South Bend News-Times, Volume 36, Number 243, South Bend, St. Joseph County, 31 August 1919 — Page 20

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mr uivorce, nrcoraing to my way of thinkinr," ?aid Natal! Thurr'on. fa'.Hr.g to see h"r horte:, signal to Mcor the conservation Into lcs d?.n?rrcus channels. "If married people kcp their keiids, there la always a possible solution of any human problem. Do you agrre, Mr. Planchard?" fhe aked the brilliantly successful civil mrrir.pcr. who hod recently undertaken a Mg pU-ce of construction work nrar the city. "Divorce I a vry debatable subject," he en9wercd, enigmatically. "In a great many eases divorce 1? caused by'the flckle-nr3 of vornan," paid Tony MeClure. "TLey are restless. Th'-y want nrw emction3. Why, even old mother Kvc left father Adara to Ü3ten to the wiles of the devil," laughed Tony. "I am a bahclcor because I am afraid that I ara not elf ver enough to hold the slippery affection cf any lad7 fair." "Judging by. your remarks, intcr4 a II ! JT TT ELP! Murder! The police!' exclaimed Fossett, disgustedly, as he rejoined ir. and Mrs. Dan Dugan on the hotel porch. "Forrest's goln to lay over in this hole another day. I knew no pood would coma In booktn this tank route. We ought to be back at the Olympia and good old Broadway. Im dyin of dry rot la this dump." And he plumped himself Into a willow rocker despondently. Mrs. Dan Dugaa, otherwise known and publicly billed tho night beforo at the opera house as Bates, of Fossett, Dugan and Bates, "Those Different Dancers," grinned and patted Fossett cn tho kneo. "Hold la there, Bill," she admonished. Tt11 do your system a powerful lot of irood to miss tho giddy going for another day. Let'fl have a little gamo.N "Nix, corr, no," protested , Fossett, poBlavel7, "I'm going to get the eol maa and -go down I.Iain etret and kid MANEEN cherished no Illusions ahont tea smart cet after tho fcrcial dinner that had usured la ihn caitiea for the house rarty of hlfch aha was the only insignificant member. Gh had been privata secretary to Mr. Munsen, of Munsen Company and Qon, for two years, when the Munacsa began plannlnj an. elaborate rk nd entertainment at their country plac for a grcup ct their con'B friends, and to her pleasant surprise. ha frad ten ell included In their list f pwsta, Od, ircclTlng tlio Invitation, N'anecn pent one enttr Saturday afternoon fcnytns Ci3 frivolous things for which sbd had never beforo had ony need. Tho first crrnlas nt the Munsens ßhe h&d dressed herself carefully, her young heart beating high with the Ciought that she wtuj to associate for three whole days with tho cultured Bona and daughters cf the city's richest cen. Ker distil nz I onnent came very trlftly. Tvo cf tha glr's drank so much wine at dinner that they had to -Y LOVE you better than anything in the world," raid Henry Forbes as he prised a kL-s upon the lips U the girl who hid Just accepted him. It wfcs a balmy summer evening. Uyra McKean wa Ilka a girl in a fcilry story. Once again hs crushed her to him. It seemed as If he wer kisMns each cno cf Lex silky brown curls. Then espying ,ome one Just enteritis; the Italian pcrtola at the other end cf the garden, ho suddenly released his newly acquired po?5C3jlon and he and Myra hasten-d toward the portola, Myra's father and mother were seated thtre. And It was with a Joyous triumphant ring in Henry's voice he told of tho Ui,ai:tment, adding at the end. "With ycur cogent, cf course." '"There Uat a iorc ideal young man

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io'M .Mabel Nredham, "the woman 13 always to blame. You arc narrowminded, Tony." "Well, a woman can do whatever she pleases with a man, and you know It," ft aid Tony, warmly. "Then in one- thins that I do know. If every woman knew a man like you there? would be more old ma:u3 liko T am In t ho world and fewer unhappy married women." "You're not an old maid," argued Tony. "You're just the right age, old enough to have some Fense." "If you two are not careful, we will be buying your wedding presents within a year," said the pretty, generous young widow, who had made her home among thrn for three year?. Tony grinned cheerfully at her. "You can ray the nicest thing?, Mrs. Wallace. If It were not for Mabel now, I would propose to you." He winked openly at Ned Planchard, fop the young engineer had evidently fallen In "ovo with Lenore Wallace on sight.

.e the rubea a bit." II roee, yawned loudly and ambled into the lobby. Tacking over to the cigar stand, where Forrest was critically hunting for a familiar smoke, he deliberately diverted the attention of the young girl from Forrest. "Miss, wherea any excitement?" he asked, leaning ovct the case with a friendly smile. "I beg your pardon," ehe replied, innocently. "What do yon meanT "Just this," he persisted. 'This gentleman here has sentenced me to another day's exllo from my native heath, which Is a broad concrete thoroughfare spoken of often as Broadway. I wish to keep the sunny smile and amuse myself. So the best little thing you can do for this tired business man, which la me, 13 to tell me where I can bo amused tonight Me and my rural friend, Mr. Forrest, here," Forro3t, having dined luxuriously over the first chemically pure fried

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be carried upstairs by etrvants and almost every man wbjs too utterly foolish to carry on any sort of conversation. This was the life, then, that the had read about and envied, considered Naneen thoughtfully, as Bhe looked around the room at the girls, lounging Indolently on chairs and dlvEn3, pufliag at cigarettes. It was quite early the next iüornlns when, In a chtc Ecrge suit and stout brown walking-boots, Naneen availed herself of fcer coatee' suggestion to get up and look over the farm a bit If she ,did not liko to sleep late. She found her pleasant employer and hla pooa-lcoking eon at breakfast. Both men roso quickly, greeting her cordially, and ßhe experienced her first real pleasure at the much anticipated house party whilo she eat ct the table with theta. She annotmced her intention of taking a brisk walk, whereupon the younger Munsen asked to accompany her. While he was gone upstairs to get into a pair of high boots, her old employer aimed a broadside at her.

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anywhere," Mr. McKi-aa had often said to Myra's mother during the many days Henry had courted Myra, and Mrs. McKean had always agreed with him without a moment's hesitancy, although in her own quiet moments she sometimes fell to wondering and then ?ha would suddenly stop and chide herself for being so intense In analyzing one's character. Tha next evening it was a very enthusiastlc young man v,-ho ran up the pteps of the exclusivo bachelor club of Detroit to tender his resignation. And It was with a new and firmer grip he txtcned his hand in response to that of his Lest chum, Willard Lawrence, whta that honorary member wished him the Lsi in the world. "But tell me," begin Willard in his quizzical way when they had Eeated

the treated him as he did all ether n; n. She wa3 pleasantly agreeable, nothing more. Only her hoste at the dinner table knew that she was not a real widow, merely the ctfen abused "divorced woman" who had taken her maiden name. When dinner was over and the men lingering for a while over their liquors and cigars had finally gone In search of the women, Ned Planchard looked vainly around the drawing room for Lenore Wallace. A French window opened on the terrace and through it hf caught a sight of a white gown fluttering outside. Before bin stretched a Cower carrim where delicately tinted cosmos, dahlias and late roses still courageously flaunted tholr blossoms, although there was a hint of early frost In the air. He followed Lenore down a winding gravel rath t) a stone bench before a fountain where the falling ater dropped like sparkling jewels in the moonlight.

chicken he'd had for a, year, and feeling la a good humor, chuckled. The girl, however, felt a little nettled over Fossett's manner, feeling In some Instinctively way that ho was "Joshing" her. "I don't know whether It would Interest you or not," ehe replied with Icy sweetness, but there's a little entertainment down at the Baptist Church tonight Even you might enJoy it" Fossett winced, while Forrest gave him a sharp dig In the midrib. "Score one for the little lad'," shouted Forrest "She's called you, Pete." Fossett grinned sheepishly. "I guess you're right," ho admitted, with a laugh. "Buy yourself that h'g box of chocolates and charge it to me, little girl. I'm stung. "Come on, Pete," urged Forrest. "Let's take In th big show. Let's go now and get a front seat" And he grasped Fossett's arm and led him "You met Miss Betty Calloway last night, didn't you?' he began lr.zily, "Chaxminz girl I I don't mind tilling you " here he leaned confidently toward her "I want Don to marry her. Truth of the matter is I have reason to believe that they are already encaged. "Indeed!" ea!d Naneen looking the old man steadily In tho eye. She felt the blood flame Into her face. Her employer was taking care to pee that she read the "No poaching" sign on his handsome son. Sae made a few agreeable remarks, touched on the weather, the beauty of the meadows seen from the breakfast room window, and commented with rare good Judgment on his prize stock that she had noticed the day before when she came down. Then she excused herself and went swinging off down a gravel path between rows of early tulips. To her surprise, she encountered Bob Mayfield at the end cf the path. "I've been here watching for you for an hour. You certainly made a hit with mo last night" He caught her theiaselves on the open balcony of the clubhouse, "how ia the world did you come to choose little Myra McKean when there were so many other girls at your heelsT" "Seriously?" asked Henry as he reached for his high ball on the wicker tray at the side of the big easy chair le was slouching into. "Why. yes was there really a reason deeper than the luro of her pretty broTrn curls tnd bis violet eyes?" "Indeed there ras." Henry said decidedly. "You've always known my pet Ideas of heredity, haven't you?" TVell. that's it. You see, I believe that environment plays no part whatsoever with a human being. It's all in the blood, Laury. and although all the other girls I know were perfect ladies with charming manners, borne-

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"Warn enough?" he asked, sitting down beside her. Somewhat clumsily he pulled the armine stole she wore closer around her bare shoulders. She did not answer him. Her eyes were on the Cowers around her. Cowers whose fragrant petals wpre drifting down at every little breeze that rippled over the garden. "I am in love with you. You know you must have seen" "Don't!" she exclaimed wearily. Then, after apause. "Each of us has the capacity for one great passion in life. When that has been dissipated, there Is nothing left but the ashes of a burned out fire. When they were innocently discussing divorce at the table tonight, I wanted to cry out, 'How can you argue questions of which you know nothing. I have been through the mill. There are scars burned into my flesh " "Tell me," whispered ' Ned Flanch-. ard, "tell me, did you love as deeply as that?"

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away. Five minutes later they were In the jostling holiday-bedecked throng in front of the church. Neither was recognized, for Fossett's makeup the night before had laborately concealed his features, while Forrest was only the manager, and therefore not previously In evidence. They ensconced themselves comfortably in two seats well front, and managed to take a snickering interest In the first part of the program, similar as It was, in every respect, to the average of Its kind. Then the Sundaychool superintendent, an Important little man with Impressive "sideboards" and officiously acting as stage manager, all-boy, stage carpenter, electrician and stage hand, authoritatively assumed unto himself the additional splendor of announcing that "the next feature (acccntuatng the last cyllable) on cur program will be Miss Fannie Thompson, of whom we are all so proud." He ers

arm and turned toward a little knoll beyond which an orchard offered a paradise of drifting loom. Naneen breathed deeply and threw out her arms in a gesture of happy abandon. To her astonishment, Bob Mayflcld put an arm around her carelessly. "Cone on, you pretty thing," ho drawled Quietly, "I'm going to kiss you. You've got me going." Naneen was quick as a flash. A business girl knows well enough how to protect herself without making r scene. When she had told young Mayfield, who was a millionaire's son and therefore considered himself a privileged character, Just what she thought of him and his kind, she whirled blindly into the orchard. There she found an old seat built around a gnarled apple tree and she dropped down on it, her knees trembling so that she was glad to rest for a minute. "You ran away from me, didn't you?" Don Munsen sat down beside her. Then soberly. "I heard every word you said to Mayfleld. I wanted to thrash him within an inch of his j i ii e how I always found their finesse had been acquired and never been born in them. That's what has made all the difference in the world. It's the parents of a girl I consider In choosing a wife not the girl herself so much, for you know the old scientific law is that character always skips a generation and " Henry suddenly realized he hid said enough for Willard to understand hi point. He settled back acain Into his big chair and struck a match to his cigar. "You might be right, old boy." remarked Willa-.-d lightly, "but I don't tbJnk I could be so scientific about loving. If I loved a girl that's all there'd be to it. I'm afraid." B;it Henry held his own opinion and shook his head in decided disagreement. Gee afternoon when Henry was

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She turned to him, her face wan in the moonlight. "For three years I have smiled at the world, a new world into which I forced myself, far from the scenes of my one time happlnens. But through it all my heart has been maimed and crushed, like a bird with broken wing? that struggles valiantly, yet vainly, tD fly again. To forget Is Impossible. Someone has wisely said that a man disappointed in lore locks that room In his heart dear to the old love and throws away the key, but a woman brushes the cobwebs from the door and returns again and again, to dream the old dreams." "I love you, Lenore," he said, lifting her hand to his lips. "I love you. I swer that I will live to make you happy." "You!" she cried accusingly. "You. who took my happiness away! Oh, the Irony of life, that you should come to me, after all these years and say, 'I love you.' Why Ned, you don't know what love means."

further explained, to Fossett's glee, that she was the rival of any "per-fe3-eional singer on the stage." He retired reluctantly, and Miss Fannie Thompson appeared. Fossett, expectantly awaiting "Silver Threads Among the Gold" by a limpid soprano of doubtful age, sat up with a start "Great gun.U" he whispered, hoarsely, to Forrest, "but she's a winner?" Forrest, however, made no answer, for as the orchestra swung into the opening strains of a late popular hit, and the girl started to sing, he sat t:s if dazed. Where in the name of Heaven did that girl come from? such personality, and such winsome vivacity! At the conclusion of her act, Forrest, silently and dreamily, grasped Fossett's arm and led him to the street. Once outside, Forrest turned to Fossett with a look of wonder. "Man alive!" he cried, "that Ctrl'? a knockout Why, she'll fill the Olympia to standln'-room. She's a find. life, but If he has an ounce of gray matter, he won't reed anything but a telegram calling him away from here today. You're a very wonderful girl to me. Naneen." If there la one thing that hurts a girl more than anything else in lif?, it is to have the man with whom she Is in love and who is ostensibly not for her, compliment her. For two years, every time Don Munsen had entered his father's private office. Naneen had felt that all of the blood in her body wa3 beating in her small ears. Every time she had heard him call some girl over the telephone to make engagements, she had wanted to scream, but Instead, because she was a clever girl who always used her head, she had never by the flickering of an eyelid let him "mow what he mattered to her any more than the old Janitor. One day. Just a week or two before the house party, he had brought her a bunch of violets. She had been so overwhelmed, so utterly hapy that she wag almost speechless, but she had been able to thank hlta playing brldgn with Myra la the great drawing room of the McKean mansion, Mrs. McKean called Henry estde some pretext or other and escorted him to her private room. "Henry," she began a little solemnly, "I have something to tell you before you marry Myra. I think, now that you are about to become her husband and will hold her future in your hand, you ought to know that she !i not cur child." Henry's face went a ghastly whit. Mrs. McKean noted It, but continued: "Sho was left on our front step twenty years ago, a little bundle of pink life, and we took her in and raised her as our owl" Mrs. McKean aros as though her confession "was over, much to her relief. Henry walked silently out of the room just behind Mrs.

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Ha caught her In his arms and held her head against his throbbing heart. "I have be-en utterly miserable every minute since I let you go, Lenore. We were yotrag, foolish. Inexperienced " me then. Now that you hare achieved success, gratified your ambition, reached yonr ioal " joj ejH jmo trj Drrd oti psq nojr. "I agonized for a fading crown." he told her sadly. "I wanted to work work for you, cf coarse, end you thought that I neglected you for a whim, a mere selfish purpose to advance myself In my profession. Girl, dear," he lapsed Into old lover-like endearments, "when a man finds the one woman, he longs to succeed to lay his 4aurels at her feet We quarrelled about it once Let's begin all over again! Success la nothing, lifo Is nothing without you!" He released her abruptly and leaned forward, head In his hand. The arrogant, selfishly Important boy she had loved was gone. A man, sadly

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I'm going to book her up." "Wake up, you're asleep." ridiculed Fossett "Why, there ain't a chance cf you coaxing her away from here. But I've got to hand it to you, she's a wonder. And pretty, well I think I'll stay over a while." The next morning Forrest got the address of Miss Thompson from the cigar clerk, and, accompanied by Fossett, who had been Impatiently trying to get the manager started for upwards of two hours, they departed for the Thompson home. They were graciously received, but their proposition met with a decided chill. Playactin', asserted Mother Thompson, was all right in its place, but she didn't want her girl to be an actress. They coaxed and pleaded, but to no avail. Fossett, however, by Iiis power of persuasion, and helped by his really likable self, that Fannie wasn't long in finding out, gained in her a possible ally to their plans. He whis perfunctorily and to keep right on typing, as if her salary depended on getting that sheet through the machine with all speed. She had known that she was playing with fire when she accepted an invitation to his home, but when a girl is Just twenty-two. pretty, in love, and the year is at the spring what can one expect even if she is clever enough to always use her head. "Isn't it lovely here," she asked quite composedly, veering the conrersation away from the unpleasant episode, "the sunshine on the apple trees, the birds darting in and out we are very far from the office today, aren't we?" "I wanted to kick Mayfleld for putting his arm around you a while ago, but if you don't turn here and let me tell you how much I love you " A bird seemed to be singing In her heart. Naneen'a breath came fast, unevenly then memory stabbed her fleeting happiness with recollection of her employer's statement at breakfast about Betty Calloway. McKean like a body whose soul had flown. Then the next morning Henry exore. He was a new man with a new llfht In hla eyes. Ho went to Mrs. McKean and told her Myra's birth made no difference to hla whatever, "I lore her beyond all worldly interference, and. although my pfia has always been a little different love know no law and Myra shall be my wlf just the wno." X few weeks later, Just aa the last strains of the wedding march died down and the multitudes of people began to crowd out of the door of the church after the bride was flitted aay la a palatial car to the McKean home, Mr3. McKean leaned back into the cushions of her coupe and laughed merrily. "So glad." she said half

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wise 'id ntterly lonely, was there fa his place. Motherhood, lorif dmled, stirred In hr heart, the heart that she had rebooted herself to believe could hold only the dust of her youthfnl dreams, "Of course," h said !n a tone thtt brought a lump to her throat and a mist of tears to blur her eyes. "I cant expect you, to come back to me. I have made what the world alls success, but It is gall and wormwood without you. "And if I come back to you?" 3he whispered breathlessly. The sweet humility in the eyes he lifted, the gentleness Jn his touch as he held her in his arms again, told more eloquently than words how much he really loved her. "Your little world will claim you. Tony McClure says that half the men here are in love with you," he began jealously. "Can I make you happy?" "A bird whose wings have Ven broken never tries to fly hir,h nor far. Ned. dear," she said softly.

pered to her that ho would probably be In town a week, and drew for himself an nvitation to din1 the following evening. Once outside. Forrest shook his head dejectedly. "It's a durn shame I" ho complained. "Sho'd be a gnat card. Well I guess we'll go back tonight without h'.r." "There, there." soothed Feie, "don't give up. Look here. I'm going to stay here a while longer. Maybe I can land her." A wee!: later Forrc-st received the following telegram: "Thompson is coming with r.-.e tomorrow. Bill her with FossMf, Ducan and Bates. FETE." Forrer.t's brow wrinkled. It would be a great fizzle to bill her up in the papers and then have her desert him. So ho shot back another wire to Fossett: "Are you sure she'll stick?" The answer was brief, but convincing: "She ought to. She promised no before a preacher." "I I can't listen." She Jumped up and turned quickly from him only to encounter his father, who had planted himself squarely in the way. "What's this?' he demanded. "She doesn't care," said Don. Naneen could not endure the pain in his voice so she looked up at him, her eye3 blurred with tears. "Your father told me that you were engaged to Betty Calloway " "Why, Dad, yo you" The senior Munsen took a very small, cold hand and patted It as ho placed it in his son's hand, racerly stretched out to clasp it. "You eee," he explained, "I wanted to help Don along you've never even appeared to notice him in the office and o 1 thought, perhaps, you would think better of him if some other girl seemed to want him." Naneen smlle-d radiantly at Lin. "Why, I suppose every girl want?. Don," she said with tho world old conceit of the species over the male who happens to pause whon he paesea her way. aloud, "bo sd It's the real thlnj. X had ray doubts. I must est to Lira at Mrs. McKean cornered Henry ta an alcov cf th reception room Just after they had received Ua gacta ra da foraalirj. "Henry, ray eon," tfh eJd sofUy. a lig5t of aüectlon la her eyes, "It lrjit so at aJL Sh ii our hiJLy Ulli Mjrra, I was Jus; t tails s you fc find est hovr much you really did lore hr. Willard had told mo yocr ldsas cf Eft, and I experimented on your lov with the acid test. Will you forgln cm" she asked eweatly. And Henry, taking her soft, smooth face between his hand3, kissed her reverently. "But wait till I get Willard." hi grinned, rushing eff in his direction,