Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-04-09
THE HONEYMOON
HOUSE
BY HAZEL DALE


of the letter from Dick Armstrong to
Karen more seriously If Karen hadn't
taken a hasty departure the minute
Jarvis returned. But before Janet
could see the girl alone, Karen had
crammed the envelope into her pocket
and had run off with a hasty goodby.
And then, besides, something hap
pened that same evening to Janet that
made her forget the affairs of other
people in the absorbing interest of her
own.
For a time after Karen left Janet
was quiet. Jarvis noticed it, and
called to her from the bedroom.
What are you so quiet about,
sweetheart ;this is the time you ought
to be happy. Let's go out somewhere
and celebrate"
Janet loved their joint celebrations
better than anything elese in the
world. Whenever either of them had
particularly good piece of luck, or
made extra money of any kind, it was
signal for celebration which meant
dinner out and an evening spent to-
gether at the theater and sometimes
even a weekend at some sleepy little
place in the country. The first time
that they had gone on a celebration
since their marriage, Janet had spoken
of 1t enthusiastically when she and
Jarvis had had dinner at home one
evening. But the lesson that she had
learned had taught her never to tell
things again unless she could be sure
of the way they would be taken.
Mrs. Carew had thrown back her
aristocratic head and had laughed
merrily.
Janet, you amuse me so much" she
Lad laughed. Imagine having any
fun in going out of town and leaving
comfortable living quarter even If it
is up a mile of frightful stairs and be-
In co. I.
thing"
But it is fun" Janet had protested.
IT'S the kind of fun we like
And then she had met Jarvis's eyes
and they were tender with memories.
They made her forget everything else
for the time being, but she never spoke
of their good times again.
"Oh, celebration, Jarvis" she eX-
claimed enthusiastically. What are
we going to do?"
! We'll, first, We'll go to dinner, and
then we'l do anything we happen TO
want to. Don't plan for anything till
| the time comes"
This suggestion Immediately claim
ed Janet's, thoughts to the exclusion of
| everything else and she began to dress
for the evening hurriedly, determined
to look as stunning" as possible. Be-
fore Janet had been married she lad
taken her looks more as a matter of
/
everything was changed. The thought
that Jarvis. noticed any attention paid
| to her, made her more conscious of
how she looked. She cared about look
ing well for Jarvis and being noticed
| by other men when she belonged TO
just one, more than she ever had when
she could pick and choose. <,...
The restaurant where they went was
a place they often frequented. 1t
lacked the formality of most places,
! but there was pleasant hum of good
fellowship and a memory of the same
faces seen time and again, that spoke
we'll for the place; people went there
to eat good food, rather than to be
seen and admired.
When they were seated at the table
and Jarvis had ordered dinner, Janet
leaned forward quickly and whispered:
Don't look now, Jarvis, but there
is man two tables from here on your
right who keeps staring and staring.
Perhaps you know him, he is very
good looking"
why" said Jarvis, flushing a little
as he surreptitiously stole a glance be-
hind him and bowed cordially. IT'S
| the fellow / met this afternoon. You
must meet him. I'll go over and get
him."
But there was no need of that, for
the man had quickly risen and was
tnow coming over to them. He was a
man of about forty with n we'll groom
cd appearance rather than a hand
some face. He was dressed well, and
| looked prosperous, and he acknowl-
edged the introduction to Janet with
a rather overdone bow. Janet, who
very quickly estimated people, decided
! that he was a little bit too eager to
please but he sat down at their table
and began to talk so Interestingly that
she quite forgot the slightly unpleas-
ant feeling that he had created.
"Mr. More says that you are on The
Children's Hour he said to Janet.
Eyes. / have a department for about
a month now." Janet returned eagerly.
And she sketched briefly her work and
Eer hours. "Of course ! am virtually
still with The Chronicle" she finished,
''but / am getting more money than
] my position down there warrants. It's
a temporary arrangement while one
of the editors is away"
Your husband is doing some
sketches of Miss Alden" the man went
on. "I like Eis work very well, per-
haps we could arrange for something
for our magazine. 1t would be rather
nice if you and he could collaborate,
Mrs. More"
"Oh, Jarvis. how splendid" breath
ed Janet, turning toward him. Praise
from you Mr.. Lowry, means a great
deal" And then she stopped. for Jar
Wis looked unresponsive. Janet felt
happened to make Jarvis look like that
when only short time ago he had
been so anxious to have her meet this
stranger"
To Be Continued