The Detroit times., 1915-06-23


makes love to more than one girl AT
time is that y0u cannot punish
him without furnishing even more
cruelty his innocent victims.
And 40 II happened that night.
when Stella came in to our room
after the theater. she found me
cuddled up In bed with my face to
the wall. I had been crying. but !
did not want my friend to know H.
Stella. however, was Of the kind
whose eyes are sharp for people 10
trouble. At FIRST. after she had
closed the door. she evidently
though I was asleep. which was
what I had hoped. She tiptoed
across TO the dresser and began
to take on her hat Then felt.
though l could not see her. that
che had paused and was listening
10 my breathing. Try a. | might.
the little sobs which were the after.
math Of my ut Of weeping were still
shaking me at intervals. | do not
think Stella was quiet for more
than half minute before she
walked briskly to my bedside and
put her hand on my shoulder.
whats the trouble, kiddo?" she
asked "OWt with 81"
I wanted TO struggle asainst tell.
ing her. but also instinctively !
wanted sympathy and advice. And
also, I knew perfectly II Stella had
made up her mind TO hnd out what
was the matter with me, hnd II out
J she would. sooner or later. II was
saving Of time. therefore. to roll
over and tell her at once.
Its Marion said. And then.
IN spite OF myself. the tears came
into my eyes again.
"Oh. I.ordy." said Stella. why
/. n Il always in any family there Is
lust one who always gets II in the
neck, And it's usually the littlest
one. You know what I'd do with
Marion. II she were my sister? I'd
beat her. that's what I'd dol"
Ny friend saw my eyes grow
round. and laughed ut me.
"Of course, I don't mean that
really. Beth" she said. II know
how you feel. suppose II had \
sister I'd be just ~ foolish over
her as you are over Marion. Come
on now, tell me what she's been mp
TO-"
At once I poured out my story Of
my sisters double salary, although
she only had half the work had In
our production. OF Mr.. Barlowe's
OFFER to advance money to her
should she need II. And finally Of
his paying TO get her coat out OF the
place In which she had pawned It.
4 sat mp In bed and pushed my hair
from my forehead.
"You see where It's all leading,
Stella" cried. "She's 40 foolish
that man will get her hopelessly In
his debt, and then she viii be
afraid TO refuse any Of his invita-
tions. I asked her to tell me this
afternoon how much she owed him
row. would be willing 70 sell
anything I have to pay for anything
she has taken from him. But che
would not tell me-"
y II sec.". said Stella slowly. My
friend sat thinking for . few min.
utes. "Of course. there II one way
TO stop oil that monkey busi-
ness" she said finally. we could
K tell his wife. I think she'd stop
Il fast enough And he would have
10 do whatever she says. For II II
she who has the money"
leaned toward Stella In amaze
ment.
"You mean Mrs. Bariowe has
most Of the money. and that she
Was not Just some poor. little. coun-
Try girl whom he married out OF
pity. az he told me?" I asked.
Stella threw back her head and
laughed. though her mirth was .
little hard.
Country girl" she repeated.
why. Mrs. Barlowe was the
daughter OF one OF the richest
Wholesale grocers In this country
Anything he could earn would he
q drop in the bucket toward keep
hrs them In the style In which they
live Everybody knows II. Il was
% the papers 1t the time of their
marriage. ! guess she's = sweet
1Iittle thing. but she's just q little
FOOL who got married for her mon.
~"
B But what Stella had said had also
put an idea IN my head.
"Yes," began slowly, II remsm-
tes she did I0ok sweet and nice
Whsn met her that day ct the
ptnge entrance With the baby n her
osuns. There's the trouble. ossllas