Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-05-08
CHAPTER xlV-Continued.

ence most or these people do, ne re- torted, "I'd take measures to be broke as soon as possible"
 "You're awful !" Hazel commented. Bill snorted again.
 Tomorrow, you advise our hostess that we're travelling" he instructed. "When we come back we'll make head quarters at hotel until we locate a place of our own-if you are sure you want to winter here."
 Her mind was quite made up to spend the winter there, and she frank ly said so-provided he had no other choice. They had to winter some where.
 "Oh, yes, I suppose so. All right; we'll winter here," Bill acquiesced. 'That's settled"
 And, as was his habit when he had come to a similar conclusion. he re fused to talk further on that subject but fell to speculating idly on New York. In which he was presently aided and abetted by Hazel who had never invaded Manhattan, nor, for that matter, any of the big Atlantic cities.
 New York, she was constrained to admit, rather overwhelmed her. She traversed Broadway and other world known arteries, and felt a trif1e dub1- ous amid the unceasing crush. Blii pilOted her to famous cafes, ana 10 equally famous theaterS. She mace sundry purchases in magnificent shops. The huge conglomeration of sights and sounds made an unforgettable im- hn the colossal magnitude of it all. But she felt distinct wave of relief when they were Granville bound once more.
 Tn week they were settled con- fortably in domicile of their own five rooms in an up-to-date apartment house. And since the social demands on Mrs. William Wagstaff's time grew apace capable maid and cook were added to the Wagstaff establishment. Thus she was relieved of the onus of housework Her time was wholly her own, at her own disposal or BilPs, as she elected.
 But by irdperceptible degrees they came to take diverse roads in the swirl of life which had caught them up. There were so many little woman af- fairs where a man was superf1uous. There were others which Bill flntly re- fused to attend. "Hen parties," he dubbed them. More and more he re- mained at home with his books.
 Sometimes Hazel caught herself wondering if they were getting as much out of the holiday as they should have gotten, as they had planned to get when they were struggling through that interminable winter. She was. But not Bill. If she ventured to give a tea, he fled the house as if from the plague. He made acquaintances of his own, men from God only knew where, individuals who occasionally filled the dainty apartment with malodorous to- bacco fumes, and who would cheer fully sit up all night discoursing ear nestly on any subject under the sun. But so long as Bill found Granville habitable she did not mind.
 1, She wished fervently that Bill would take up some business that would keep him in touch with civilization. He had the capital, she considered, and there was no question of his ability. Her
 
 ever he set about was strong Other men, less gifted, had acquired wealth, power, even a measure of fame, from a less suspicious beginning. Why not her
 But she could never quite bring her self to put 1t In so many words to Bill.
 
 U,ha o~11o <1f xuaalyc hrot1obf tba,,, </x January. They had dropped Into some thing of a routine in their daily lives. Bills interest and participation in so- cial affairs became negligible. When he was not absorbed in a book or magazine, he spent his time in some downtown haunt, having acquired membership in club as concession to their manner of life. Once he came home with flushed face and overbright eyes, radiattng an odor of whisky. Hazel had never seen him drink to ex- cess. She was correspondingly shocked. and took no pains to hide her feelings. But Bill was blandly undis- turbed.
 You don't need to look so horri- fed," he drAwled. "Im going straight to bed, little person. Scold not, nor fret. William will be himself again ere yet the morrow's sun shall clear the horizon. Let us avoid recrimina. ton. Good night"
 A week or 80 later he became sud denly and unexpectedly active. He left the house as soon as his break fast was eaten, and he did not come home to funcheon--a circumstance