The Washington herald., 1916-05-07
He laughed. not iII-pIoased.

He laughed. not iI-pcaSed.
cav. who cares?" he said.
She fumbling at the plain gold ring
the third finger of her left hand His eyes lighted
up. look Of understanding came into them.
"Oh that's the ticket, ?" he said Mar
ried. are vOu2 Afraid friend husband will turn
up and start something? Well, say-what do YOU
say TO a little spin in my car, ch? Got it right
outSd" We can run around and get appetite
and then stop Somewhere along the road for a
snack. Sure sure come on
Il ~ho"Idu't," faI'rred Mary. But, oh ! do
love 70 npfnr--4"
'Thrn come ~ he said. "III Just shake
this crowd of mine he with YOU before You can
turn around. I'll show Won some speed in that
car Of ninc- some speed Every cops trained
to turn his beck when he me ror,..r."
In a few minutes they were spinning north
through Central Park: it was not long before
Fho salt air from the Sound cooled hor fevcrcd
cheeks, and She began actually TO enjoy IN" wild
rush through the night air. He drove well: the
car was completely nndcr his CONTROL despite the
dizzy speed ar which he drove IT, And he was
too busy ~ talk. even had the roar Of the engine
and the swift rush Of thc air made II possible
for them TO hear one another
They stopped at last when Il was late at 4
road-houSe, whore they had table overlooking
the Sound, where the lights twinhInd. rcd. white
and red again, across the wafer. Few people
were in the place; Clay had chosen it for its
isolation.
"So-you're married. hcvo" he said whom
h" had given the order "WrIl. that's too bad.
Kid TOO bad. Don't get along any too well,
elthPTP
"Oh-Otto'S all right in his wav-hut he
doesn't weigh much," said Mary, ftIpontly. The
trouble with him is he's genius ="
"A geDiuS, huh" said Clay. with great
laugh. "What'S his lne?"
Hes a musician, And he's some voIinist,
II I do say il! He writes music, too. That's the
trouble. He's always thinking about that, when
he ought TO br thinking about me ="
She looked at him provocatvely, and once
more he reached for her hand. But once more it
eIuded him.
He plays all the time she complained.
Morning' noon and night whenever he's home!
Says he's got to work out the themes for the
symphony he's writing. that's going ~ make him
famous. That's all right you knoyv-hut it gets
tiresome after awhiIe,'
"Sure-oh. sure" said Clay Say. kid
why don't you shake him? A nice little girl like
you oughtn't TO be tied mp to a dub like that"
"Oh, YOU don't know him." said Mary fright
ened. He'd kill me! You never such a
jealous man in your life. He's too busy with his
music to bother with me-but if any other man
looks at me-whew!"
"Gee-what's he expect?" asked Clay. "The
poor sucker"
He expects a lot" said Mary "why, the
other day met fellow in the street I used to
60 to school with-and of course 1 stopped to
talk with him Why not?'
Il should say you would! :"
Well, Otto came along, and my but you
should have seen the way he cut up. He
perfectly wild. He pushed my friend away, and
dragged me home He said I was driving him
mad-that was driving all his inspiration away!
What are you going to do with a like that?"
Forget him." said Clay Say, it's a good
thing you met me! If Otto ever stacks up against
me he'll wonder whether he got gay with Jess
Willard or the Singer Building fell down on him
We're going to be pals, you and I :"
You're awfully sure, aren't yOu?" said Mary,
temptingly How do you know I like you so
much?"
II know" he told her, chuckling. "Say,
where's little Otto tonight?"
"Playins with his orchestra-there was a
concert" said Mary. That's why I'm out. Oh