Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-28
THE
HONEYMOON
HOUSE
By HAZEL DALE


After Neva had departed, Janet
began to review her own short mar
ried life. She had voluntarily given
up a number of uninteresting peo-
pie blessed with an over-amount of
worldly goods for really interesting
people who had nothing but their
| own attractions to recommend them.
Chief among them were Neva Hart,
the model; Karen Mikal, beautiful
! and talented, but with little in the
way of influence, and Keats Barn
ard sufficient unto herself because
she earned moro than a credible
| living wage.
OF these three girls, two had an
nounced their engagements. Two
were just starting out on their beau
tiful adventures, and she, Janet, had
already experienced the keenest of
her joy. The fault with Janet's
| reasoning lay in the fact that she
was too over-wrought with the sor-
| didness of her night accident and
had not been given time to recover
from it and laugh it aside. 1t made
her feel soiled and injured. Janet
l had always felt herself to be free
and Independent. She had felt that
she had it in her to write really
creditable things; she longed to DEM
onstrate to Jarvis that she was a
typical modern woman, Independent
and worthy and 10 and behold, her
beautiful wings of illusion were
spotted with the filth of sordidness!
AS is often the case with young
married people, their path of life
had been made too easy. Janet had
been married from a wealthy fam
lily, and, although she had married
man capable of making but a mod
crate salary, she had had the good
fortune to add to that stipend by
working herself, and her work had
gone well. Jarvis, too, had done
extraordinarily well, and they had
grown to expect luck to haunt them.
Now that misfortune had come to
dwell with them for a time, Janet
wanted to cover up her head and
curl down where she could think
how miserable she was. 1t was just
phase of life, and had Janet been
forced to suffer a little bit more in
her short but happy life, she would
have already learned to be patient
and enduring
Janet heard Jarvis key in the
lock, but she did not raise her head
with a welcoming smile. 1t was not
until she felt Jarvis arms about
her that she looked up, and the
tears were wet on her cheeks as
she met his eyes, honest and filled
with love for her.
DO you still feel so bad?" he
whispered softly.
voice.
But you mustn't dear, besides I
have news for you. 1t will make
you feel better"
Janet did not SOON overanXious
to hear it. Hadn't she already list
ened to two pieces of news that
afternoon, and han't each made
her more miserable in the light of
her own unhappiness?
Jarvis waited a moment, evidently
for the quick eagerness which was
so much a part of Janet, but which
this time failed to put in an appear
ance. But he did not notice it, SIM
ply gathered her closer and said
softly:
"I thought you would be glad to
hear that I have that commission"
Janet started.
Not the one with 'Quips,' she ex-
claimed incredulously.
Jarvis nodded.
why, Jarvis, that will mean
nearly five hundred dollarsu'
"I know it," Jarvis admitted |
quietly, land / think Lowry is go
ing to come across, too. Miss Fiske |
has written me a letter asking me
to call. BY the way, Janet, here's |
a letter for you" And Jarvis drew
a thin blue envelope from his pocket |
and handed it to her.
Janet took it languidly, but
frightened as she saw the inscrip- !
tion in the corner.
"Of course, it's just a rejection |
Slip" she said deprecatingly. But it !
wasn't. AS she drew out the sheet of
blue paper, a long folded check fell |
in her lap.
Jarvis" she said lifting her eyes
to him ecstatically. They've taken
my story?"
Jarvis said nothing, just held her
tight against him, while she de-
voured the short note with eager
eyes.
"One hundred and twenty dol
lars" she said reverently, holding
the slip of paper against her cheek.
And then she looked up into Jar
vis's eyes and found them clouded |
with WEAKNESS but filled with light |
for her joy. Something surged up
all over Janet, warm delicious
feeling, making her feel akin to
every struggling thing in the world.
Dear, I haven't played the game
at ALL" she whispered penitently
against his breast. But I've learn
ed my lesson and I'll never be a |
coward again. Well make The
Honeymoon House really stand for
something, If you'll give me another
chance"
But Jarvis said nothing, Just held |
ish face I'M the twaney sweetness of
her hair.
THE END.