Norway, & maiden
on her bridal day puts on her head a
traditional structure which can best be
likened to a model of a medieval castle.
In Alsace-Lorraine the women wear a
huge winged head-dress. The striking
feature about the Alsatian hood is how
it is supported. Are there concealed
wires?
An Obliging Landlord.
A humorist recently declared that the
New York hotels are the finest in the
world. He continued.
"In fact, after a New York hotel other
hotels seem like the Squag House, where
a guest rang in the middle of the night
and said:
" ‘Landlord, the roof is leaking. I’m
drenched.”
*' ‘Very good, sir.’
"The landlord retired, and in a mo
ment was back again wfth a large wash
tub.
" 'Here you are, sir,’ he said. ‘We’ll
Just put this on your chest. When
she’s full ring again or yell and I’ll
have an empty one ready.’ ”
What the Jury Deserved.
Sir Matthew Begbie, Chief Justice of
British Columbia, once had before him
a man charged with having killed an
other man with a sandbag. The evi
dence was conclusive, and the Judge
charged the Jury accordingly, but a ver
dict of "Not guilty” was promptly
brought in. The Judge was astonished.
"Gentlemen of the Jury," he said,
"this is your verdict, not mine. On
your conscience the disgrace will rest.
Many repetitions of such conduct as
yours will make trial by jury a horrible
farceJand the city of victoria a nest
of crime. Gol I have nothing more to
say to you." And, then, turning to the
prisoner; "You are discharged. Go and
sandbag some of those jurymen; they
deserve it."
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Sandy, One Up.
It was Mr. Justrich's first visit to
Scotland. In order to impress a neigh
borin* Scotsman of his Indifference to
traveling i n general, an^ln Scotland In
particular, he essayed to remark to
Sandy on the fact that Scotland was a
place any Englishman was glad to get
out of, and mighty quickly at that.
"Ye think sae, do ve?” said the Scots
man, narrowing his eyes. "I’m nae sae
sure o’ that. Why, I cood tak’ ye to a
piece no’ far frae Stirling, where nigh
on thetty thousand of your countrymen
ha’ been content to stop for five hundred
years."
"Piffle!” replied Mr. Justrcth. "Where
is the place.
"Bannockburn,” snapped the wary
Scot.
Hints for the
Household
Why Should She?
While Sister Susie was busy with her
sewing. Sister Sybil had developed a
taste for backing horses.
One day she telephoned to her cou
sin. Horace, and asked him to put 85
for her on a certain horse.
"All right,” said Horace doubtfully,
"but, I say. Sybil, if I do put the money
on. you’ll pay me back?”
“Of course I will!” snorted Sybil an
grily. "And you’re a nasty, rude thing
to suggest I wouldn’t.”
"But the last time you didn’t,” per
sisted Horace, still in doubt
"Oh, last time,” said Sybil. "You see,
the horse didn't win then."
Before blacking a stove rub soap over
the hands and allow it to dry on, then
when the work is done and the hands
washed the blacking and soap will oome
off, and the hands will not be stained.
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When a kettle lid has lost the knok
push a cork half through the little hole
and secure It by driving a nail hori
zontally on the under side, tl will last
a long time, and save burning the fin
gers.
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When cleaning plate and silver apply
paste or liquid polish with a small paint
brush, leave the article to become dry,
then polish with a leather. This will
save time and trouble.
• • •
Crushed and faded artificial flowers
can be made to look fresh and new
again if held over the steam from a
boiling kettle for a few minutes.
• • •
To remove finger marks from a door
rub with a flannel dipped in paraffin oil,
then wipe with a celan cloth wrung out
In very hot water.
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When cleaning windows in oold weath
er add a dessertspoonful of salt to the
water. This prevents the glass from
cracking.
• • •
A few drops of blaok ink, mixed with
a teaspoonfui of olive oil, will clean
black kid gloves. Apply the mixture
with a feather and dry in the air.
• • •
Milk will never bum If, before heat
ing, a little cold water is put into the
saucepan and brought to the boil. Heat
the milk in the usual way.
• * •
If a broom is given an occasional
soaking and stod out In the open to dry
it will last twice as long.
• • •
A spoonful of methlated spirits added
to the rinsing water gives a silk blouse
that delightfully glossy look.
By Virginia Terhune Van de
Water.
(Copyright, 1915, Star Company.)
CHAPTER XL.
L OOKING back In after years
upon the incident of Mrs. Sim
mons’ birthday roses, Isabel
Hamilton felt that this had been the
turning point in her married life. Of
course, she and John had often had
discussions, difficulties and misunder
standings before this, but something
seemed to change In her wbfen he re
proached her with the fact that a mar
ried man’s time is not his own.
He did not know that his remark
had had any more serious effect than
had many other impatient speeches.
A man does not always know Just
when he has done most mischief. Per
haps the wife herself did not realize
at that moment how deeply she was
wounded. Yet she was surprised to
hear how calm her voice was when she
replied to his assertion.
"Perhaps you are right,” she said,
slowly. "A married man’s time is not
his own—nor is a married woman’s
time all her own, either. I suppose
that is one of the conditions of mat
rimony.” — „ .
"With a woman it is different, he
affirmed.
Why?” she asked.
‘Because a woman never has been
in the habit of doing as she pleased;
she always has had her path laid out
for her.”
She smiled with faint Irony. "You
are old-fashioned, John, and are
thinking of women of past generations
—our grandmothers, for instance. Yet,
if the truth were known, perhaps even
they did not always do just what their
so-called lords and masters expected
of them. And I belong to a genera
tion that believes in an equal stand
ard. What I have told you often I re
peat now—what a man may do a
woman may do.”
He shook his head. ~Tou may think
what you like, but it won't work. It
Is fortunate, however, that a woman’s
life is sheltered so that she can not be
Indiscreet—I mean if she is a good
wife,” she said, enigmatically.
"A man always thinks that of his
woman.”
How sure John felt of her, she
mused. In spite of the episode with
regard to Duval, he had not dreamed
that she might ever be tempted to do
the very kind of thing that he, her
husband, was always doing. This mat
ter of the birthday flowers showed her
that he was in constant communica
tion with Adelaide Simmons. She had
Invited him to her house, he had sent
her roses, and she, doubtless, had writ
ten to him at his office thanking him
for them—yet but for the florist's mis
take the wife would never have sus
pected all this.
She did not feel like crying, like re
proaching her husband. The wound
was too deep for that. She had reach
ed a point where she saw. as she had
never seen before, that John could not
be frank with her. Hitherto she had
suspected this fact; now she was sure
of it. What could she do?
He Notices a Change
In His Wife Now.
Before she thought this matter out
for herself, she wished to dismiss the
florist’s bill. She took from the roll of
bills John had Just handed to her the
money she owed for the daffodils. This
she handed to her husband with the
bill which, only a few minutes ago,
she had insisted that he give her.
"Here Is the money for the dinner
flowers,” she said. ‘ISince you have to
go to the shop to pay for your roses,
it will be well to settle the entire ac
count at once. It will look better.”
He glanced at her in surprise. What
change had come over her? She spoke
dispassionately, as one man might
speak to another.
"All right,” he agreed.
He had supposed that she would go
to her room now as she had done often
after one of their altercations. In
stead, she took up a bit of sewing
from her work basket on the table at
her side.
‘^Suppose,” she proposed, blandly,
“you read aloud some more of that
book -we started the other night.”
"Surely I will,” he said, relieved
that there was to be no painful sc^ie.
Yet the sensation of relief was only
temporary, for it was swallowed up in
bewilderment at her poise and her lack
of excitement. He began to read
aloud, but his mind was not on the
printed page, and a close listener
would have detected a lack of expres
sion in the sentences that flowed from
his lips.
But his wife was not at present a
close listener. She, too, was busy
with her own thoughts—so busy, in
deed, that she could not have told
what John was reading about. She
had taken up her reverie as easily as
she had taken up her sewing. One
idea after another ran through her
mind as her needle darted in and out
of the fabric upon which she was
working.
Yes, John felt perfectly sure of her.
He did not know the Jealousy that had
tormented her. He was married to
her, yet led his own life; she was
married to him, yet was supposed to
do only that which he considered right
and proper. If she submitted to this
kind of thing it was her own fault.
She was justified in doing anything
that he did. He had his women
friends; she might have her men
friends.
Then to her—as to many another
■
woman who has decided to shape her
course as a man shapes his—came the
disconcerting recollection that a man
can go where he wishes to go, but
that a woman must wait to be sought.
How could she, Isabel Hamilton,
get out of the rut of wifely duty and
domesticity, the beaten path of con
ventionality that had been planned
for her?
How? The answer formed itself in
her mind swiftly: By enlarging her
circle of acquaintances, by entertain
ing in her home so that she would be
entertained in return. She would be
gin soon—Just as soon as she had
recovered slightly from the financial
strain of that first dinner.
So absorbed was she in this idea
that -when the clock struck 10 and
John said, "I have finished this chap
ter. Shall I start another?” she re
plied irrelevantly. “No, dear, I think
not. And, by the way, we must soon
be planning to have the Ferrises here
to dinner.”
John looked blank for a moment.
While he had been paying scant at
tention to what he had been reading,
he wondered what could be the con
nection between this and his wife’s
suggestion.
There was indeed no association of
ideas here—for Isabel had not heard
a word that he had read.
(To Bo Continued Thursday.)
The Champion Jury.
Before his honor Judge Jefferson
Davis, of Walnut Grove Precinct, No. 8,
in the territory of Arizona and county
of Yavapai, one John Doe was solemnly
arraigned for stealing a certain saddle,
carefully described in the compdaint
After an elaborate trial the Jury re
tired, with the written admonitions of
the Court, to old Abner Wade’s oow
barn to deliberate.
In the course of three-quarters of an
hour they brought in a verdict of mur
der in the first degree. The Court
promptly admonished them that such a
verdict "wouldn’t go,” since the man
had only been charged with stealing a
saddle, and sent them back to delib
erate once more.
A few minutes later a brother of the
defendant came along and presented
them with a quart of whisky and a
couple of pounds of smoking tobacoo,
along with a new pack of cards, accom
panied with the compliments of the de
fendant, and an hour later the Jury re
turned the following verdict:
"We, the Jury, with a supreme rev
erence for the principle of Justice and
profound deference for this honorable
court, find that the defendant, John
Doe, stole the saddle in seif defense,
and, therefore, acquit him.”
“Pur* at the source—perfect at the
journey's end."
"You won’t forget
our luncheon to
morrow, will you?
All the girls you
like will be there!”
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