Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1917-12-13
Margaret CARROTS
Husband
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By JANE PHELPS
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ROBERT rs ANNOYED AT MRS.
BALDWIN.
Chapter LXXXIT.

ODAI IEb IAAAll.
Robert came in whistling the next
afternoon, his first question being anent
Donald's condition.
"You seem very gay; something spec
ial happened7" I asked.
"No, nothing particular. Miss Riggs
novel is humdinger. am sure it will
be gol She says the house l sold her
has been an inspiration to her ever
since she bought it. Gratifying ism t it,
especially as 1 made a good thing out
of it..
The idea of house being an inspir-
ationl such silly talk, l returned.
"Oh, [ don't know that it is silIyi
people who write are very apt to be af-
fected by their surroundings. 1t is very
quiet and soothing down there. She is
some distance from the roadway, and so
does not hear the traffic noises. "
Well | do hope you II stay at home
now with me. l hired nurse girl to-
day."
"That's goodl now / hope you will be
able to take little rest and recreation.
The rest first, though, you look as if
you needed it,"
g l suppose | do look tagged out be-
side those idle friends of yours who
have nothing to do but scrawl things
on paper.
~ don It know. An author or writer
of any kind, man OF woman who ism It
an indefatigable worker. Why, I know
writers who work ON an average twelve
or fourteen hours a day."
HWritino ism y work. i+;s aas1,
enough to sit before desk and pretend
to be working"
Try it and see! happen to be talk
ing of successful people; men and wom-
en- whose earnings far exceed the earn
ings of ordinary man. And this is a.
commercial age, Margaret. People do
not pay for worthless stuff"
81 have no desire to waste my
time, = | retorted. Then, "Why didn t
YOU tell me you had luncheon with that
Chicago woman at the Castor9"
How did you know / lunched at
the Castor, and how did you know who
It was with me2''
"Mrs. Baldwin told me her husband
saw you with a blonde woman.
81 have no recollection of speaking
IF any blonde Chicago woman
1 saw that l had made a blunder in
the woman s eoloring, but
could not admit it without exposing
ny espionage; so / replied:
"Don't you remember I asked you
what she looked like, and you told me
The was blonde.
"No, do not recall it; but there
ire many blonde women in New YORK, I
vhy should you think it was Miss
)everoux4"
"oh, I don't know, but was it,"
eyes"
"Why didn t you tell me :. y 1 asked +
gain, sit isn't pleasant to have an
'ther woman tell me what my husband
S DOING
"She is in big business
"She is my friend and thought she
vas doing me favor"
"All right"
But l let her see very plainly that
was not jealous, that 1 knew you low
d me, and would do nothing wrong
ven if you did do things of which l A
isapprOved.
/" You two females had fine time
iseussing me, din t you7'f he asked
ood-naturedly. tDid you also haul Joe
Baldwin over the eoals;n
81 am so sorry for Mrs. Baldwin, -
answered, then told him in detail all
he had said about Mr.. Baldwin, en-
his unfaithfulness and her
orrow,
~ don't believe he's as bad as
hat Bob said, and he seemed to be
while talked. Women
re apt to exaggerate.
"But am sure she didn II she is
DING all she can to win him hack. .
Better have been different, then
erhaps he wouldn t have got away
At dinner Bob remarked in the care
ass manner he always ASSUMED when he I
ad something disagreeable to impart:
81 shall have to go to Chicago to-
lorrow.''
'soh, Bobi please don't goi'' and
" eyes filled. sIt's that old book
usiness suppose" I