The Huttig news., 1914-02-14

"0h, I don't know. 1 married my first husband when was eighteen. Re1 eyes grew reminiscent When she spoke 1t was as if she made conces sion of unwelcome truth to him be cause he was friend--a confidential friend. That's twenty years ago!''
 He was losing patience with the woman. Do you mean to tell me that you're-'
 "sh." she cautioned pIayfully. ..l don't tell my age to everyone!"
 T can readily understand that
 How old are you. MT Wallace?" she asked swee1y, evidently pleased al fhe establishment of confidential rela ions with this, Broadway's most iuti mate friend
 I'll be twelve in October" he re piled with calm smile.
 FwelVe!" She paused. and thef burst into her small cackle of artifcia laughter. "Oh, 1 see; you want me te add about twenty to that."
 Yes he exclaimed ungallantly, dis gustedly, and add about thirty mort 10. your own
 What" She was instantly indie aant. not unnaturaily.
 oh. come. now. Mrs Gerard!s e- :rapd You don't expect me to Ne eve that you-"
 She was thoroughly indignant How stare you. sir! Do you know what you're saying?s
 T know what I'd like to say" he confessed, looking steadfastly at her
 About what2"
 About your engagement to young MT Jones. Why, you're not taking the chap seriously, are you2e
 Her anger grew. What do you mean?"
 Just what say" he answered firm ly. That it's all wrong It's impos sible. The idea of woman of you age imagining for a moment that thi. boy is fool enough to think of such thing Do you stop to think what pee pie will say? Don't you realize that can't be? That it's simply prepostel ous? Why
 Are you trying to insult me, sir2v
 No he answered earnestly. Tn trying to save you from being humili ated and laughed at DenySthe story at once. Say it was all a joke Sa, anything, but for heavens sake doni let it go any further,"
 She gazed at him in speeches. wrath while he >nervously paced the room.
 Surely" he said whirling, "you dcn't think he seriously considers mar rying you?'
 And why not? Her icy tone was full Of outraged dignity
 Because it would be a ridiculous match. Give it serious thought You're q sensible woman. figure it out for yourself. Why, you're more than twice his age!"
 "Sir!"
 Why, he's only twenty.ave-not that, yet"
 She gazed at him in speechless rage for twenty seconds, then said. explo siveiy: 'You-brutc!
 I'm your friend he urged "I'nl trying to help you. I'm trying to save Fou from being made the laughing stock of the town
 Do you mean to insinuate that Jackson doesn't love me-"
 Jackson doesn't love anyone except a good time Why, he doesn't take anything seriously, especially women To my knowledge he's been engaged to thirty since he's been here in New l York
 ''IAdon't-believe you.'
 He shrugged his shoulders "Ver, well; go ahead; it's no affair of mine
 She agreed with this. You'll q, we'll to remember that Attend {, your own business, M7 Wallace
 Excuse me-" he said apologetically 'Tm sorry I spoke
 As he thus apolcgized, d;sgusted worried. even frightened by the mud dle in which his friend had sc involved himself, entirely ignorant of the sorry cause which had led Broadway to tn, i fatal step, that young man entered from the hall, having effaced as man, IdNCo uc COuAu Ol lut NlIu HlSul and rightly clothed himself for morn ing callers. As he advanced ht hummed stanza from some cabare faYorite which ran, monotonously: 5. love you; oh, love you,"
 At sight of Mrs. Gerard he bright ened and sprang toward her eagerly He was not the one to go back on bargain or to make a wry face ovel necessary medicine.
 Beatrice; My Beatrice," he cried
 Wallace eyed them with disgust a. they flew into each others arms. Having released his .Beatrice. m, Beatrice, he turned to Wallace with { calm which Wallace could net but ad inire The youngster certainly Wal gamei Good morning, Bob"
 Wallace scorned him.
 Broadway did not even vince. ha turned back to his Beatrice And how is m.' little banquet queen this morn