South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-01-22

We'll. that's a rotten book" War
rem flung down the volume contemptu-
ously Where did you get hold of
it?"
why. Mrs Stevens loaned it to
me-"
How you women can spend your
time reading such twaddle-'
But dear, it isn't so bad. It's
only a light summer novel. It's not
supposed
"A summer novel," he shifted "Why
on earth people have this insane idea
that their brains must be nursed
trough the summer on light literature.
Anyone that can read that sort Of
truck oughtn't to be afraid of over
taxing their brains-they haven't any,
He took up the book again and
opened it at the cOlOred frOntpiece.
And look at there Illustrations By
CAD, they're enough to queer any
book. That inane languishing girl
and the man looks like he's advertis-
] ing a clothing house. The coat and
hat and stock are fine, but his face has
about as much expression as"
He paused for lack of a sufficiently
| strong expression. THAT artist ought
to be doing street car advertising. And
the hook itself-you mean to say you
read that thing through"
/ WHY yes uCdIs llAOuSul IL " ciS
rather interesting" Helen murmured
apOlogetically, wondering at all this
TRADE against an inOffensive novel
interesting? You call that silly.
artificial view Of things interesting?
"But dear, you haven't read it. You
! just picked it up a moment ago"
Don't have to read it to tell what
sort of rot that is. Here, listen,
turning through the book at random
! and reading from a page near the end:
! "'You will never know how you
! have filled my life-hOw every mo-
ment has been Vitalized because of
you. All these months I have lived
| only to be near you. Just to be in the
same room, 10 hear your voice, TO
touch ii fold of your dress as you
passed - Suffering cats." throwing
! down the book in disgust. do you
think any sane man would ever talk
| like that?"
But dear, that may not he so
| maudlin as il sOunds-it would depend
on the conditions under which it is
said. ] think there are men, who, II
they felt very deeply, might say that
Not off the stage or outside of silly
! novels"
Here Mrs. Stevens came out on the
veranda. In a few moments they al
went to dinner, and nothing more wa:
said about the book until just before
/ they went to bed that night.
1t was about 0 O'Clock. while Heller
! was standing before the bureau brush
ing and plating her hair for tn
night. that something few hutterini
into the room.
With a cry she dropped the brusf
and ran toward Warren, who was
smoking by the open window.
"Oh. oh, What is it?"
Don't you know a bat when yol
see one?" He put down his cigar anC
looked about the room. Got any
thing 70 hit il with2"
The bat was now flying about th'
ceiling.
oh" drawing her loose hair ovel
her shoulder. 1--WE heard they get il
ones hair. Oh I'm afraid of it,"
We'll. it's much more afraid o.
you. Here" taking up a heavy batl
towel. I'll give IL a swat with this.
"Oh. Warren, don't Don't kill it,
as with a sweep OF the towel he knock
ed IL of the top Of the door moulding
and il fell futtering at his feet
tiny brown, furry thing with bright
beady eyes.
He raised the towel TO hit it again
but Helen caught his arm
"No-noi You mustn't can
bear 10 see YOU kill it,"
We'll, what do YOU want2 Wan
IL here all night?"
"Of course not-but can't YOU get /
. out without killing ito"
Turn of the light then. and it'll fl,
"Oh. yes. let's do that." as she bur
riedly pinned back the muslin cur.