The Washington herald., 1916-07-23
TYPES
SARA
MOORE

Of a low-cut blond at his right wife
was pretty in evening dress. II was
just the thing for her demure per-
sonality and suggested fresh air and
regular hours. Castle found himself
seriously competing for her attention
with another wine-hsppy gentleman
She knew nothing of Broadway wit
which is largely platitudes gathered
from current musical shows, but her
remarks were as pleasantly surprising
as some OF the drinks you get at pro-
bioiuon town soda fountains-if you
let your eyelid slip while the clerk
is looking
Also. Stella danced. She did not
seem to notice that the artisticslly
hslf-dressed blond was beeoming NOR.
coy and inclined to whisper things 20
husband. Bruleigh watched her fox
; trotting with German and something
In the picture made him suddenly re-
call every rotten spot in Gorman's
somewhat record breaking career.
Bruleigh made it a point to dance
with her himself all the rest OF tie
evening. be was no nearer the angel
class than German. but he knew what
kind Of woman the little dancer real
ly was. German, muddled with
drinks, might have forgotten. Castle
didn't want the girl 70 be frightened
or disgusted. She might not want to
( play around" again. At 2.3O q m.
he still held to his determination to
from the ignominy Of a strictly settled
down life.
At three o'clock the blond was sing
Ing Tipperary" Gorman had
launched a line Of conversation that
always led up to the story about the
boy who was raised by his mother
Bruleigh broke up the party. which
Z ny -rYf
found himself linked arms with Wife
and Husband waiting for his own
machine to drive up 20 the curb
He could just see the wonsn's face,
in the dawn dusk as she turned IL
toward her husband He could Just
see the look IN the mans eyes as he
slipped an arm around her shoulders
ana settled into the seat beside her
German piled in clumsily and talk
atively BrUleigh. with a queer. stran-
Cling feeling under his collar sat in
the forward seat. facing his guests
Wife had slipped her Eloved fnEers
into her mans hand and leaned her
cheek against his shoulder. Husband
had bent his head until his cheek
rested lightly against her hair Polite
gaiety had been wiped from his face.
He was still smiling. not With zr1use-
ment but a sort OF quiet contentment.
II was as IL, after long separation.
they had found reunion. comrsdeship.
shelter. comfort and Understa nding in
the exchange ot a single glance and
clasDing OF hands.
German, who was to sleep at Cas-
ties apartment. was sdu laxative as
Bruleigh mixed a final nightcsp.
That's swell looking woman
he said A blanked fine little piece
I OF furniture Too bad she's married.
! isn't il. Never saw nicer eyes-or
nicer arms. She's clever. too. and
some dancer. II she only had more
ginger-pep-flare- shall I call
! tt?-she'd cut some streak in the
White Way. Lucky you ran across
them. BruleiEh- Hope you fix up an
other party SOS I car meet en- sgsia"
! Bruleigh yanked together some cur
tains that shut out a view OF the
yellow glare CT the neighboring fiat
/ lighted window
| Not likely to" he growled. They
!dont-belonC I've been doing some
/ rare thinking and I've come 20 the
conclusion that IL is a mistake to be-
ilsve that all regular folks have to I've
around edges Of the Tenderlotn"
/ En-" exploded German.
be decent" continued Castle irreIe-
vanity. The place for women is in
/ the home, anyway Ard-I suppose
/ thev have to have husbands God
knows they won't stay there II some
OF the men don't"
tr,~---A. ra'sH