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Show t CHARACTERS IN THE STORY f8 uN'E KK'HARDS, private secre- fROBti'T' null mi:,., re Insurance , L, v-li" i'" "' ' '" alter his Tirr? n ' h ' 1"','tl lnno SJ Eor'ni'.")' '1 AH.M hi- dealh. Jane M PLjc-s to work in the office under I F1 ,n3renieni his son m'riA ,;' i,!KK'1 w:- ' "un- Wat" r. ' lOss inherited Ihe v. oak traits of H mtt'-' ,n",!"'r wlin 'opd with " Prjjli?r '.: asks Jane to marry J Ll t0 fuiiti'- in- father's dying wish, H) fcjjne s engaged to M KoR,AX rl;AVKKSi: a Popular I KrLP TRAVERSE his brother i'i dnio f ''In 1 Jane a mother tin ir : '" i kJ Eiae :infl orman VISlt "e studio H Ktineiit tbey have rented off Con-ii Con-ii Park ' A neighbor artist in b , tii" "' 'h nrlists' bal1- where !S Lotden ypP'f' ,s ' be Pven ,0 ,he tt E beautiful girl. H Civrr:-'-" studio neighbor, a French E isks that Jane sing and she "-V ' .. ''.rm Ktt Traverse s objection and Jeal- r installment No. .10 komko and .11 1-1 irr H m, ' jtood looking out of the studio M r'" 1,,. u.t thinking about the. "J 6 ' 1,1,1 t"'ll-vo that 3 MLaL from tho costimi' i tri.. would i I Rl'icto r.he pool clothes and all Fv'( Frenchman and Norman had N ?A''rth08e bally real y so wl iS . timorous'-. Si Eiverse was strumming n the t IS. so bad as they're painted. " he m fcitttfd "Put ba1 '-rough." K would be fun just to peek in, btf ' .. ,, ot- it" eoaxed. Kwerse'nll-'1 H knew that the Pot the Kuht-n appl- had m-KeJ m-KeJ Jar.- ' 'l v' 1 s mor'' 1"' J C that If she wore a costume to ctr real b auty, sh had a clear IgK. t !0 claim the priw against the MU'i ef'f te aii'l blusi.- models and so-Hr so-Hr women who competed more fof ItX. tigures than their f k SRVr vmi reallv want to go, I'll take N I" lie nroinlsd. it amused him to, 1 fch Jane as she tried to r.K in- 1 fca!' I didn't m'.T. r--a'.y to go It H tttlinupht wo might lool Ea'e'll talk about It agnin," In aM I fcltsslv 'In the mi an time you J fcht be dei fc you would llki to wear, nulady. ' I RoUnd," Jan- answered prompt-1 I tnerse laugh, d louftly. -So you've , 1 Llfupvour mind to g" And to be i Uliml.' Do you realise that means j I fcrin? doublet ind hi pjo j.int inw r ed simply. "I I the part In college, and I have I C'costume at hom finvr0 was sl.i-htly overcome. It I I difficult to ox, lain to his inno- B Etouds fiancee why he would not Ebor Into th. bal room of thi 1 fan in i ostu f tighl 9 oven I Kghakespi irean license He Bet- I ithe question b; uj gestlng that I k go as Romeo -.rol Ji"'! I Rhst wou!.: '.g Jane cried n;r.ir , I Htr cheeks were burnlnr ' ku- fves were flashing with exclto- j fci All about hei I ' h fiery H Knty. her o,..;,. - h,i ! i;n--dglor- : pallet, you win the golden H '. becaust von .ire Hi most beau-i beau-i Itl woman in the world, my swei 4 jut" Travi thed with a hot( I lace of admiration. r-Anj nr. ot Romeo shall ever I lab my I in; rani pi omlsed, u 1 STjrayr.i ;r,' and clung B . y in his arms. f7hv u . r 1 i ' ware 1 hat the door I m opened Th of the French- I B Intfrr-jp'. d I... r's kis?. I Kirdon, monsh ur Traverse. I 1 mt Mi m v I,. ...d- I BlM could h.iw on, ,1 With rage mm this Intrdui r Was their honoy-B honoy-B whotn,' to be at the mercy of this wM'.ome neighi.oi " Would he al-p al-p come popping In Jusl when he nr. wanted, just because no hap-KM hap-KM to havo the studio across the no book." 'I'rv.r. derlar'd jlahasty glance around the studio. frrnrhnia n smirked cunningly. iTtfre it Is, on 11 . second shelf toSgtf? ack to Me- matfer ''ffi W M a .o his own Ub'W!. V?2 new Edition vet read h ' .T"yere had not P'ay ot ,;,Jl oufh uf.tP1 eihg the I Purchased thr ,n- uh, '' 1 "PWned himUT bourn' r'-ni h m;' n insjr.oia t ,"'r"-1 -w ,i VOUS Plate;' -7 hor.ou 1 1 . , 1 book'- Trav" syU W,8h lo y men; rjrsc repeated in amaze- v,ui' your book here it ! M. r , -"hand T,1"UtlU, il "old Me" m7wSSr Should COme ov" unrt Iwhi-n w,?f:-n'J ,"0,'s"Jur Marchand " , -a" 'C shall first tele; t "rd n'f fo'n U tPOlntm('nl 11 onn h b t0 '"formal, even if think" ' nHXt-i"'J'- u'"o. don t you fid Sffift U'.e ',y follow remark -c tel.; .r waeyclnB Jun-' with i oveto is t " ', ,'n,Jf" wa, only with etfo:-t outoCf;,hedroor,lin " rderln h1"' UmjrhSs w.h? ndmoteeite has charmante Marchant pursued glibly lM.l are ''-aving ,xt w,.,.k rJI v,.,. : !' park' Traverse remarked pointedly, on our honeymoon oh. the honeydVbta, eh?" he sighed sigh-ed romantically. ' Here, take th fbook vou re wel-fenow wel-fenow Tlaverse sald to rid of the -Merci." iic bowed and left with "i "iv i,,,,r, eth..,. s of thanks Jane bolted the door after him and sighed : "kVI1 are Wfc 10 d0- lf hc continues to bother us?" Traverse did not answer lmim .li (t ly. He went over and arranged the bo,,k.H t, rover tl:e v.M.-inr v..,.,. ' by the Shaw novel he had so unwlll-Ijngly unwlll-Ijngly loaned. Then hc went over to 1 his pipes, sneering as he repeated I Bother us?" I "What do you mean?" Jane de-,mandod. de-,mandod. feeling tin curren of strange I trouble In the air. I "I mean that Monsieur Marc-hand I calls to see you not me." j Jane s flesh was creeping with repulsion. re-pulsion. Would any man dare to cust , eyes upon a girl who was only on the 'eve of her honeymoon0 j Jane did not know New York so-I so-I phistltallon She did not know that even after she was married sh, would I not be safe from men like this Jane felt soiled by his glanee, and in the alv the evil of hL" presence seemed still to lurk. She shivered and went over to Norman miserably. "Dear, are you sure we would not have been happier living in a more humble home somewhere away from all-the.se artist- and movie people who (all seem 80 bla.se and Bohemian "" "Bohemian? I thought vou wanted to be Boheiiilau.' Jane flushed. "I only want to loe ,rou. dtor." she almost wept, but he continued unpleasantly un-pleasantly "You cannot tell me that fellow would have come back, unles- you encouraged en-couraged hlni. or made s at him. while you Were singing 1 told you not 'to sing. Now you'll hive to play the !i;am'. I can't let that fellow have the laugh on me. He's famous Marchand I know nil work lie pood everywhere lot of pull He could probibly fix It so you get the golden apple at Ies Artistes. "I am not going to the art.sts' ball." Jane cried vehemently- "I'm going home to my mother. I may never never come back " Before he could stop her. Jane had flown out of the door. (Copyright, 1922, by the Bell Syn-idlcate. Syn-idlcate. Inc.) I Another fine Installment of this story tomorrow. 00 |
