The Palatka news and advertiser., 1916-12-01
All Good, Clean Fun

ed toward him, pressing her cheek
softly against him.
"Now," he declared, gruffy, cts
streams of molten fire, with soft lit
tie waterfalls dancing all about. How
did God make you, anyhow" Turn
ing the car, he started back the way
they had come.
Not q word was spoken until he
swung into the home yard and
brought the big car slowly to a
stand. Then, springing out, he gave
her his hand with smiling courtesy.
billiards here" he whispered, "but
for heavens sake get a glass of wine
and lie down for a second, even if
supper is late"
"Oh!" she cried, and ran before him
to the house.
She threw off her dress with hands
which were like ice, slipped into a
soft gray that floated about her like
a cloud, pulled a couple of roses from
vase, tucking one at her breast
and the other in her hair. Then, for
just second, she paused before her
glass.
The slender figure-the big, serious
eyes-the face, with its tiny network
CT lines about the eyes-could lay no
claim to beauty. There was no bril-
liancy there. A sob strangled under
her breath, but with steady will she
drove it back. "Your word, Barbara
Holton," she whispered, chokingly,
|" twas advancement even unto the
end " Then, little quieter and pa
Ter than usual, she went down rs the
supper bell sounded, and almost be-
fore she knew it, found herself look
ing into the lean, shrewd face and
critical eyes of her brother Hilliard.
His eyes looked her up and down.
"Seedy,' lie commented, laconical-
ly.
"I've been shopping" she explained.
DR.. Holton shrugged. "Why is it,
he frowncd, "a woman must shop as
soon as store comes in sight, wheth-
er it is necessary or not? I left Bah
this morning looking as fresh as a
rose. She came home tonight look
ing like"
With laughing cry she interrupt
ed.
"John, John" she begged, "spare
me! Hilliard has eyes!"
Wh-r-r-r!
The insistent call of the electric
bell pealed through the house, and
Holton glanced through the house,
and Holton glanced at the clock. "The
deuce!" he said, and arose. "Ill
take my dessert this way" he added,
pulling cut cigar "That's Lee, for
a consultation. l didn't realize it was
so late"
AS the door closed after him, Keith
took long, slow sip of wine. "Great
chance, this New York opening" he
! said. "John's in luck.
She nodded. Tts more than luck"
she replied; then, leaning forward,
billiard" she cried, impulsively,
"why did you never marry?"
His eyes narrowed. "The woman I
wanted wouldn't have me-" he drawl-
ed, carele5sly, taking a big. black ci-
gar, and looking at it thoughtfully.
Are you sorry or-glad?"
Glad" he replied mighty glad.
I'm beast. She got a good man"
81 didn't mean that way" she re-
turned, slowly. 81 meant-men out
live such things, do they not? Love
isn't to a man what it is to a woman.
/ wonder if all men do? A woman
oh" She foundered helplessly;
then, with little laugh, reached out
and touched his arm. "Look at me.
billiard" she cried. "I've been hear
ING truths today. Horrid truths! I'm
old-fashioned-a shame to nv hus-
band. l can't talk. I can't mix.
And it's pitifully true. Hilliard,
Johns got to mix if he goes to New
York. It's big university. There's
a great social side. He can't stand
back. His wife's got to mix. He
can. It's in him. She can't. What's
/ the solution? ?"
"The devil" Keith growled. Then
81 say, Bah"
She interrupted. "No," she declar-
ed, 'I'm not being disloyal-for that's
what YOU were about to say. would
he if there were any lar between us.
But in that case I'd not be talking to
YOU, I'd be talking To him " Sbe