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When a Girl Marries
A STORY OF EARLY MARRIED LIFE
Ann’s Family Dinner Starts Off More Auspiciously Than It
Finishes.
By Anne Lisle.
{Copyright, 1918, by King Features
Syndicate)
CHAPTER XLVI,
EFORE Virginla's dinner at the
B invitations to our postponed
invitations to our postponed
family dinner,
And all during the day of my party
while I was deep In nervous yet hope
ful preparations for it, I remembered
Jim’s delight because I learned across
the table in the little card room lis
suing & laughing mandate to Betty
and Terry:
“You two are Included Dbecause
you're our closest friends—Jim’e ‘war
family.’ 8o you'll break all engage
ments and come, won't you?'
They accepted and Virginia cried
with real enthusiasm:
. “How jolly of you, Anne, and how
equally jolly of you two to cancel
your appointments for us.” °
The first thing I had done to win
Virginia's complete approval was to
invite Betty Brice to dinner.
That came to me next day with
guch force it almost caused me ‘o
drop the fishring I was examining
with terror lest for the first time in
my carcer as a cook it refuse to Jell
1 rescued the mold, put it back on the
fce prayfully and advanced to the
next course—chicken en casserole. By
the time that was steaming away
with a savory promise, my shortcake
was ready to come out of the oven
and cool*a bit in anticipation of its
gentle burial beneath peaches and
proud of his wife and full of delicious
oream.
“Then came a flurry of final prepa
ration—setting the table, dressing and
guperintending Jim's tle and Neal's
: After that came the delicate task of
mflng the guests in a manner that
Id seem unflurried and make Jim
anticipations anent her party.
It started with fine promise when
!‘;} arrived and said in his rich.
delightful volee: "I ean see that this
is going to be a top-hole party.” And
it was—at first,
Praise From Virginia.
When Virginia praised my cooking,
f thought 1 should expire of joy. To
think of stately Virginia's discussing
mere food. All through dinner 1 felt
exuberantly uncertain that my party
was a real success, Even the perco-
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out thick and rich.
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the dishes for me—and after Phoebe
and Neal and | had cleared the re
fectory table and had returned to
“play lady,” as Neal put {t, someone
suggested that we have &' go at poker,
That “someone” was Jim.
He Insisted on teaching me the
game. [ detest all card games ex
cept bridge, and was on the verge of
insisting that I'd prefer to stay out,
when I caught a sudden glimpse of
Neal and Phoebe-—happily ensconced
on the big couch, quite absorbed in
each other. So I played poker. Or
tried to, .
The game ended abruptly an hour
later—for suddenly Virginia discov
ered that happy lttle group of two,
and decided that she wanted a chatly
evening. She sent Phoebe Into the
bedroom for her bag, settled her score
and then strolled over to the couch
and sat down In the middie of it with
a complete air of intending to remain
there.
From the moment of her first move
to end the poker game Jim surprised
me, %
“Virginig, don't be a spoll-sport,”
he protested irritably.
This to his beloved Virginia—and
he followed it by stubbornly Insisting
that Betty and Terry continue the
game. But Betty wooed Terry away
with a smile and sald she also felt
“chatty.” ‘
“All right, then, let the girls gossip |
~but shoot a few dice with me, ’l‘er~§
ry,” Jim urged. ,
Betty and Terry exchanged a quick |
glance—and then the Knglishman said
he'd rather talk and get acquainted,
“How atout you, Neal?” asked Jim,
moistening his lips nervously as he
produced a little black cylinder from
his cardbox.
“I'm with you,” sald Neal. Routed
from Phoebe's side, he gladly seized
the chance of getting into Jim's good
graces.
“I'll match you for the first throw.”
Jim tossed a penny on the table,
covered it with his hand and watched
Neal intently, Neal brought a coln
from his pocket, shook it between
clasped palms and lifted his right
hand to show the Indlan head-—while
Jim's coin lay with the date up,
The Game Stops.
“Good boy, Neal. You win,” Jim's
volce was hard, vet feverish.
Neal shook the dice box. Out came
a pair of threes,
Jim was breathing heavily as he
crouched over the table with his eyes
a-glitter,
Again Neal tossed the Mttle enbes
out on the table--and now a six rolled
Into sight, followed by a four. 1 felt
Jim stiffen-and relax, The last toss
was a five and a four. Jim raked in
the two quarters that lay before him
and suggested doubling the stakes.
A moment later he was laughing
nervously as a one and then a six
rolled out at his first light flirt of
the dice box.
“Bettar luck pext time, kid!'" eh ex
claimed, bu&l;l: hands trembled as he
handed the back to Neal.
Agaln Neal lost. Jim clutched the
coins eagerly and laughed—a dry,’
reckless laugh. As he sat there, with
his hair tossed into a tumbled mul‘
and his ayes fairly burning on Neal
and the dice and the jumble pile of
bills and coin in front of him, I be
came aware of the strange silence ln|
the room. The only thing that broke
It was Jim's staccato laughter and
the rattle of the dice.
Suddenly Virginia rose:
“Jimmie dear, will you take me
home? I've a lot of work to do at the
apartment tomorrow—and I want to
ask you about some of it. We'll walk
and get a bit of alr. Mrs. Bryce and«
the Captain will drive Phoebe ovar,
I'm sure.”
No one protested at her ltmngel
arrangements.
Jim looked up—almost darzed. Then
he got to his feet and, though he
staggered against the table for a mo-!
ment, still the wonted sweet smile
struggled back to his face as he u—‘
sured Virginla that he'd really like
advising her,
He looked down at the pile of ‘
money almost as If welghing it, then
he reached out a hand, his flngor-‘
closed to a fist, but instead of open
ing it to seize the money he pushed
it toward Neal.
“Take It, Neal—it's yours,” he mut
tered.
And though there were graclous
good-byes after that, and reminders.
of the Motor Cup races for which
Captaln Terry had invited us next
day, my evening seemed to end with
the moment Jim pushed the money
‘he had won from him back to Neal
‘My good-nights were automatle. |
Btill automatically I crossed the
window and strained my eyes Into
the darkness for a glimpse of Jim
limping along at Virginla's side. What
was she saving to him -this sister he
loved? Did the dice game that had
terrified me meéan anvthing to her?
Would a worry shared bring us close
or make her shut me out behind walls
of reserve?
And while T stood pondering and
wondering, 1 folt a strong voung arm
fiing {teelf across my shoulders. Nea!
~~my brother Neal,
Virginia had n\u‘ him off from
Phoebe, yet he maid nothing of his
own hurt, and merely stood with his
arm abont me offering his sflent sym
vathy. How good it wny to feel that
whatever came 1 had Neal
Put as 1T turmed to smile at mv
hrother the plle as colns winked un at
me malicious'y from the corner of the
table where Jim had played his game
(To Be Continued.)
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Balaam and Mls Master—(Continued).
66 BLL, suh, 1 wuz sorter glad,
an' yit 1 wuz sorter skittish,
but 1 tol'! de white man
thankydo, an’ le'pt up in dat buggy like
1 was de gladdes' nigger in de worl'. De
man he keep on lookin' at me, an’
bimeby he say, ‘1 tuck a notion when I
fust see you dat you was de boy w'at
Cozart had In Atlanta.’ Mon! you could
er knocked me over wid a feather, | was
dat weak; but I bu'st out laughin’ an’
low, ‘Lord, boss! es 1 wa'n't no better
lookin' dan dat ar Cozart nigger I'd quit
bein' a n:fl’ur an’ take up wid de
monkey tribe.’ De man say, ‘I had de
idee dat de Cozart nlgger was a mighty
likely vy. What was his name?
Balaam? 1 was so skeered it ‘alr make
me sick at de stomach, yit I talk right‘
out. I 'low, ‘Dey call 'im Balaam, an'|
dey have ter whale 'lm.’ De man he
laugh, ‘He got a great big scyar on de
n‘do er his neck now whar somebody
hit 'im a 4Qiff, an' he lay roun’ dem|
hotels an' drink dram all night long.'
De man look sideways at my neck. ‘Dat
nigger got so bad adt his marster had ter
sell 'im, an' dey tells me, suh adt de man
w'at buy 'tm ain’ no mo' dan paid de
money fer 'lm dan he have ter take 'lm
down and strop ‘im.’
“Well, suh, de man look at me an’
laufi\ g 0 fuuny dat it make my ve'y
limbs ache. Yes, suh. My heart hil u\u
g inst m{ riba like a flutter-mill; an’
‘wuz 80 skeered it make my tongue run
slicker dan sin. He ax me mo' ques
tions dan I could answer now, but I
‘made answer den like snappin’ my fin
gers. W'at make me de mo' skeered
was de way dat ar white man done. He'd
ook at me an' laugh, an’ de plumper !
gin 'lm de answer de mo' he'd laugh 1|
say ter myse'f, 1 did: ‘Balaam, you'r’ a
goner, dat w'at you |s, De man Know
;ou. an' de fust culaboose he come ter
e Plno slap i’ou in dar.’ I had a
mighty good notion ter {‘unm out er dat
buggy an' mnkg‘u break fer de woods,
but stidder dat I sot right whar 1. wuz,
kaze | knowed In reason dat If de man
want me rl(rht bad an’ 1 wus ter break
an' run he'd fotch me down wid a pistol,
“Well, suh, dat man joke an' laugh de
whole blessed mornin', an’ den bimeby
we drove in a town not much bigger dan
Bivvie" (which was Balaam's pet name
for Blllvlllu{. “an’' dar de white man say
we'd stop fer dinner. He aln't say de
word too soon fer me, mon, kaze | was
soo hongry an' tired it make my head
swim, We driv up ter tavern, we did,
an' de folks dar dey holler, ‘Howdy,
Judge,’! an' de white man he holler
‘Hovu:,y' back, an' den he tol' me ter
tale de horses an' 'lmg_m down ter de
iiberty stable an' have ‘em fed, an' den
come back an' git my dinner. Dat wuz
miv\ly good news; but whilst T wuz
eatin' my dinner 1 hear dat white man
laughin’, an' it come over me dat he
know who I wuz an’ dat he gwine ter
gi’ me up; yit dat ain't hender my appe
tite, an' 1 des sot dar an' stuff myse'l
tell 1 des make de yuther niggers open
der eves. An' den, when I git my belly
full, l sot In de sun an' went right fast
ter sleep, I spec’ I tuek a right smart
nap, knze when sore un hollered at me
an' woke me up de sun wuz gwine down
de hill right smartly l&mm«l up on
my feet, 1 did, an’ I say, “Who dat eallin’
me? gn.mobody 'low, ‘Yo' marster want
you' n 1 baw! out, ‘ls Marse Berry
come? De niggers all laugh. an' one un
‘om say, ‘Dat nigger man dreamin’, mon.
He ain't woke good s!t.'
“By dat time { one come ter my
senses, an' den ax dem wharbouts
marster 18, Bimeby, when I done foun'
de white man w'at bring me in his bug
‘Q he look at me sorter funny an' say,
ou know whar you lef’ my bugey:
'well, you go down an' raise up de seat
an' fetch me de little box you'll fin' in
day. Wi it up in de buggy rug an'
feto? it put it on de table dar'
‘Well, suh, I'went an' got dat box, an'
time 1 v& my han' on it 1 Knowed des
y w'at wuz o,n*o. luidfi er ft. 1
em. wuz un-
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got back ter de room in de tavern de
white man done had de table kivered
wid a plece er cloff w'at he got out’'n his
satchel. He tuck de box, unlocked it,
rattled de chips in his han’, an’ shuffled
de kyards. Den he luok at me an’ laugh
He was de quarest white man dat ever |
laid eyes on,
“Atter while I ax ‘im es T hadn‘t bet
ter be gitten' 'long todes de eend er my
journey. He 'low: ‘Lord, no! I want
you ter set round yere atter supper an'
fil' me luck. You aln't losin' no time,
aze I'm {wlne plumb to Chattanoogy,
an' es you'll be ez spry ez you kin be 'l
take you 'long wid me.! De ups an' odds
er it was dat 1 na.jved wid de man. De
folks named ‘im Judge, an’' he ‘was a
Ludn. mon. 'Long 'bout nine dat night
o come ter his room, whar I was walitin’
fer 'im, an' soon atter dat dt({ounr gen.
tlemens ‘bout town 'gun ter drap In, an’
't wa'n' long fo' de {:mc got started,
Look like de man alu't wanter play, but
de ‘ulhqn dey kko' coaxin’, un' present
ly he foteh out de box an' opened up,
Well, sah, I done seed lots er %nmblln'
fust an’ last, but dat white man beat my
time. Dey ?lnyed poker, stidder farrar,
an' it look ke ter me dat de man done
got de kyards trained. He dealt 'em
boveboard, an' dey des come In his hand
'zackly like he want ‘em ter come. RBf
he had any tricks Alko w'at Marse Berry
played on folks, dey was too slick fer
my eye, yit he des beated dem yuther
men scand’lous. It was'des like one er
dese yere great big river cats ketchin’
minners. }
“Atter dey been glnyin' some time, de
white man what brung me dar 'low:
‘Boy, you better go git some sleep. We'll
gtart soon in de mornin'.’ But I say, ‘No,
suh: I'll des set in de cornder here an
nod, an’ I'll be close by es so be you
want me.' 1 sot dar, 1 did, an’ I had a
‘gond chance ter sleep, kaze, hless yo'
eart! dem mens ain’t make much fuss.
Dey des grip der kyards an' sorter hol'
‘der bref. Sometimes one un ‘em would
break out an' cuss a word er two, but
Mnnnor’lll dord :lamt up der scads an'
lose 'em des ke dey wuz usen ter it. De
lwhno man wa't dey call Judge he des
wiped 'em ug. an’' at de een’ he wuz des
'0! fresh ex he wuz at de start, It wusz
' #0 nigh dny when de dlnmo broke up dat
Marse Judge 'lowed dat It was too late
fer curp«r an' not quite soon ‘nough fer
Ibronk 'as,’ an' den he say he wuz gwine
ter take a walk an’' git some a'r
“Well, suh, it wuz dat away all de
time 1 wuz wid dat white man—laughin’
an' jokin' all day, an’ fi:mbfln‘ all m.sm
long. How an' when he got sleep I'l!
never tell you, kaze he wuz wide awake
eve'y time 1 seed 'fm. It went on dis
away plumb till we got ter de Tennessy
River, dar whar Ohattynoogy is. Atter
we sorter rested, de white man tuck me
‘oross de river, an' we druv on ter whar
de stage changes hosses. Dar we
stopped, an' whilst 1 wuz waltin' fer de
stage de white man ‘'low, ‘Balaam!" He
kotch mpe so qulek, dat | jump des ke
ll'd been shot, an' hollered out, ‘Suh!
Den he laugh sorter funny, an’ say:
“Don’t look skeered, Balaam: 1T knowed
you fi{’m de off-start, You ‘r a mighty
good boy, but yo' marster is a borned
rascal, I'm flwlnn sen you whar you
say he Is, an' 1 want you ter tell 'im dis
sum me--dat dough he tried ter rob me,
vit fer de sake er his Cousin Sally, 1
hfll‘\«' you ter go whar he is.’
“Den de man got in his buggy an’ driv
back, an’ dat de las' time [ ever lald eyes
on 'lm. When de stage come ‘long T got
up wid de driver, an’ 't wa'nt lonr fo' |
wus wid Marse Brrr{. an' T ain't no
sooner seed ‘lm dan I knowed he was
gwine wrong wuss and wuss; not but
w'at he was {.hd kagze 1 coms, but it
look like his face done sot mo' harder
Well, suh, 1t was des dat away. I ain't
rwlna ter tell you all w'at he done an’
yow he done it, kase h}\ was my own
mareter, an' he never hit me a lick
amiss, ‘eeppin’ it was when he was o
little boy.
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(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
HE boy at the front, whether it's the watery one in the earth of
I Flanders, or the equally watery and cold and gray front where
the fleet goes out with the British dogs of the sea in the North
Sea, he says, says he, for I've heard him in letters—and when he was
blissfully sauntering 'round home on leave after having earned it, says
he. “Heavens and earth!—but the fellows who have got to stay at home
are living in clover—not because they don’t fight (there they're out of
it) but because they are browsing in Love’s clover patch with about
one of 'em to every ten girls we had to leave behind. That's the only
thing I envy 'em—-by gum!
The little French girls are smart and kind and no end pretty and
fascinating-—-but somehow the girl at home—we know her—she's our
kind—her merry eyes—her hair of brown or gold or black or bronze—
just whichever you like best—her figzure—the dear American tongue on
her sweet lips; her little feet—they're smaller than any other girl's of
any other land—the girl at HOME—we like her best, and we hope our
particular she doesn't even let the fringe of her glance fall on a man
out of uniform while we're gone!”
If he only knew—what a hard row to hoe the fellow at home just
has! Does he display all his bright gifts? That interested Blue Eyes
once? She pats a yawn back and looks off into the distance where the
blue horizon comes down 'tween here and France! Does he take both
Blue Eyes and Brown triumphantly to a beautiful play and dinner be
fore? All the way there they see every upright figure in dust color,
olive drab and marine blue, and turn their little necks about constantly.
At dinner they look over their teacups with solemn, shining, wor
shipful eyes at the tables where uniforms sup and smoke, with cour
teous, ahsent-minded “oh, y-e-e-es” es for the unfortunate who brought
them there. At the play they call the hero in airman olive black and
gold, “a darling!” and pat their four littlé hands together whenever he
strides out. Pity the fellow left at home in eivillan clothes—ont of uni
form-—and chuckle, soldier and sailor-—with THAT weight off your mind.
For when he sings “drink to me only with thine eyes!” in a tenor as
sweet as a hermit-thrush, there isn't a thrill goes 'round! Each girl
who listens is engaged to a soldier or a sailor boy!—NELL BRINKLEY.
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Do You Know---
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Sea anemones will exist on water
nourishment for four years.
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An American Indlan can see at least
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ploys a veterinary surgeon to study the
diseases of ogtriches
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obligatory, and It Is a penal offense to
spenk Polish in any public resort.
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white asses. Thelr ears and tails are
sometimes colored a bright red,
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The use of sights on eannon for alming
dld not commend Itself until the begin
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by nature with more rapdity than is
the case with any other part of the
system
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wore the simple sandal, The Assyrians
first introduce tde heel for security and
comfort in walking.
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Livingstone noted that when a lion
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