The Washington times., 1920-12-19
Continusd from, Last Sunday
CHAPTER XIX. (Cont'd).

IN HAnniAULo ndVo way VI
M letting In the cold light OF
~vA realism even on the most
incredibly romantic yesterdays. But
the following morning. which broke
warm and brilliant. still bore the
magical light that shines only upon
happiness. To each of the young
women the day was like the, glork
Gus beginning OF eternity. because
they felt with their souls rather
than with their senses. But In each
OF them q certain impotence was
discernible. They slipped their cot
fee in their kimonos and were de-
liciously aware of the meaning OF
Paradise. Nevertheless, Adela was
wondering whether her letter had
reached its destination or how far
IL was on its way and how soon she
might hope for a reply. For thai:
Anthony would reply she had n'a
doubt whatever, In spite Of the hIl-
mility she had expressed.
Clarice, with growing impatierice,
was waiting for word from Douglas.
She kept furtively consulting her
watch. BY ten o'clock Douglas tel
ephoned that he would be their, In
twenty minutes.
Goodness gracious!" cried A della
in alarm and rushed maday through
her toilet. Clarice followed suit
with more painstaking calss but
with an equal accompaniment OF
furry.
I am going out" announced
Adela, putting on her hat. II shan't
be back till late this afternoon.
Then we can talk over plsg,s." and
hastily kissed the bride.
wait a moment. child! protest
ed Clarice. THAT isn't at all neces-
sary. Let's arrange" hut Adela.
laughing, had fled the room and
flew like a whirlwind down the
stairs.
Douglas appeared two minutes
later. Speech between tbbem seemed
the most obvious inutiMty, . poor
and proftless device Of the human
race for purely prosatc purposes.
They had a form Of communication
so vastly superior that It was long
before Clarice, with her head In the
crook Of his arm and looking up
into his eyes, finally whispered:
what did your mother sayT"
Douglas did not answer.
"What did she sayT' persisted
Clarice, twisting her fingers In his
hair
"Oh, she hit the ceiling" an
swered Douglas. smiling ruefully.
Clarice WINGED.
"What did the ceiling do to herr
she retorted. Then they both broke
into tense, nervous laughter.
"You see mother has q weak
heart" he explained. "She took to
her bed right away-Lord! What
a night! The Notwithstanding
salts-tears. Thank Goodness had
sense enough to marry you first
and tell her afterward." His face
was troubled and Clarice now per-
ceived that he had rings OF fatigue
under his eyes. She put her arm
about his neck.
Gust why does she hate me SOL"
demanded Clarice with passionate
protest.
ooh, it isn't YOU darling-it isn't
you she hates
"Just the idea Of, your being mar
riad?"
"Well-yes-and no." he STAN
mered, reddening
"Out with it, .Dougsie.' she com.
manded with clear-voiced firmness,
1T will have to- come out" She
was more like her everyday self
now.
I'm ASHAMED to tell you." he
murmured.
"But you've got to, Dougsie," she
pinched his cheek.
"Well-then--Shis is It: Mother
is the best mother in the world
but she's daffy on one subject.
She's got money on the brain-that
Is the only place she's got It, worse
luck"
He paused, Then summoning
new resolution. he blurted out:
"she's always been crazy to have
me marry a rich girl" and his ears
were red-"or at least girl with
some money. She always talked
about II until I was sick OF it-and
I newer cared for n single one of