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Show i , BORROWED HUSBANDS By MILDRED K. BARBOUR XCXl THE PLACK OF MIRTH. Nancy had never cared particularly for roof shows. Typically townbred, she believed thnt having seen one, Khe had seen them all and like all New Yorkers sho considered thai they .m o designed only for tho amusenv nt of out-of-town people Sho looked around the great semt-circUlar semt-circUlar auditorium with Its gorgeously gorgeous-ly painted stage curtain and its tiny tables set in tiers, outfitted with small mallets to be used as the symbols bf .ipplause ind breathed . sigh of weariness at the t bought of the two hours so-called entertainment thrbusb which she would have to sit. sh.- noted the men who occupied the "ring side' tables those closest to the open spavo where the be mn chorus would , through its curious (involutions and gyration in tho guise of dancing Many of these men were bald and most of them were fat with a comfortable, homey sort of look. They looked like the kind of men who would like to sit around ! h-fir.- aftei dinner In their shirt slees. and slippers and read the evening p l-per, l-per, carefully looking for then own I , imes in the accounts of tho meetings meet-ings of Citisens associations. Then- was a sprinkling of youngsters, young-sters, too snslgns in very Immaculate uniforms and clean-faced buv.s who might have come from Colleges and prep SI hools. The ir feminine companions com-panions were of different calibre bobbed-haired, some; ethers with sleek man Slled coiffure; all highly painted paint-ed as to Hps and cheeks and daringly ib i ollette Dr. Langrwell looked around approvingly. approv-ingly. "Some class to this place!" he remarked. re-marked. "Vou think so?" asked Nancy, languidly lan-guidly ' The last time I was hero, we had a little Parlslenne In our partj and she insisted that this was rather pathetic by comparison with the Paris restaurants. 1 rather think I agree with her." ' You New Yorkers are a blase lot' At heart you are really as proud as pj peacocks about your night life " "I'm not! I hate It'" declared Nancy. Nan-cy. 'My dear girl. If you really did hate It, you wouldn't be here. You would be In Peru with your husband. By the way, what are vou going to do about your husband?" Nanny looked at him in amazement. amaze-ment. W hatever do you mean? ' "Well, you can't go on stringing Desmond along forever And you can't care very much for Burrard If you flirt with everyone the way 1 va seen you do with our genial ma i r and that Harding chap not to mention men-tion me ." "Indeed' What do you call St then? Am I to believe that you are In car-nest"" car-nest"" "You're a most exasperating creature. crea-ture. Doctor! I've never elven you ;iuy more consideration than I would give the husband of any one of my very good friends. On many occa slons you deliberately choso to on - underhand, it is you who are to blame If there Is any blame not 1. Why can't men ever ploy fab 1 "Why can't women play fair " its Shrugged Why can't thi v play the gams across the boards and take what's coming when they lose ' Why must they always whine and try to pns the blame to some poor devil of a man?" ' A roof garden show Is no place :'nr philosophising," declared Nam "Let's be gay and frivolous and vibrate in harmony with our surroundings." "Oh, what a pretty girl!" sho cried. Suddenly glancing up at a party which was being seated at an adjoining ra-ble. ra-ble. The faco of Madonna"1 Lout. ' Langwell glanced In the direction which she indicated and tho girl In question looked up at the same moment. mo-ment. A lovely -mlle lllumlnaled the at ' tor's faCe and sho held out an Impulsive Impul-sive hand lo tho doctor who rose and went to her with scarcely an apology ' to Nancy |