Arizona republican., 1920-08-15
| Decide It's Sporty" to Light Hus-
 bands Ciqaret-Doesn't Work

Decide It's Sporty" to Light Hus-
 bands Cigaret-Doesn't Work
 While the girls gossiped, compared Ann, Jims bride. with Deborah. the wife he might have had. It occurred to me that the Lorimer boys had had their pick of the finest prospects" in the local marriage market, and yet they had made some rather unfor- tunate selections.
 Chrys wasn't sure whether she was the wife of a Spanish duke, or not. Whether or no, she was despartely In love with Jordan Spence, the famous surgeon, who had disappeared when he discovered that a marriage with Miss Lorimer was impossible.
 Jim was welded to Ann, whose baby ways would probably harrass him be- yond endurance in a few years.
 Benjie had died leaving a baby girl whose mother he had never married And as for Bob, he had married me, a poor little girl from country college town, who, as his Wife, was trying to fill a place in the world which was vastly too large for her. And yet, when I gave my husband the details of Ann's luncheon, that evening. he said, with a great deal of 1 pride in his voice:
 You're regular girl, Jane!"
 You have a regular mother, my dear replied quickly. "Yes-Pm a lucky man." he rejoined. | Have a cigaret?"
 Bob grinned quizzically as he ex- tended his cigaret case to me.
 "T'n light yours for you" I said, suit ing the action to the word.
 Whether Bob was agreeably sur prised or not. I couldn't decide. To | light his cigaret seemed quite sporty to me; it was a trick I had premeditat- ed, in accordance with a big resolve I had made at Ann's party.
 As the girls chattered about the "old style" of woman who was ruled by her l employees, and the new style, who were | studying to know enough to direct me, that even so, they were not pre- pairing for the biggest event in their own lives.
 They were going to take marriage ir just the old wayl
 And from the scandals at which they hinted that afternoon, it seemed to mo that the old way might be improved upon.
 This man was tired of his old wife they said; that man was frequent, seen with a pretty girl no older thar his daughter; so-and so had gone t, Reno; it was the usual 1920 smart-se gossip.
 Finally they coaxed Corinne Caryl t, repeat for them a vamps warning t, wives which was to be the feature O her next film play. Now, girls said Corinne, when sh had finished the freak decalog, forge all that nonsense: And when you ge married, keep just one little rule il mind: Don't get monotonousi"
 Mrs. Best, Ann's mother. made ire quent attempts to turn the converse tion into what she considered nor wholesome channels, but invariably tn girls returned to the eternal man and woman topic.
 You mean that wives ought t change their plumage with the sea sons?" I asked, with my eyes on on of Anns' gorgeous blue-and gorld birds
 Wives ought to vary their fascina tions with each day. That's what Tn trying to sayi"
 Don't be afraid to be a littl sportyi" remarked the nice. innocent naive little Midget,
 Mrs. Best tried once more to inter rupt, but the girls chorused:
 "How-sporty-M Midget?"
 "Oh. light your husbands cigaret for 'em," chirupped the child.
 It seemed a way to begin, at 1eas More than once I had seen Katherin Miller light my husbands cigaret fo him. So made my venture. that eve