Evening journal., 1919-07-29

I W r'ff 49,
Lively Beach, Wednesday.
Dearest JOan.;
] am feeling rather chastened and
llfeless. Whether il is the physical re-
action from being nearly drowned ia
the surf do not know. or because
am bored with poor Jim Ross who
hangs at my heels like a spaniel or
because ] miss Eris Wallis so awfully
.Or because the Harvard lifeguard
crushes me with highbrOw discuss ons
Of the Infinite. or because the women
here begin to show actual hostility to-
ward me for being, well different in my
methods from their painstakingly-ex-
plotted daughters
Anyhow. dear, I'm out Of sorts. Why
Joan. ! actually overheard myself being
raked over the Goals this morning by
fat woman whose husband has made
million dollars in war supplies Ill
bet they were defective) D and her home
ly daughter who is all dressed up like
plush horse, and nowhere 10 go.
she looks like somebody, I'll ad
init" said ma. "and Narick's a good
sounding name-ain't there a street
NaNAfA NiAdN ~ aNfNN AUl rWAliN NAuNM F
Yes. ] thought so-d0wn town in the
section they call Greenwich Village
terribly old and all that sort OF thing
But Mrs. HaVerton says she's only a
stenographer. ] bet she's out OF a Job
all right No sane woman would let
her husband have anything like that
in his office. Talk about vamping
well. ! don't care If 10 is slang. Lii.
it's expressive. still she does interest
the men, I'll say that. YOU know. lii
lie " you did your hair the way she
does, you might
We'll, mother won't. so there And
think you're perfectly horrid ]
wouldn't demean myself to copy her.
The girls all hate her Her methods are
PERFECTLY crude-making believe TO get
taught in the undertOw and all that
NhN it's cheap, that's what 70 is"
There was more Of the same sort,
oan, but ] moved away out OF earshot. !
{ depressed me. For ! swear TO YOU. /
riend Of my heart that ] have done |
.olhng insncere and nothing cheap. |
frankly admit ! am husband-hunting /,
ust as all the rest Of these girls are. /
iut ! have brought to bear two things |
hey have not: First, the slored-up in
tincls Of years and years which have
eretofore been ihwarted in me for lack
= clothes ard money and a chance TO
ppear at my best Second, the intelli-
ence and knowledge OF men that my
business experience has given me.
7 have put my resources carefully
ogether that's all. while these other
urls not only haven't as many re-
ources as I have, but have frittered
hem awav in the constant round OF so
ial life they are used TO summer and
winter.
Later and with much excitement:
What do you suppose has happened,
Jan darling BY the noon mail a let
nr from Captain Wallis:
Dear WOnder-Lady." 10 begins: THE
flair with that publisher which tore
he so uncerem0niously from Lvelyl
each, has developed into a real thriller
ne fellow holds out a gold mine in
ne hand and an impossible condition
'ith the other. lie will pay me enough
lcre 10 keep me and Ardelle for a
ear II never told you about Ardclle.
ID my little French terrier born
lree miles from the nrng line Of
urcq) IL ! will turn In the novelette,
yo weeks from tomorrow.
"Of course. 10 is impossible. No one
no super-human lighlnlng-nngered. ,
cool-headed slenographer q
no could take my dlcisNon. correcting .
ld smoothing as she went along so Z
lat ! need not rehash il, could bring
he miracle 10 pass
"0f course. know one. She has red .
air. too which signifies character.
nd calm gray eyes. And pretty clothes.
nd she is tremendously easy TO look /
i. And comfortable TO have around.
ut she is at Lively Beach. And she
ould be too prim and conservative to !
)me and lend hand 90 a struggling
lthor rustlcating n his absent friends
lngalow away or in the silent woods
north Jersey.
There is TO be sure. a dr0wsy old
IN Just down the road and round
le bend st The edge OF The river.
here nice giri could stop nights. But
have this happen would be too good
be true so have ronOunged hone ,