Omaha daily bee., 1919-06-13

Miss. Brownies words and manner
since that time.
Little Mrs. Durkee laughed me-
chanically evidently determining to
do her duty as hostess to her boys
friends. l echoed her laugh, because
Of the cowardly fear which every
wife knows-that Disappearing ST
! lence upon her part toward woman
whom her husband adnires may be
construed :, as. jealousy-and the
Fairfax girls also laughed-I. sus-
pected strongly-for a similar rea-
son..
Alfred Durkee's laugh, on the con-
trary, was genuine and hearty. /
was afraid he was in the state when
any witticism upon Miss Browns
part, no matter how crude, seemed
the cue for nirth. q -
A Familiar Name 1
- We have more cabarets to the
square mile than any other rural
section in the country" he boosted
extravagantly.
Name some of them" Miss
Brown commanded, doubt in her
voice and face 4. U;
Alfred obedient1y ran over the list
Of the cafes in the neighboring viii
lagos along the automobile thor
oughfares which stretch from New
York City through Long Island.
"Ihe Sand Pile?" Rita Brown in
terrurted eagerly, repeating a name
which / recognized as that of cafe
Of which I had heard vaguely as
rather rapid resort" to quote the
language of the woman speaking OF
it, but which / had never seen.
That's the one I've been trying to
think of ever since I've been here.
They say it's awfully good fun. Is
it very far from here so far mean
that we couldn't 60 and get back
the same night comfortably by
motor?" $ y..,
She was all animation and sparkle,
as she looked up into. Alfred Dur
KEGS face. Unless one looked care
fully at the Blue shadows under her
eyes, the thinnes of her hands and
body, one would not have known
that she had only just recovered
from most dangerous illness, was,
in fact, far from strong.
why, surely, we could 60 easily
enoughp Alfred Durkee returned
slowly. Its aless, than FIVE miles
from here. But Rita, ought you
try such an expedition? You are
surely not strong enough for any
thing like that
Dicky Interrupts !
"Oil, pif1ep the girl rejoined
rudely. although she took the edge
off her. discourtesy with a brilliant
smile. "Pm getting stronger every
minute, but I'm positively dying for
cabaret evening or something
doing. Just think, it's been weeks
since I've done anything save sit
on cushion and"
"Nc. Rita" SDicky interrupted
firmly. Don't finish that. I'm sure
you never seWed fine seam or any
other kind in your life. You're too
lazy. Fed on Strawberries sugar
and cream? Yes, that would fit
you"
"Alf-p1ease murder him quietly
so the neighbors won't know" Rita
pleaded plaintively. "And then prom
Use me you'll take me to the Sand
Pie"
well all go. of course, won't
WEI? Alfred Durkee looked ap-
pealingly at his mother. you'll
come along won't you, mother?
And you, Madge?"
'No' step does me wife stir
without me-. declared Dicky
stout.y. The Sand Pile may be
all right for our exotic friend, Miss
Brown, but it amt no place for a
respectable young married woman
unless her husbands along"
His doleful1y determined face and
voice were greeted with shouts of
laughter. But / had a shrewd sus-
picion that underneath. mask OF
nonsense my husband meant pre-
cisely what he had said
Continued Tomorrow.)
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