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Show r Confessions of II A War Bride CHAPTER 92. I Discover That Even Married Women Like Flirtetiena. Hark at home again and quite recovered, re-covered, and without a trace of nerve depression, I waa nevertheless aa blue aa Indigo. Thla melancholy had tinged existence ever alnce Bremer had called me "dear Jane." Not that I wanted him to love me. What he had done waa to awaken within me a desire to be Joved In aome wildly romantic way. I was filled with restlessness. I wandered around the lovely Iorlmer bome, rod in one of th olcganL Lorl-mer Lorl-mer cars, met the nicest people and yet T waa too lonesome for words to describe. But I was not lonesome for friends only for love; lor a man'i i love. S And sometimes I think I waa not aa lonesome for Bob as 1 ought to have been. Certainly thla is a dreadful confession con-fession for a wife to make. "If Bob were here," I protested to myself, "would he be at all romantic? He would not! He would be less liable lia-ble to talk to me about love than about a railroad between Berlin and Constantinople! And how my heart craves a little bit of tenderness and a little bit of petting!" In this reckless, restless mood, I, a married woman, caught myself prink -- Inn lo as ink bsshehies mtm. Mill I -am not the only married woman who has It on her conscience. At breakfast, Daddy Lorlmer Informed In-formed 1hra that he waa not vol"" to the office; that he intended to see I r. Certels. a bout that I - boat de -lector. In his study at home. I had never seen t'ertels since we left the "Mansion." Plain vanity, I suppoae, sent me hurrying to my room to put on a frock I knew he liked a pale pink gingham I had worn up In the woods. But as I fastened I T grew ashamed vt my coquettish impulse, and would have gone Into sackcloth and ashes of repentance In other words, into my old blue serge only Mother Iorlnier sent for me Juat then to come and play with baby Barbara. To punish myself for being; such a silly gooso. I determined not to see Ortels at all; so I ran with Barbara to the end of the blue garden, where we hunted for late Rngllsh violets. Chance sent Cartels down to the fa-rages. fa-rages. A noisy bolt needed to be tightened. Has very fuaay about a -I rattle In hla car. I Probably the excitement which a girl crave, moat la the sight of a man coming toward her aa if she were the one thing in the universe wort 5 gating on. Bob never never looks at me so. . Una t '-la aIwb u aflnAa "Jeanne! You're much too white! he cried aa we shook handa. Then his fingers slipped almost caressingly across my hand aa hie fingers sought my pulse. In an Instant I wasn't pale at all. r'ar from It. And sny embarrassment em-barrassment pleased the man! Kortunately. wee Bartara Interrupted to present him with a single tiny blossom. blos-som. He caught her up he haa a charming way with the child and then In hla moat masterful manner he reached down and robbed me of my own bunch of violets! "Just one will look so lonesome In my buttonhole,' was hla excuse. "Oh. la, la!" I aang, and we laughed together and I never felt so much like flirting In my life! (To be continued.) Copyright. It 11, by Newspaper Enterprise gsw-rfirrr'-1!110"' |