Arizona republican., 1920-03-02
Confessions ofaBride (copYigt 1920 bY The Neuspa Enterprise Assoeiator
Weeping Never Makes Bob. Tender, As
 Expect 1t To Do

Weeping Never Makes Bob. Tender, As Expect 1t To Do
 "FH keep the yacht cruising off Vera
 Cruz" Thus Daddy acquiesced with his sons arrangements sWe'H wait
 aboard her until you bring Chrys if it
 takes all-''
 | 'No, sir. I beg of you not to wait more than three days broke in Jordan l Spence. "If we are not with you by
 that time Mir. Lorimer, you must conr clude that Bob and I have failed 1 That's so,'' agreed Bob Spence and l can manage to get across the border safely, somehow. Don't worry about us, Dad"
 1 My husbands voice was confident but his words chilled me. I hadn't, up to that minute, had any idea that he ! would not arrive safely at the sea- 1 board with Chrys in reasonable length of time I pulled Bob close to the side of the car, smuggled my head on his shoulder and began to cry.
 Jane. my dear, Don't worK your self into a spasm of hysteria like this, before all these people" he warned me- A woman's tears always irritate Bob and he always shows his annoyance. Doubtless lots of husbands hate tears in the same way but they do not show it. Weeping never makes Bob tender of me as I expect it to do. ''came to-, gave my husband a frantic hug, and sat up as stiffly as Daddy Lorimer was doing.
 Look after Hamilton Certeis. He is wounded you know" I spoke in my most controlled tone. Don't forget the little stunt outlined. And re- member Rob- that only you and I and Don Manuel know what has become of Certeis.''
 What has?' asked Daddy. T am forsaking his roof in most informal manner, but only for the reason that he is not to be found.
 Bob's angular jaw set hard in way knew well. He replied briefly: :
 Never mind now where Certeis is. Jane will tell you as you ride along"
 Then he shook hands with the men, deposited formal kiss upon my brow the only kind he ever can achieve in public-slammed the, door of the auto and gave an order to the driver.
 Our flight from the hacienda must have been spectacular. The gang of detectives ex-cowboys and border ad- venturiers. which Morrison had dis guised as Mexican bandits. had made their unexpected and dramatic attack upon the hacienda by the use of ar mored cars. For once in my life I found myself travelling with an escort :. Our car was preceded and followed by a guard.
 Gene Archer sat by Daddy Lorimer in the comfortable rear seat. Morri- son and faced him. Archer was weak and white and very wretched, never theless, he was inclined to see the comedy of the situation as we'll as it's tragedy.
 Off we tore and I did not look back. Had I done so, would have disgraced myself by weeping. My nerves were jumpy in consequence of the week's adventures and my tired brain refused to accept Bob's logic. Our flight from the hacienda seemed cowardly to me. thought that we were deserting Bob and Chrys and Spence. Of course I couldn't blame Daddy Morrison. Neith- or of them knew about the dangers of Inc secret chambers and dungeons3i like tombsr and even if they did know. they were both so stubborn
 Our car swerved violently. Daddy reprimanded the chauffeur. who be- came embarrassed. He stopped the