Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1912-08-21

THAT'S what mean
"Oh," he said, perplexed Then, MS
II his stupidity called for an explana-
tion; 81 had n beastly night, Didn't go
IN bed TIL 4 But, say, why can't !
have the same privilege as these other
chaps? Corwith makes love to you
and 80 does Odwel, and hang It,
they're both married It's rotten mean
or
"Tbeh wives are accountable for
Their manners, not /. But, come; will
you go to Renwoods with me?"
"rd rather talk to you In that nice
little corner Of the billiard room at
home II YOU
"But | don't need n brandy and soda.
Oh" This exclamation came with the
discovery Of an approaching horseman.
TITS Mr.. Shaw, I'm sure"
Randolph Shaw, loyal to his feudal
promise, appeared In the road n couple
OF hundred yards away He drew rein
and from that distance surveyed the
two who were no near to encroaching
upon his preserves He sat straight
and forblddlng In the saddle. For n
full minute the two factions stared at
each other. Then without n sign Of
recognition, Shaw turned and rode rap
idly away.
"Ile rides like a gentleman" COM
mented Miss Drake, after reflection.
Indian blood In him." remarked her
companion.
Let us 30 home" said she, whlrlng
her horse like a fash. The duke had
some difficulty in keeping abreast OF
her during the ride, and he lost sight
Of her altogether after they dlsmount-
ed at Bazelhurst villa.
The momentary glimpse of real
man set Penelope's opinions on edge
for the remainder Of the day and
night Shaw, whatever else he might
be, was man. Even while others
addressed her In conversation she was
absentmlndedly recalling to memory
certain English gentlemen at home
who could stand comparison with this
handsome fellow across the danger
line. But to compare any one Of the
men In Lady Bazelhurst's house party
oh, II was absurd She looked them
over. Dull eyed, blHse, frayed by the
social whlrl. worn out, pulseless, all of
them. They talked automobile, bridge,
women and self In particular In the
secluslon Of tete-a-tete they talked
love with an ardor that lost most of
its danger because II was from force
Of habit One Of the men was even
now admitting In her ear that he had
not spent an evening alone with his
wife In four years.
"There's always something doing"
he said. "a week or two ago, by Jove,
you wouldn't believe II, hut we had an
evening turn up without thing on
hand Strangest thing | ever knew.
Neither OF us had n thing on. We said
we'd stay at home and 80 to bed ear
ly just TO see how It felt. Well, what
do you thlnk7 We sat up and read
till half past 10 O'clock aud then both
Of us thought OF Il at the same time
We dressed and went down to Rec
tors and waited for the theaters to
let out. Three o'clock when we got
home. You can't imagine what
queer experience II Is being all alone
with ones wife"
Don't you love your wife, Mr.. Cd
wellT
Certainly But there's always
crowd Both Of them glanced over
at pretty Mrs. Odwell She was look
ing down at her plate demurely while
Reggie Van WORT talked straight into
her pink ear, his eyes cleaning with
the zest Of invasion. "I say, Miss
Drake, you won't mind talking to me
awhile after dinner, win your went
on Odwell, something like relief in his
voice,
After dinner she was obliged to set
him straight In little matter. They
were sitting on the terrace, and he had
thrown away his half smoked ciga-
rette, an act in itself significant She
had been listening patiently, from
sheer habit and indifference, to what
he was saying, but ut last she revolted.
"Don'tl You shall not say such
things TO me. am not your kind,
fancy, Mr.. Odwell," she said. 81 don't
know why you should tell me OF your
chorus girl friends, Of your suppers
and all that | don't care to hear Of
them, and don't intend that you shall
use me as n subject Of Illustration.
am going upstalrs,'
"Oh, come now, that's rather rough.
just as we were getting ON so well
All the fellows do the same
81 know. You need not tell me. And
you all have wives at home. too" with
intense scorn.
Now, that's where you wrong u.s.
They're not at home, you know That's
just It."
'Never mind, Mr. Odwell; I'm going
In" She left him and entered the
house, For a minute or two he looked
after her In wonder and chen. softly
whispering made his way over to
whore De Peyton. through some over
sight, was talking 20 his own wife.
De Peyton unceremonlously announc-
cd that he was going upstairs to write
letter
Penelope. flushed with disgust and
humiliation, drew near a crowd OF men
and women in the long living room.
Her brother was harangning the as
semblage, standing forth among them
like an unconQuered bantam, In spite
OF herself she felt wave Of shame