The Washington times., 1918-09-05
By Ann Lisle.

by AIlu LlSle.
CHAPTER XVI.
Copyright, 1918, by King Features
Syndicate, Inc.)
7 DON'T know what it was
friendly and fine. as Tom Ma
sons handclasp seemed to be
that impelled me to Insist that
I must return to the Walgrave at
once.
managed to do 1t so casually
that he took no offense at my sud
den haste and insisted on escort
ing me on my homeward journey.
And he remained jolly and friendly
even when l asked for the refusal
of his apartment for a day or two.
I'D like to talk it over with
JIM" l confessed.
He smiled in big brotherly FASH
ION:
mice little old-fashionsd wife.
or course you shall talk it over
with Jim"
Then still with courteous and i'm
personal friendiness. he took me
to the desk and waited while l got
my key. The clerk handed me a
sealed hotel envelope.
Captain Winston has telsphoned
twice and wished you to call the
Army and Navy club as soon as you
came in" he said. with something
very like a leer. Then he added,
''Your friends are not letting you
miss the lieutenant too mach, are
they?"
Perhaps he was only over anxious
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courtesy But his offhiousness
brought home to me very poignant
ly the fact that did moi want to
live in a glittering big hStel day
longer than l must
As soon as / got to ny room I
called Captain Winston and found
he was giving a dinner for some
Officers and their wives that even
and wanted Jim and me = come. I
could not bear the thought OF seeing |
happy married folk togetker-while
my boy was already lng hours
away-and planning to go still fur
ther from me. And I blirted out
the truth.
you poor little lonely laly! The
dinner is off positively, Ny
friends are all a sporting lot No
sWank to 'em. They'll lie. me give
the party another night and COM
fort the bride tonight. Not a
word, Mrs. Jimmie Husb3nd's mat
ey looks after the little lady to-
night"
A Wonderful Ned.
And he did. He had a beautiful
time. A delicious dinner'seasoned
with wonderful tales OF my boys
days in the Royal Flying Corps
Never had felt closer to Jim To
Capt. Terry Winston I WIS not 4
woman to admire, but a lister to
all the win OF his
sacred. He made me I'M
derstand the glorious urgi that
sweeps the flying man TO his con-
fllcts above the clouds. l felt in
tune with Jim's desire to go barll
TO Franco was recOnciled TO my
sacrifice. That dinner with Cap
tain Winston on the roof OF the
gave me a vision OF
what a soldiers wife must be. / i,
He told me OF the new chivalry
OF womanhood the war was calling
to life. Captain Winston spoke rev.
erently of all womanhood, and then
there came one woman's name.
you've seen the scar on Mrs.
Bryce's hand. That woman drove
her car down a road the Huns were
sheIling-shrapnel got her when
she was helping poor Tommy into
her ambulance"
He stopped speaking abruptly. I
couldn't tell whether the reserve OF
The Britisher had put a period to
MS "reminiscences or IL the emotions
Of remembering what he had known
we're too great-or If he had sud-
ienly realized that he was speaking
II Jim Harrison's wife.
What was my husbands relation
10 the beautiful woman who had
ltaked her life in the same struggle
hat had called my boy over
seas?
For a second Captain WinF'"n
had lifted the curtain. ~"
With an air OF reserve. he dropped
L again.
We had an evening of biG-im- |