Show SHE WAS MOODY By RUTH AGNES ABELING He had called her his girl of ot many moods before ho married her And as that sho appealed to him When she was down in the depths struggling with a nobody loves me mo de demen demon demon de- de mon men he ho liked to Jolly joB her along along- and do llo such a number of nice things for tor her that sho she had to acknowledge that someone loved her herer er very much I When she sho was happy happ verily a ga gay I I young oung witch witch witch-In in suc such a mood sho could I take his heart and play a a. breathless I game of ot catch with It In which he ho heI I never no knew quite quito what to expect next But ho liked It And when the tho storm got ot Into her blood she sho raged she trampled on him and cared not even a n little for tor or how much she hurt stunned and soro sord at heart he sought consolation at the I Yer very hands that had so tortured him and found a sort of ot exquisite jO joy in the I afterglow But It was different altogether different different dif dif- dif ferent this coming home to a wife who ho I was moo moody It was hard this thi sitting across the tho table from a woman who was on tho the ergo vergo of ot tears or trying to put food tood into a hungry stomach when her tragic trag-Ie eyes ero gazing through the Bavarian plates on tho the rack and seeing some sarno sad thing miles an and miles beyond He had some homo home half holt expecting sympathy himself and ho found it hard to face in that little supposed suppose to to to-be to be haven of ot his Just what ho wanted to escape eSCale It was trying this hoping hopIng- to got ot awa away from the tho jan jangling noises and strident voices of tho office and then finding a veritable tempest raged anew when ho came merciless relent relent- los lost less Ho lie had so much of ot this moodIness to meet at nt the tIle office that when ho went homo home ho wanted someone on whom he could coul l depend someone who would at attune attune at- at tune to his his own mood someone who would woul l forget torget herself enough h to think of ot him And so she sho failed tailed as his hla wife be because because be- be cause In tier her moodiness she was con con- I concentrating on herself |