New Britain herald., 1919-08-29
SilVersand Lake. the 14th.

Silversand Lake. the 14th.
 Of course, Joan. when girl is stricken with jealousy-and most of us get a dose of it sooner or later she can keep still and eat her heart out or she can do something about it. My jealousy of Anita Corley is legitimate. Her motives are insin- Cere, mine sincere. She is simply a hunter of men. l am a woman ca pablo of deep love, whose business is love, marriage, motherhood and homemalIing, and who is earnestly trying to find her mate. You know, dear that this is the truth.
 While I have never quite been able to understand Captain Nallis I have a feeling deep in my heart that he does care for me. Perhaps not in that frank way Jim Ross does, for Jimmie is a boy and Erie is deep in his thirties-the age when a man is at his best but not his "easiest." Like his sturdy body, his spirit, too, has strengthened and is not easy to in fuence.
 His mind is engrossed in writing. He has grown into the habit of living
 
 he has avoided marriage because no attra ctiVe woman has led him into ii.
 You know, Joan dearest, it IS woman's job to do that, no matter what prudes may say Women are better judges of the right man to marry than men are of the right woman. It is natural, for love and marriage are Woman's realm.
 Now. there is just one sure way to fight this Corley girls claim to Eric Wallis and at the same time prove his feeling for me one way or the other. l must appear to be interested in someone else. If a man thinks he is losing you he will leave everything and try to get you back. That is if he really cares. If I can get inter- ested in someone else, then Eric is not MY MAN. We shall see what We shall see.
 Opportunity played into my hands this evening when I stumbled upon dear old Tom Benedict looking as worried as a WallhoWer at her first party.
 ''Well! Has it been deserted by it's booful lady?' I sympathized,, taking the porch rocker by his side.
 I'd like to know what the devil it is about that novelist chap that gets all you girls so fascinatedn' grouched l, Tom.
 oh -oh-so it's jealous, is it?' ".
 "Call- it what you like. I call it puzzled"
 Listen, Tom. I'm torn with jealousy, too" l
 He turned square around and | studied me soberly
 'T-I was afraid you cared" said l Tom kindly. Say, Dolly, I do wish to the Lord l could help you. We've always been such good pals. I'd like , to be a real friend to you, Dolly"
 Maybe you can be. Listen, Tom; begin by telling me how much you feel for Anita Corley."
 He looked away, studying his pipe and pressing the hot tobacco down l with his thumb.
 ''She-she fascinates me a little. There is soN of magnet about a girl like that. Shes like drink, or ] drug. You take it to see what it'll 10 10 you. You know it'll hurt you, but you wonder just how-and how much.'
 ''1ou've been hurt enough as it is, Tom." l said softly. 'Td be sick at heart to see you drawn into more un- happiness. I'd like to shut her mp, away from you, so she could do you no harm.'
 ''Thats the trouble, child She | stands for intrigue already-the for bidden. the wrong, the dangerous. | That's her attraction. There's one 1 thing, though. that'd fix me- He l smiled in his kind, frank way.
 And that is?''
 "A scent can always he destroNcd,' 1 he grinncd, "hy drawing a herring 1 across the trail"
 "TOm--' I rose and pulled him out of his chair. 'It's August and it's 1 m moonlight and it's heavenly down