The Pulaskian., 1916-01-28
JACK HAS HIS WAY
By LOUISE oLlv -...


 about a wedding! like that!"
 .It's such-such horrid idea. I'd rather not get married at all than have it the way you say. All my life I've dreamed of a white satin dress, and veil, fluffy bridesmaids and millions of roses
 And all my life I've had horror of marching through crowd of people, wearing white gloves and flower in my buttonhole, and learning to keep step to that internal Lohengrin' music "
 You don't have to" eagerly. The groom doesn't have to march in.'
 Don't, Lura, dear. It makes me shiver even to talk about it. Think of having to stand on exhibition for an hour afterward while a crowd of peo- ple you never saw before in your life weep over your shirt front, or fall on your neck and kiss you! When all want on earth is you, Lura, why should have to have the whole town around?"
 Lura got up and faced him angrily. q think you are hateful, horrid man, Jack Havens! If you aren't will ing to endure little bit of discomfort for my sake you don't care enough for me to marry me-that's all! Heres s your ring! won't wear it an instant longer, Goo-good-night!" Lura rushed out of the room and up the stairs. Then lack heard a door slam some where above.
 The days that followed were lonely, miserable ones for Lura, followed by sleepless nights and hours filled with disturbing dreams.
 After one particularly bad night spent in trying to rescue Jack from cannibals, Lura called him on the phone. Jack, dear, will you come around tonight? I want to talk to you. I'm simply wretched.'
 "Yes, dear! If you hadn't called I'd have come anyway. I've reached my limit, too"
 So the flowers in the moonlit garden witnessed an interesting little scene that evening, and the moonbeams caught the light that flashed again from the diamond on Lura's left hand.
 Dearest" whispered Lura, let's not talk of wedding any more. know 1t makes you wretched to think of it, so I've decided to get married any way you say"
 He caught her to him exultantly. "Then move that we get married this very night. Just we twoi No dress ing and no fuss. Just little walk to the preachers and home."
 Lura drew a sharp breath. Then she smiled bravely. All right, Jack, I'll do it. Only you forgot one thing if we go alone, Doctor Luke will won- der about father and mother not be- ing along and he'll want to know all about it. He wouldn't marry me with out their consent.
 Then we'll elope! We can go to Sharon in the car and be married. We can take a weeks honeymoon and let things blow over before we come back. What do you say, girlie?''
 I've already promised"
 The compact was sealed properly. Then as there was little time to lose, Jack departed to arrange for the trip while Lura hurried to her room to do what she could toward her rousseau.
 She had promised to wait in the kitchen. Jack was to leave the car in the alley and come in the back way through the garage.
 Lura groped her way uncertainty in the darkness of the kitchen, intending to watch for Jack from the window. Outside everything was as bright as day in the moonlight.
 But in a shadowy corner near the stove she stumbled over chair, and something heavy that had been on the seat lost it's balance and fell upside down on her feet. It was Nora's pan of dough raising" for the mornings baking Lura sprang back startled, but she was too late. The dough was sticking like chewing gum to her shoes.
 Finally she heard, "St-st!" from the direction of the garage. If it was Jack, why didn't he come to her? It must be cat!
 Keeping in the shadows as we'll as she could, she made her way through the garden.
 'sJacki''
 Here, Lura. I'm caught on an in- fernal nail. l can't move. The cloth won't give Unhook me-will you? If it was only my coat I could slip out. but it's"
 Lura was giggling hysterically but managed to extricate her lover from his uncomfortable position.
 Jack near Lura was happier. Look, dear! can't go in these shoes. got into some dough! And mammals awake, so can't go through the house for others. Do you think you could get me pair out of my cupboard. The russet ones with the low
 Heavens, Lura, Let's get out of here. Where's your bag?"