The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1920-06-01
Margaret CARROTS
Husband 2-n
m JANE PHELPS

charmingly furnished, sho SAID
quickly:
"Ycs. but It isn't comparable to
her mind" such silly remark,
We talked while lonGer-at least
she did. ! don't think I said half
dozen words. couldn't keep my
eyes away from Bob--nor my
thoughts He was here, there and
everywhere He laughed and talked
in most undignified way, so u
seemed 10 me. And once or twice
considered going to him and asking
him not to be so hilarious.
Your husband seems to be enojy-
ing himself immensely Miss War
rem remarked, her glance following
mine. II told Mr. Kendall that he
was wasted as a business man. lie
should have been an author. Or
II am better satisfied with him as
business man. | haven't much In
terest in authors and people who
ca II themselves Rohemians." | re-
piled ungraciously Then fearing she
would think | did not care for books
was illiterate. | added: I'VE read
the best authors together, Of course,
and then I wondered at the little
Glcam of amusement which came
into her eyes.
never had heard her. and for the
first time that evening reused my
self to an appearance OF interest.
Bob was leading her TO the piana.
! laughing and talking as they went.
Then he returned to me.
She's wonderful Miss Warren
! whispered. not so much her voice as
! her personality. "You must see her
in 'Thais Mrs. Garrett"
After Miss Harden had finished
| singing We had supper. II semed
that with the coming Of supper
! everyone threw off all restraint, and
! talked and laughed regardless Of
whether they knew each other or
not. when | spoke OF 1t Bob whis-
| pered
Mrs Root has no one at her par
! tics whom II isn't all right TO know.
I Don't be prude Just join in and
| have good tine"
Wen 20 as soon as supper Is
over" I said IN a low tone as a big
! blond man with hair like a lions
came over and asked to he presented
not to me-but 10 Bob Garrett s
wife. He then insisted on taking me
to supper and told Bob to come on
with Miss Warren.
He was a playwright Had writ
zen one very SutteSSlNl pay ana was
at that time AT work on another. He
could talk of nothing else. how
wished he had let Bob take me in
Bob sat almost opposite me, and IL
| wasn't having good time, he was
once or twice ! caught his eye and
he smiled at me; hut most of the
time he appeared 10 have forgotten
my existence. and had only eyes and
ears for the others with whom he
joked and laughed, ! never had
been 10 such an affair. Everyone
talked at once, IL seemed ia me, yet
no one was loud or boisterous. had
70 admit, My playwright tried to
keep my attention by describing the
plot Of his new play, and the won
dcrful stUe setting he had devised
But after while he seemed TO sense
that | wasn't listening, and he began
to talk Of the people,
I'VE are so glad 10 welcome Bob
hack he said 10 me. We all
knew his mother; she made us all
feel that We belonged to her. None
OF us hut who grieved when she
passed away. II was no wonder Bob
could not be his old gay self for
a while, They were the happiest
mother and son | ever have known
She made us all as welcome as IL we
too had a right 10 call her mother
some Of us did"
Tomorrow-We Won't Go Home Un-
Ill Morning.