Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-18
THE
HONEYMOON
HOUSE
By HAZEL DALE


Karen Mikal up in her tiny room
after her stormy interview with Dick
stood staring at herself in the mir
ror of her bureau. She felt some
how cheapened, humiliated; she Won
dered what there was about her to
make Dick treat her as he had =
Furiously she tore at the buttons of
the new crepe waist. She would put
on her plain little blue one and go
to school as she should have done
in the first place. She had planned
to stay away after reading Dicks in
vitation, but she had known even
then that it wasn't fair to Dicks
brother.
clothes Karen felt more like her
self, and she realized for the first
time that she had had no dinner and
that she was hungry. She must stop
in somewhere and have a sandwich
before she went to school, and TAX
ing up her gloves and her small
purse, she turned out the gas and
slowly went downstairs. The bell
rang as she reached the lower hall
and startled her for a moment Then
she opened it quickly and faced John
Armstrong standing on the small
stone stoop.
"Well," he said genially, "I caught
sou after all, didn't I? Are you
going out. May 1 walk along with
you?"
''I was going to stop for sand
wich somewhere" Karen said smil-
ing little. John Armstrong was
so strong, and so trustworthy, she
always felt safe and secure with him.
Haven't you had your dinner.
Well, neither have 1? Suppose VIC
go and have some together some
where. have something to tell you"
20, is it about the manuscript ?"
Karen questioned anxiously.
NAT exactly; it's something about
you. I heard it just this afternoon,
and I knew that you would be
thrilled to pieces, so l hurried right
over to tell you. But first tell me,
where shall we have dinner?"
I'm not dressed" Karen protest
ed.
Nonsense, we'll go somewhere,
where your clothes won't be noticed.
What are you going to do this evcn-
ming, anything in particular"
''I was going to school"
"To school, well l guess you can
CUT II OuI lO-lllEIls VIC IL pay
''hookey," together, how's that? We
used to call it that when 1 was a
kid"
"But if you were going somewhere
else" Karen began.
81 wasn't going anywhere I wanted
to go, you can be sure of that; a
stupid affair where I'll never be miss
ed. Besides you'll find that you need
me after you've heard my news"
xya and ton n
tional not to respond to treatment
like this. Her pale cheeks began to
burn hotly, and her eyes to sparkle.
She wanted to fall at John Arm
strong's feet and tell him what this
coming of his meant to her.
They went to a quiet little res
taurant downtown where ensconced
behind corner table Karen forgot
to be self conscious. She watched
John Armstrong as he ordered the
dinner. The curve of his strong
mouth beneath his pointed beard, the
little wrinkles at the corner of his
kind eyes that always looked little
tired unless he was smiling.
The loose carelessness of his figure.
Dick had that same little trick of
squaring his shoulders and throwing
back his head, and with tho thought
Karen forgot everything in a sudden
wave VI pdlll. DlCh Hdu nSNSI Dceli
kind to her, and yet it was Dick she
cared about. Dick had been insolent
in his treatment, his last tones were
always Indifferent, and yet the mem
ory of his voice brought her pain.
Dicks blue eyes were hot with a
feeling that made her shrink and
yet filled her with quick response.
In nutshell Dick was altogether un-
worthy, and yet she loved him, while
his brother was everything that a
woman could possibly desire, and yet
she could never feel anything for
him but friendship.
We'll, young lady, are you ready
for the menu?"
20, yes," Karen responded, shak-
ing off her reverie. please tell me
what it is, need to hear something
nice tonight"
Whats that? You're not unhappy
about anything, are you?"
mo, no, just a little blue, that's
ALL" she protested.
"Well, what would you say to CIV
ing up night school?"
But l haven't learned stenogra-
ply well enough yet"
"Well enough to suit me, you won't
need to get up any speed, you're not
know"
"But thought I was, for the pres.
ent," Karen ventured.
John Armstrong laughed. 81
thought so too when first suggested
it, but what would you say to &
small but very good part in a play
to be produced soon. Why child
what makes you so white. you're not
going to faint, are you?"