Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-01-18

That is, Mrs. Carter ate 1t. Jane
did not. She toyed with a roll and
crumbled 1t with her nervous fingers.
And she did not ever taste the won
derful stew.
"Jane, you're the silliest girl I ever
saw" commented Mrs. Carter, as she
ate the good things provided by their
Italian host with q relish. 81 really
think that, with as good a husband as
you have, Jane, you ought to show a
little s~elf-control and confidence. You
are jealous now, aren't your"
81 am not Jealous" f1ared Jane.
"Only why on earth did Bob tell me
he was coming here when he didn't
intend to at all. He knew I wouldn't
come here-I never would have, If 1t
hadn't been for you. All the time he
intended to have lunch some place
else"
"Of course, what you're thinking,
Jane, Is that he is having lunch some
where else with somebody else, isn't
it?'
"Welh I'd like to know how I car
help thinking that!"
Mrs. Carter lifted the thick little
cup of black coffee to her lips and
then ate her last morsel of cheese.
"When your father and 1 were
young, Jane"
ooh, please don't go and preach
about you and father. OF course, you
never got jealous. But father prob
ably never did a thing like this"
Jane pulled her fur collar about her
neck. 81 suppose that hateful, in
gratiating little man knows I'm mad"
she thought. But the proprietor
bowed with an i%nscrutible smile as
they left the restaurant.
When Jane got home she first de-
cided to make some sandwiches and
leave them, with a pitcher of milk, on
the dining-room table, and then go to
bed with a pretended headache. But
after she had thought the matter over
a little she went to work to prepare a
dinner of unusual excellence.
"Ill just let him know I'm not jeal-
GUS, anyway" thought Jane. "And I'll
never tell him I went to his horrid old
lunch place, either. If that proprietor
don't tell him-but, then, of course, he
won't"
Jane hustled about planning and
cooking dinner. Then she dressed in
a frock that Bob especially liked, and
when he came in was ready to greet
him with more than her usual enthus-
iasm. So intent was she on her effort
not to seem peeved that at first she
did not notice Bob's grouchiness. But
when he sat down opposite her at dim
ner she saw his frown, an unusual
thing with Bob.
"Where did you lunch todayY His
first words were disturbingly direct.
"Why-at the Ivy Lane" lied Jane
quickly.
Bob looked at her keenly. Sudden
appeared to be on the defensive. Bob
had asked her the one question that
she longed to ask him. =
SAT the Ivy Lane, did you? What
timer
"Oo-at one; yes, at one"
"That's mighty strange" said Bob,
and a quick look of distrust came into
his face.
ooh, Bob, don't look at me like
that 1 didn't have lunch there at all.
L"
"Well, then, why did you say you
were going to?"
I'D like to know what right you
have to get cross about where / had
lunch. Where did you have lunch?"
"Why, at the Ivy Lane. l hate those
tea rooms. But you seemed so cut
up about it when l said 1 couldn't
come up that l hustled up there, and
then you weren't there"
Bob" Jane was out of her chair
and around at his side in a moment.
Bob, listen to me. 1 had lunch down
at your grubby little italian place.
Mother and l thought we'd come down
and surprise you-and then you were
not there-and l thought"
"What did you think, Jane?"
"Oh,. L don't know what 1 thought
But l think you're the most wonder
full man alive !"