The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-12-01

she was, how exalted were her ideals Of
life, he might have thought that 1t was
the money that had kept their quasi-en-
gagement In a state Of being. She used
him numerically, and made him contribute
with lavish hand TO all the charities in
which she was interested, but he didn't
mind giving, because he was sure that her
judgment in such matters was much bet
ter than his own and that II Comics chart
ties didn't get his money some one else
would rob him Of it. And besides It was
quite easy to make more. All that he had
to do was to buy few shares Of stock
(any stock in the market seemed to do),
when the rumors that Jessup millions
were being thrown into the breech, the
stock would Immediately rise.
1t was of all these things that Mr.. Jes-
sup thought as he drove along the roads
toward his destination, finally turning in
at a stone gateway arched by an iron
grille which delineated q rampant lion
clutching at a spear. To the weary Jes-
sup this lion had always seemed symbol
zeal, not Of the Masterson crest Of which
II was a part, but Of the world which was
continually embattled-for what?- II
was typical of Connie too, who was always
rampant about something. And now the
European war
But when she greeted him in, the loggia
of the paIatial house which overlooked
the blue sheen of the Sound, he was quite
sure that she was worth all the lecturing
she cared to give him. And this morn
ing, flushed and dewey, from the garden
of perennials in which she had been work
ing, she seemed a compact composed Of
all the beauties and virtues. Her golden
brown hair seemed to be Furnished with
new lustre from the sun and wind, her
color, heightened by her exertlons, the
fragrant evidences OF which filled her
arms, was deeper than that Of the flowers,
more vital, more sparkling, and her eyes,
the color of which had always puzzled
him, now seemed more nearly like that
Of the mid-Atlantic under the trade-winds,
lecked with sunlight, sea green incor-
ruptible," with the mystery of hallowed
depths untouched
so at last you've condescended"- she
flung at him mischievously. The slug
gard at last comes to the ant. Oh, isn't
it a glorious morning, Alan? Please say
it is, because I'm full Of it. Its Joy has
got into the very marrow Of my bones"
"Bully!" said Jessup.
oh, Alan" she said with a shrug.
Cant you feel it?'
She pinched his arm viciously.
You must. You shall. It's part OF
me-.
by George. So are your fingers. Con-
ME-" he smiled, rubbing his arm and max
ing an Intellectual effort to capture her
hand.
Won't you wake up?" she pleaded.
And be happy. tOo?"
I'm never so happy as when"-
Don't say It that way" she broke in
quickly-"more happy, most happy, ex-
quisitely happy, just to be alive and at
peace when the world-over there's so
full OF misery"
There isn't any happiness-without
you, Connie"
There you go again. Negative-always
negative"-
"Tm very positive about that" he
laughed.
But | want you to be happy in spite
OF me, don't you understand? To see you
glow just once with a real enthusiasm
"Oh, ! say, Connie
ITS true-one deep gush Of impulse"--
Impulse, Good Lord"
She looked at him in a moment Of sober