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Show THE SALT LAKE TRIBUNE, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 6, 1921. .WM,W l nnmnM: rvr'tTrinr xVyvrirLAnjLnnAJUT-n.n.nj-irsi"irri Come in. Miss, and 'we'll make a reg'lar party of it. Swifty, get tha lady a chair. No? Better take one, Bennett. Very well. Stand if you "like. But if this trade of ours is gotn to be quashed I want to " know the details. Now, Miss er ."I am Miss Sheldon," says she. "Thanks," says I. "I'm Professor as you can see on the door. Now we're all set to hear about wlur Bennett la too good to sweep the studlfTloor." And. say. in spite of all Bennett can do toward hushin' her up, we did get It straight from the shoulder. Accordin call. to Miss Sheldon, this young gent, whose "If you want to buy off the hoodoo," back hair and shirt ruffs both needed he mumbles. trinimin', is an unbudded genius. "Piano or violin?" I asks. "Put it that way if you like," savs I. But i d made (wo wrong guesses. - play J think III give you a try. and Til "Yes, writin' was his line. make" it three dollars if you'll do a thor. 'Most everybody who "Yes," says ough job. What's your name?" ' writes one, whether they know "Blair," savs tha seedy one. "Bennett has time about or not. it anything Blair." "All right. Bennett," sajs I. 'Hand But Bennett does know, she Insists, sorry I'd begun joshin' him. I glances inquirin' across . tp Swifty Joe. But Swifty Is shakln' his head energetic. "Well, why not, Swifty? I demands. That would be one way of gettln' It off the door, wouldn't It?" Which gets Swifty scratchin" his eai thoughtful. Besides, he knows he aln t so much on tldyln' up. Course, he makes a show of swlshin the broom around every mortiln', but mostly he brushes the dirt Into the Horners or under tlte desk and lets 'it stay there until the scrub lady pays her regular Saturday afternoon Fhorty,' says Swifty Joe, easin' himself in from the gym here the other afternoon and nudgin me in the shoulders, "There It Is again." says I, still readln the sportin' four-stin a JtoLes complete final extra. i rs hoots a Shadow "li,fcwM1 AT. g ar goes on Ho The shadow orv the door," Swifty. , "Oh, yes, so It. is." eats I. twistin' mv pane .neck for a look at the ground-glas- s from tne ''that separates m front office r landin'. "But what of It? rpecond-flooit it. ain't lucky," sajs Unify, sol- "Ah. what dream book did you dig what from?' says I, "Where do you get that stuff? it ain't, 'lhatHiUhe insists, . .."Well, you can't tell what II come or it. 3 "Bah!" says 1. r All the same, I eouldn t help turnin a for another look. It's the shadow of head and fare; a aide view, sort nin'i of a silhouette. You could make out the hat pulled down over the eyes, -- slouch send the chin lost In the coat collar. admit it ain't cheerful, even for a fjiust shadow. ,, "Spooky lookin',"whoaddsit isSwifty, out there," 1 But you know tells him. , t Teauh,' ttavs he. "its that bird: Gloomy Gus, I calls- him. He's ejvaRin' for that little dameon.that does the nett typin' in the Siebert offices e, I "Certainly not says Miss Sheldon. He tried to get on the stage, in a small part 'so that he could study the technique But be of the drama at close range. failed at that. 8o hs became a stage carpenter. Then last summer, when the theaters closed, he went out to Wisconsin and worked as a waiter in a country club. Think of that! "Im tryin to, says L "What kind of a waiter did you make, Bennett? "Rather a poor one," he admits. "While he was there,' though," says ha gqt the idea toy this Miss Sheldon, perfectly corking comedy .which he has been tryin to place this winter. It's a satire on country club life and if you know what that la you know that theres nothing funnier the clique spirit, the snobbishness, tha petty rivalries between the mayor's wife and the regal lady whose husband owns- - the big department store. Oh. it's all perfectly absurd and delicious. H's intensely native, too. Real sour-ilkc- 'floor." ' "Wei!, there you are, says 1. "How do vou work up a jinx out of that?" A shadow Swifty shakes his head. on the door aint lucky," he grumbles. that. alius heard ;Tve And he s an expert on the rules ol fuck. good and had, Swifty is. Knows 'em all, from what happens if you lace up to the awful "fate ,the right, shoe first, that'll swamp you if you forget to cross 'Vour fingers and spit when you pass a r Cross-eyeparty. ", "Oh. come!" says I, "This has been a month on aaarlv svery night-f- or now. and neither of us has been hit by 4 a taxi or held up by a yegg or anything . like that." "Huh! says Swifty. "Wasn t I shortchanged on the subwav yesterday, and didn t, I break my watch crystal last , week? Ouglit to take it away, i tell I , SOU.1 T "Well, that ,a simple," says I. "Go the throw him down stairs and unscrew 7 , light bulb. Or you might , whispers Swifty, husky. "It it's cornin this way!'' Sure enough, the shadow has moved "nd is ontilned sharp on the glass, as if c the party had stepped across the hall way, ,TheT there eomee- this timid knock. "There!" gasps Swifty, turnin' pa's in i the gills. "Well, bring him In and lets see what he wan la ' says I. life." says Swlftv. "I Not op no bad luck. Not me!" 'Von't let in jour v "Then hide under the desk. says 1. Come! I x. "whits I give him the hall. -- Sings out. And in steps this Gloomy Gus person. It's good name, for him. He's a slim sallow-face- d gink of about 3(l I should guess, with kind of a hopeless sag to hit shoulders and a llinn' way of carrvln his long hands ft h's aide. He has his coat ' collar turned un to hide a collar (hat's overdue at the laundry, and his old shoes are soggy from the outside slush,, A picture. reglar bo, says 1. "what'tl it be? Well, Tor a second he stands there twHchin' his fingers nervous and tryin to swallow. his throat apple before he can get r his conversation works unlimbered. But When he does he hands me a surprise. ' tto "I I beg pardon," says be, apeakin It soft and genteel, "but I wae wondering if you couldn't give meer some sort ol "Hock to do?" "Kh?" aavs I, glarin at him. "S.v, a new one. Why, you'll he losln' i that? standln' In the Tan nan jour amateurwon't you, askin' for any- -, (Iters' union, like that?" 'thing ,He only' shrugs his shoulder lifeless. "I I may look lik a bum," says ha. "but really 1m not. I just took a chance that might have some kind of 'perhaps ' Stork thatyouI could do. "like fillin ink wells or dustin the eh?" f suggests sarcastic as J looks him up and down. He takes that without an eye flicker. 1 know I'm not srerT strong." savs hs. "but I could sweep, or wash windows. I didn't know but what you'd Hke to hava this -- me come in for an hour or so about time 'every dny and er clean things un. I wouldn't ask much for it, say a couple of dollars a week." He's so earnest about if. and thsra's such a meek, wistful look In them gentle brown eyes of big that I was almost -- :! , , Ford By Sewell by th McGinn !" "Oh. yes,' says she. "You see, were engaged. ' No, we're not," comes In Bennett Tv released you from that. If I had made good "Bur your' going to," announces Miss Sheldon. Hs shakes his head gloomy. "Did you get Siebert to read It today T" he asks, "I couldn't manage It." .she admita Then, that's the last hope," says Bennett "I might as well quit, . "And sweep floors!" says she. "Oh, Bennett! ' So It seems I'd' stepped into this little romance of their just when it was turn In' into tragedy. It aint much of a taj, th.ng at tliat. 1 could piece the whole waa-out from their aide remarka it case of meeting over the prunes and coffee in a cheap boarding house, with him readin hie play to her one evenin and she offerin' to copy it for him on the typewriter.. And 1 ex per they got enthusiastic over one another, though what either of 'em could see was a mystery to me. Still, It generally Js apuzle.to the outsider. Course, she's a bright tittle" party, end surprlsin'ly full of pep: and it he wss spruced up a bit- - and could lift his chin off his wishbone he might look different. Them brown eyes of his was kind of appealin'. 'J'm sorry, Edith," says he, "but I'm afraid Im Just a plain failure." "Pooh!" says she. "AH geniuses think that t first. Don't they, Professor?" "You can't prove it by me, says I. But you know how It was In your own she career, before you made a success? ' insists. I- - went up I "the "Well, admits, night against Battling OHey for the lightweight championship rwae feelin pretty low durln' that hours wait in the dressin room while the preliminaries was goin' on. He had it over me every way weight and Inches and reach. I was almost' an unknown, too. 'Why, the odds was as high as 10 to 3 against pie, and when the gong struck for our fl.rst round After I'd got my knees was wabbly. difhome my first puiu:h, thouau, it ferent and by the tenth I was rushln him to the ropes and pickin' my time to pul him out." "There! savs Miss Sheldon. "That's always the way. Washington had his dark hours, Dickens nearly starved .waiting to be recognised; Kipling couldn't find anyone who Would print his first Barrack Room ballads and published them at hia own expense, and Augustus Thomas well. I've forgotten Just how many managers refused his cRrly plays. As for this Siebert person, hes just got to read a do it tonight. ' But breaks in Bennett. 'I know," nays Edith. I've been working ln his office for nearly two months now, trying to get him to look at it, and Today he threatened if I mentionel it agaip. to discharge He would, too.' So we'll Just have to make him .listen, "Eh? savs t, lookin' at her curious. "He's up there now, says she, "alone." What then?" says I. But 1 "I have a plan. says she.' need help. I wonder. Professor. If if you wouldn't lend a hand. J'Sure," says L "I'd do almost anything. harrin murder, to put ons over on that old grouch. What's the plot of the piece? g little wisp But say, for a like her, It was some scheme to think up. She sketches it out. though, like tt wasn't anything out of the ordinary. I'il admit ahe had me gawpin. As for Bennett, he fairly gasps when he hears the proposition. Why. Edith ! he protests. "It cither that or allow you to sweep floors. she says. "What do' you say. Professor; will you help?" can I, t back out "To "i make a thorough Job of It. though, t ex pect we'd Jsetter take Swifty Joe along, too. "Then come. savs the little lady. Sav, shs was clear grit, she was. She led the ttptoetn procession up the stairs, and then, leavin' Bennett In the outside office, she opens the inside door gentle and makas the rush. Before he knew what waa hapenin'. too, she had that handkerchief around Slebert'a eves and had tied it scientific Just under his bold spot In the back. Course, the old boy lets out a bellow and begins thrashln around with his arms, but Swifty and I were right behind her, each with a couple of towels, and in no tlms at all we had his wrists and ankles anchored fo different parts of ths desk chair. Honest, he looks like Hou-dlfixed up for one of his acts, only Sol. Siebert has too many stiff Joints to wriggle out of the knots. bark after a pgh!" saysYouhe. settlin' But 1 don't final tug got me. me much and I carry by money keep burglar insurance. Go on, you yeggs." he simply glares. me . Alt ikt sme, I ccuXJikt keif turnitv for mother Its meek-lookln- oh&dow of kesdL'ztul' fac eusiduz vuw, sort looK. down-and-o- the of a silhouette. , him the broom, Swifty. That ia.' if he' wants to start In now. , "I'm reads, says he, shuckin' hia coat. "And J thank you very much for from the , "Bennett!" comes a voice doorway. "You shall not','' And when the three of US swinge around we see thia wispy little, lady In the neat blue serge auit end the imitation fox fure etandin there with her big gray eyee blakfn' indignant. "Well, who are you. Miss?" I asks. It doesn't matter in the least who I am, says ahe. "but you shall not put Bennett to doing such work as that! "No?" sajs 1. "Why not. then?" "Because," says ahe, liftin' her pointed chin, defiant, "he he's much too fine for , that sort of thing." "Oh, Is hs?" says I. he Indeed Is," sajs she "He's peria. He's fectly splendid. Bennett Blair brilliant and talented and -- and a born to be Hes going famous, gentleman. " too, some day, and everybodv will In Please! breaks "Now, Kdlth! Blair. "Listens Interestin. says I. "Why not let her go on and tell ue all about it? the" -- " bric-a-brac, ' urse at college' to He fnfik g special prepare for It and then he studied abroad, at Oxford and In Paria He's written half a dozen plays, two of them in. blank verse. "Must hive drawn hia rojalties In blank pay checks, too," I suggests, glancin' at him. Of course, they haven't been produced. " she adds. "Some of them were too original," too daring fn conbention TJke the work of Lord Dunsanj1. Most of them, Irt act, have never been submitted to a manager. Bennett simply wrote what he wanted to write. That is, he did until hia money gave out. You aee, he was left quite a sum by hia father, who waa a college professor and had written books on the drama. Not a large amount, you know, but enough for him to live on for a long time, or until he became famous. Bennett trusted It ail to a lawyer, however, who was not honest. He lost it In speculation, and one day Bennett found himself with hardly a dollar left. "Huh! savs I. ''And he's been wanderin' around in a date ever since, has he?" Bennett saw every American humor. And bit of it and put it-- into 'Dinner at Seven Thirty.' oh, 1 hope you cap aee it some time.". "Not much chance," pats in Bennett. "But I know better, insists Mies Sheldon. . "it'd bound to be taken by someone and put on. You see. Professor McCabe. he has had such a wretched time trying to get hia play read by these stupid producers. For five months he has been tramping around town, being snubbed by office boj'a, waiting for weeka for a decision. and finally getting hia manuscript back without Its ever having been opened. Naturally he discouraged. Tv a good reason to be." saja Bennett. "I'm a flat failure. That play of mine can't be any good." "You see!" savs she, turning to me. "And Im positive thst It is the beat American comedy ever written. I typed It for him and I've been over It so many almost know It by neart. t here times are some perfectly screaming situations in It. And such cleverllnen' in Bennett, You'rs kind of I take It?" aavsJ. 1 intri-este- now,"-aa.vs- , I don't stand en my dignity. I make beet of things." the "Will, I wish I could, be said, abruptly. " But It cant be helped. ' You're as arBy Jove! I exelalmed. rogant as ever. You think there's something superior about you because . , , because you . . . " WsUr because You dont make any attempt te accom- modate yourself. H yeu east have your wn way you wont try and see what can be i , ""dent "X compromise." " Compromise be Jiggered. - Think ef ethers. Why should I?" D'yoa expect them te give in te you . nlwayer Well, they can always de the other thing. ' But you suffer. " Net at sU. I go my own way." " It's a Jolly lonely' way. I think. The cosy way, with a miserable end. And if you took a little more trouble you'd be as happy as f am, Instead of wandering about Europe alone. Roderick laughed, and began to put on hie ralneoat "Down, Tinker, down!" be commanded, " And I'll send you a picture postcard from Toledo , i h He was gone and I woe fuming. What'e one to do with man like thatf I could not think what to do. So I went to bqd and dreamed not at all pleasantly of Agnes. A fortnight later I received a picture postcard from Toledo, giving no address. At first X was annoyed; then I saw, In small type below the picture, (he name of a hoteL Within XV7?j&T4ifr, Hotel Calderbn. Toledo: Am lunching Agnes at Birching! Friday and may propose unless you ore there to prevent Tin a so. Clean, Mind you, I know nothing whatever. I hod Invented the whole thing; but I Imagined that there had been some quarrel. In which both Agnee and Roderick, being In the wrong, had been imperious and downright, and that neither would yield an Inch, even If yielding might bring happlnega. Now, of course, I knew that you cannot help people; but I thought something could possibly be done 'to bring them together supposing my surmise had been faithful. I determined to see, Agnee, se my telegram to Roderick showed, and I made the luncheon appoint- Again I watchsd her. No sign from her. "Is he there, then? lnquired-Agne- t. didnt know he was away. eny-thyi- ' Agnes smiled at my bitterness. " Poor. Bill!" shs said. " You have so hard! ts work "And nobody cares, I went on, "Oh, oh! Esther thinks youre wonderful. And Im eorry to think of you always at "I Hes been gone a fortnight." I thought she smiled mischievously at that. Hes a very conceited young man, she seld. A whole fortnight." " I expect hell marry a Spanish beauty and stay there." I ventured. It'e Just ths sort of thing he would do." And do you want to do that?" parried Agnes. ment Ws went to Blrehlng's on the Friday, and sat demurely opposite to each other, the pic-- , tore ef two young people who were friends "d about whom all beholders might specu-lat- e unprofltably: And I must admit that I traded on my well known simplicity. It Is easy anough to de this when one Isnt talking about ons's salt. I can't be dlplomatlo If my own affairs are Involved; but with others I sometimes think I am more successful. As soon as I saw Agnes I looked for signs of depression. I could not netloe any. Agnss was as calm as usual, her blue eyes as riser. I alee looked around for Roderick. He wss net there. Yet piy telegram had allowed him ample time to return to England. My confidence sank a little. I did not know how to proceed. For a few moments ws s4t In unusual silence. Then I blurted out: " "It's extraordinary how some people get all the luck, and others none. I'd give g t0 b hls to get abroad and take long holiday . . . " "I? Im not attractive enough." Oh, come! " cried Agnes, Where Is Mr, Dean?" I could hardly tall bar that ha might be In the restaurant for all I knew. So I said: "I'dont know. He wrote from Toledo." She did not make any comment for a moment. Then shs sipped her wine and smiled again. "Well, I don't know that It Isnt better to be you, and have work to do, even If It keeps I you In Ixindon," ahe aatd. Mr. Dean seems to me rather a rolling atone." "Ilea a splendid chap." I waa defiant, rather puxzled at her attitude. Don't bq. so horribly stanch. Bill! It's altogether too doglike of you. Mr. Deans quite conceited enough already." "I should have thought you would hate liked that. Don't you like him?" It was out, and I walled anxiously. 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Swtftv agrees that tt would, so - we camps down to wait. But It wa quite a siege.. Three times Swifty sneaks up smi listens. tjcuTlis first lime he tias tiothm to reoort. except that the old hoc is J'ust breathin' heavy. The second time his bii!lt'.n is more excitin'. "Whaddye know! says he. "He's havin him go over part of it again. later on 8wtfty comes down with re- a grin on his face. "Sav. Shortv, he mark 4, "there's some good gags In that no, piece.- I heard one that was about I can't Just get It. But it was comic, ail right. OJd Siebert let out a chuckle himself. "Huh!" saya I. "He's got nothing else to do. Walt until he gets loose, though." It got to 'he ( o'clock, however, and no action. Then half pait. and still no riot, Must have been near quarter of seven when we hears heavy footsteps on the stairs and with ths studio door open a crack we stretched our ears. "Well, you're a pair of highbinders," Srebert ia savin', "but you've got a comedy there. Mr. Blair. Yes, yes. I'll put tt on. I've got to, to he safe. Next time this young woman .might take it Into her head to chlorofom me. "Now. lets go somewhere for a bite to eat and I'll give yon a check for five hundred in advance." I hears Edith "Oh. you deer man! murmur gurgly, and as they passed the door she was steerin Bennett's hand around her waist. "Don't look, Swifty, you says I, plight blush." "Ahr-che'Tv seen says Swifty. enough. She's lifted the shadow off ths door, that's all I care. "She's lifted the shadow off more'n ths .door,'.' says I. s s - Says we must keep feet dry; avoid exposure and eat less meat. . , avoid Stv off the damp ground, ar IrsYmrar, pomrro,' kcFTr "fpo"(try,-T'drink lots of water and, above all, taku spoonful of ssttq occasionally to keep down uric acid. Rheumatism is enured by poisonous ia genetoxin, called uric rated in the bowels aud absorbed into the blood. 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MAE. 4S Pearl SC, New Yorl told much better. Buffalo Express. Nervou-Disorder- .... - frank Swinnerton truth and hav a castlt in Spain." " Ive had too many of them," sold Roder- In Old England ick. "Then marry me," I said, with ooiossal She was olsarly intrigued. I believe tt wae revelation to her. I hope it was. My belief is that for the first time ahe sew a really significant place for herself in. Roderick' life. I believe that I said th word that re-- ' moved a great prejudice created by her van- I'm not sure I agree with you," she told, hesitatingly. I'm sure of it." It's a now idea to ms." " Dyou know, Agnss, you oould make' him into s great man." I waa desperate, and so I risked that. X would have risked muoh more, if it hod been necessary. A falht plqk cams Into her cheeks. Her eyea were veiled. The idea waa sinking In. I was determined to overcome that sense In hsr thst marriage with him would bo a submission. I oould not have pleaded thus for myaslf. For Roderick I could and would. " Dont talk nonsense. Bill," she murmured. Yet I could have sworn- - tbit her heart swelled again with the sudden eonsdousneee of power. "I meen It. Agnes," said I. "I think It would bo a lino work." Agnes suddenly laughed, but unsteadily. You're ridiculous! she sold. " As though man succeeded for any reason but thsir own determination. You're sentimental. And I shant help him. I'd rather help you. You're a greeter man than he ia." " Are you proposing to me? " I asked. Agnee did not look up. I had n sharp uneasy fear that I waa making th biggest mistake In the world. X know now that I was making no mistake. Rodkrtf k.v day. O, any day! was absolutely flabbergasted. I eould think what to say. And than I saw that eye war Dill of tears. Thank God! 8h "Tou dont stick to them," protested. lo my horror I heard him say: "Wbata th good? Its nothing." X impudence. " I won't! " ahe cried, and laughtd quietly. "But thank you so much. Bin! W both laughed, and were both unashamed of being deeply moved End being great confidential friends, between whom there were so secrets, but only the unspoken confidences of two who loved the same man. And then the miracle happened. I caught sight of Roderick not three yards away. He "Here, Roderick!" I said aloud. turned, and saw us both. A deep flush rose to hie cheeks. H cam toward us, and Como and greeted Agnee ceremoniously. sit with us," X begged. Ho looked quickly at Agnss, and shook his head. X craned my nock to so that nobody was near. Than, with a hand on his sleeve, I Void, loud enough for her to bear, " Th truth ia. my dear Roderick, you hav com in the nick ef time. Toull sav us both embarrassment. Ive Just beam proposing to' Agnss and she ity. any . I net her ? Gr-r-r-- r! de- Mrs. says Allandorf. has-lef- loved him, and I bad shown her th of It. cinating." !MV, fJwvq,heqJqnUp. th?yq.n du,V WMilMsft.W. krVYWy.''bU-n- ot Xy'Itl,vhvWmaM''yeu than Indifferent, but passionately unable to adapt himself. He wante managing. Quiet managing. If hs were eally led by a strong woman, he'd be a greet men.", Bust veloped's Wha-a-a-at- !" By baa. . " I can't atop, h said, hid food quite gray r-and drawn. " And shes refused me." X finished. It was intolerable, and I knew it; but I was quit determined, and pulled him into th chair between us. It was Agnes who, with th readiness of her- - practiced perception, saved th scan. She sold; " Do stay now thst you hav come, Mr, D4an. Bill's behaving abominably." It was very gently and imperturbably said, and I did not dor to open my Ups. "Hi'i Just been telUng me you were In Spatn." " I waa," said Roderick, hoarsely. " But I ' cam back," , 4.u?tvtitlN(VvqRV.y "Excuse me. Mr. Siebert, says Edith, "but you re not going to be robbed. It's only Miss Sheldon." "You? ha bellows. What do you mean by this?" "Simply that I want you to bsten to that play I've been telling you about. "I have the author here and Bays ahe i he "Help! Murder!" howls Siebert, strugloose. to break glin again "Shut the' doors, Bennett, saya Edith And, really. Mr. Siebert. there's no use Nearly everyone making such a fuas. t the building. Shout If you Wish, watt until We'll you're through. though. "III III have jou Jailed for this, he growle. "Possibly," says Edith. calm and soothin. "But you're going to hear Mr. Blair read his play first, so you might as well make up your mind to that." "I must be at the theater by t oclock, he Insists, "That's more than three hours from now, says she, and Mr. Blair is quite reader." jijfaat 'Tie can't read anything to me, ever, Saya Siebert. "How silly of vou," saya Edith. "You ran help yourself." says Siebert. "That doesn't frighten me In the least, says Edith. "Ivs heard that growl a dozen times a day for the last eight ' weeks. Are you quite through?" , "No. savs Siebert. tVe can wait, "Very well," savs she. . can't we, Bennett? So while Swifty and I slip.? into the outer office and watches, chucklin, Siebert fusses and fumes in the chair. tB be late at the theater, I tell you, he snarls. "Not If you quiet down and prepare to In listen to the best comedy written says Edith. jeara, . , "Bah!" snorts. Siebert. lie's But Inside of three minutes drivel his hear the mind. "Let's changed an get it over with." aavs he. ('Come. Bennett, "announces Edith. t'Miv-Slewill Jhear vour Dinner at Seven Thirty' now. And I'm sure he's s a . He-'gbing ' t like it very much. 0iair for ' your right in ' front' of "him nl TOO PKlOlUD TO FIGHT Continued from preceding page. Use the National Til! - non (Copyright, 1930, Kewspapcr Syndicate) . 1 Bust Pads Jo V,J ' No! comjWl toiee' fr Mpd? J solicitors. X goi was suddenly week." next He away again grim. I looked at him In despair. " I'm going to buy n bouse there." Dont!" 1 cried. "Far better atsy hsr DniJr' inijr And "You are a fool!" I spluttered. You arc With Uf before you in England. Life and happiness. Roderick shrugged. I hod seen that ex. preeslon at school. I Imagined him saying. I suppose It my own business. Whata on to do with such a man? I wa teaten. I looked at his determined fee. I looked at Agnes. I looked at my Plata, and my glass, and my hands, damn!" said I. And than Agnss marvelously clinched th matter. I believe she could have born no ' more of IL She cut through all my otupldl-tiaM hi absurd solemn determination to be strong and renunciatory. It may be that shs waa tired of th game, or oven thst eh was frightened that It waa going too far, or that ah waa just full of angeUo pity for a suffering man. And sb said: Must you go, ' Roderick? I shouldnt if I were you." go J left them together. X Insist that I mad ths match. I Insist that Roderick owes hia position as a great criminal lawyer, hi beautiful wife, his handsome children, his happiness, all to ms. You may say X am a tedl-- . ous narrator, or a stupid sentimental 1st; but I hop you will not deny ma th satisfaction of thinking that I managed this affair y I admit with th aid of a miracle; but svsn allowing for th miracle I believe X did pretty well for them. And I am quite ear if I had not shown Agnes a way ot escape for hsr own prid they would never have met again. Call them or mo any- ,.,Jh,r' j0U ,k?: W Vary shbrt and tha( human being who iov on another sometime need a helping hand before they eon learn th leeeon that loving n fool. e. ... axes!-lentl- ,1 is giving. (OopyrlrM. 1M1: By The Okies TrTkiSMj ' |