The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1916-06-11

He laughed, not ill-peased
Jaw, who cares?" he said.
She fumbling at the plain gold ring on
the third finger of her left hand His eyes lighted
up. look of understanding came into them.
"Oh-that's the ticket, eh?" he said. Mar
ried, you? Afraid friend husband will turn
up and start something? Well, say-vvhat do you
say to a little spin in my car. eh? Got it right
outside-we can run around and get appetite
and then stop somewhere along the road for
snacki Sure-sure-come on ~
II shouldn't" faltered Mary "But, oh I do
love to motor"
Then I" he said. "I1l Just shake
this crowd of mine-be with you before you
turn around. I'll show you some speed in that
new car of mine-some speed. Every cops trained
to turn his back when he coming"
In few minutes they were spinning north
through Central Park: II was not long before
the salt air from the Sound cooled her fevered
cheeks and she began actually to enjoy the wild
rush through the night air. He drove well the
completely under his control, despite the
dizzy speed at which he drove 1t. And-he was
too busy to talk had the roar of the engine
and the swift rush of the air made 1t possible
for them to hear one another.
They stopped at last, when it was late, at a
road-house, where they had able overlooking
the Sound, where the lights twinkled, red, white,
and red again, across the water. Few people
were in the place; Clay had chosen it for its
isolation
"so-youre married, hey?" he said when
he had given the order Well that's too bad.
kid, too bad. Don't get along any too well,
SliheEf
"Oh-Otto's all right, In his way-but he
doesn't weigh much! !" said Mary, fippantly 1.-THE
trouble with him is he's a genus"
"A genius, huh 7" said Clay, with a great
laugh whats his line?"
He's muscian And he's some violinist,
II do say 1t! He writes music, too. That's the
trouble. He's always thinking about that, when
he ought to be thinking about met"
She looked at him provocativey, and once
more he reached for her hand. But moro 1t
eluded him.
"He plays all the time !" she complained
Morning and night-whenever he's home
Says he's got to work out the themes for the
symphony he's writing, that's going to make him
famous That's all right, you know-but it gets
tresome after awhile!"
"Sure-oh, surei" said Clay. "Say, kid
why don't you shake him? nice little girl like
you oughtnt to be tied up TO dub like thati"
"Oh. You don't know him ~ said Mary fright
ened. He'd kill me! You never saw such a
Jealous man in your life. He's too busy with his
music to bother with me-but If any other
looks at me hew!"
~. 'Gee-whats he expect?" asked Clay 'The
poor sucker"
"He expects lot" said Mary. "why the
other day l met a fellow in the street used to
90 to school with--and OF course l stopped to
talk with him, Why not?"
II should say you would"
We'll, Otto came along. and my but you
should have the way he cut up He
perfectly wild He pushed my friend away, and
dragged home He said I was driving him
What are you going to do with man like that?"
Forget him." said Clay. Say, it's good
thing you met me, If Otto 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 y
You're awfully sure. aren't you?" said Mary,
temptngly. How do you know like you
much?"
II know" he told her, chuckling. "Say,
where's little Otto tonight?"
Playing with his orchestra-there q
concert" said Mary. that's why I'm out. Oh