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Show I UNDER ANOTHERl NAME Bv GRACE BRUTON "Buck up, old mini! No iibh frilling down before trouble. Anywn, notli Ing's ever bo bail iih It seems nt Ilrst. Tell rue tlio Htory unit pertinpH we can find a wny out." Tbe two men bud not mid for some time, Jackson, passing tin oukIi the ;lty on 11 business trip, bud cnteied Drew's olllco to surprise blm wltb face Imrled In IiIh bunds, crushed b black Bk depression. Old frluuilH imd com- I Pr rades, bo longed to bi'lp V "Tbe only wny out or UiIh liouble." answered Diuw. Kind of tbe lelief of confession, "In n way tluit tbat the other party won't consent to. Yen, It's n woniiin, of course, mid Mich u woman, Jackson! Tlieii' Isn't such nnotber In the world, I know i "She's on the stage, bus u siiuill part In one of the plays tbat lime run here nil Hiinimer. I saw the show and fell In love with her In a moment. Then I pulled wires until I winked u formal Inti eduction. She allowed me to cnll upon her, we talked books and music. The company's going out of town shortly, so I lushed n proposal. And then" "And then 7" prompted .lackson. as i , tbo other's bead again sought the ' shelter of his arms. "And then," lepeated Drew, with tin accent like u sob, "she told me of her marriage. Shu passes for nn unmarried unmar-ried woman on tbe stuge, anil I. like an idiot, never thought that in private llfo things might he different. I don't know her married name, she wouldn't tell me, because she says sbn loved ilier husband when she married him; 3io's u gooil man and still loves her, and she wouldn't dream of getting a dlvorco from blm, though she admits that sho loves me better. We're made for each other, Jackson, and It was a cursed trick of fate to give her to the other man first, or to make her so good tbat she won't let blm go." Jackson's strong hand was pressed comfortingly on bis friend's shoulder. "Well," bo said, his sensible, matter of fact manner calming tbe other llko a sedative. "I'm sorry for tbo husband, hus-band, poor beggar, but If he's a man of any spirit he won't wijut to hold a woman who doesn't love blm any longer, though God! but It's tough on him, Isn't If, If be really Is a do-cent do-cent fellow? Hut still, If ha know" "She says tbat If he knew he'd let her go at once, just because bo's so unselfish and loves her so dearly," Interrupted In-terrupted Jackson, "hut for that reason, rea-son, and because, he's always been so good to her. she can't bear to tell him. So everybody's got to suffer, so far ns I sou, since theie must bo a difference Ilk her manner toward blm. . Seems to nfe, In his place I'd want to I 1 know." ' ' "Yes, 1 think I would, too," suld Jackson, rising, "though the enrds seem to havo been dealt blm unfair-' ly, too. Well, old fellow, l'vo got to bo going. Just In town and haven't ' oven seen my wlfo yet, though she's hero In Chicago, too, for tbe moment. You'vo nuver seen her, either luivo you; no, this Is tbo (list time I'vu been I west slnco I married, mid you haven't ' been cast In ages. Come nnd sou us ' at tbo hotel this evening, no, to-morrow somo time. I'll telephone you when, so you won't loso n moment waiting. And brace up about this other business, old boy. Things will somu out right somehow. It's my philosophy thut they alwuyH do.'" Drew stood up to'shako bands and somothlng fell from the desk before him, to tbo Moor. Jackson, picking up t tho card, turned white anil srarlot. "TIiIb picture?" be murmured, his tone strange. "Oh!" said Drew, Hushing, "that's tho woman. It's a poor portrait of hor, but she wouldn't give mo one, and , . I got this on the company press agent. ' I I was looking nt It Just before you camo In. Why! do you know her?" for Jackson's faro looked stricken. "Yes," was the choking answer. "She's my wifo." Chicago Tribune. |