Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1920-01-17
MOONLIGHT AND MON EY.
1y Marion Rubincam.
\ PRIVATE EXHIBIT.
Chapter KID.

Where was she drifting, Louise wonder
cd? She had been three weeks in her little
studio apartment, and in that time she
had met every other inhahItant OF the
building, and had been interrupted several
times day, by one or the other of them
running in and out.
She had been included In any num-
her of parties. she had dined out IN so-
ciahle Clutch Treat" style with groups
of the young men and women. She had
been dazzied nv their display OF learning
and puzzled by their crlriously irrespon-
sihle point of view on life. Some OF them
she liked. some she dislikcd without be-
ing able to explain why.
The semi Bohemian art world. at least,
this special phase of it was something
entirely new to her, and though she did
not suspect it, it was really doing her
good. At least it was making her more
self reliant.
But cvery time the phone rang and
evcrytime she found a letter in her box,
she hoped that somehow, IN some way, It
would be from Harry. Yet, she had not
written him. because the task Of so doing
WAS too painful.
One day the phone rang and Murray
Buffers voice greeted her checrly.
There's private exhibit of paint
ings on this afternoon" he said "Will
YOU go2'
I'D love to-" Louise assured him.
't'll Ee around Mt three. he said. These
exhibits won't do YOU much practical
good, it's what is called high brow art,
but It will increase your general apprecia-
ton Besides which. everybody goes to
them, and you u have large acquaintance
If YOU want to be successful
At three he appeared with a taxi.
Il ]. fsI
and 10 the gallery where the exhibit
WAS being held
I've a letter from your father he
told her as they started of. He says he IS
worried over this business venture OF
yours and I'm to keep a specially watchtul
eyc@ on YOU
That will bc lovely" Louise smiled
nesting her chm down into n perfectly
new and expensive set of furs Butler
noticed them at once.
y ou re a creature of contradictions,
LOUISE he remarked you close up
vour dad s house because il costs too much
to run il and settle Yourself III n cheap
apartment and cook Your own meals in
ordcr "a save money, and YOU work when
Won don't have to-then YOU 60 out and
spend several hundred on a lot Of furs.
For answer Louise laughed.
y on re mixture Of womanly strength
of character and feminine weakness. nc
went on No wonder your father wrote
me that ID better appoint myself guardian
in his absence
"They'rc nice weakness, these fox
furs. Louise said demurev
THEY'RE exceedingly becoming But-
Ter said after they had paid tho taxi and
started into tho gallery. "Nou know |
wish you'd either makeup with Your
husband or break with him for good. !
cant prevent 3 lot Of these susceptible
young chaps from being attracted 20 you
not If Won look as pretty as YOU do to-day
anyway Its all right for me. I'm your
fathers friend and feel as though YOU
were my niece or my daughter, but that
doesn't hold good for some youth Of
twenty five
Louise laughed again She was indeed
hooking very smart and pretty and she
was feeling very we'll that day. The
novelty and excitement Of the new hfe
agreed with her, and she was really 10 |
busy to brood
They walked into the throng of people +
gathered under the soft lights Of the gallery |
and grouped about the pictures on the |
walls
Suddenly Louise turned white and .
Clutched at Buffers arm.
AN Dft 0uts iEt-tSG tSthC tAkN Ohts
she demanded
Butler looked At her in amazement. |
She was staring vide eyed across the room
at two people, who backs toward her,
were discussing painting He saw nothing
but AN unusually fashionable looking wo-
man with mass Of blonde hair under her
little hat, and quick movements Of her
hands as she talked and with her, a young
te low whose profile when he turned his
head, was rather goodlooking, There were
other folks about, but thesr louise had
been staring af-and Louise was already
out Of the room.
He followed puzzled
Have vou seen ghost" he asked
Yes Louise said Let me 60 home I
alone. I'm gong to walk
And Butler slIspecting the answer.
thought it best to let her 60.
Monday Jealousy.