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with Miss Lorimer was impossible.
Jim was welded to Ann, whose
baby ways would probably harrass
him beyond endurance in few years.
Benjie had died, leaving baby
girls whose mother he had never mar
ried.
And as for Bob, he had married
me, a poor little girl from a coun-
try college town, who, as his wife,
was trying to fill place in the world
which was vastly too large for her.
And yet, when l gave my husband
the details of AIMS luncheon, that
evening. he said, with a deal of pride
in his voice: =,
you're a regular girl, Jane!
"You have regular mother, my
dear" | replied quickly.
/ "Yes-Im lucky man, he re-
Joined. "Have a cigaret?"
Bob grinned quizzically as he eX-
tended his cigaret case to me.
an light yours for you," SAID,
shifting the action of the word.
Whether Bob was agreeably sur
nrised or not, | couldn't decide. To
light his cigaret seemed quite spot-
ty'' to me; 1t was trick had pre-
meditated, in accordance with Dig
resolve | had made at AIMS party,
AS the gi1ls chartered about the
"old style" of woman who was ruled
ruled by her employees, and the new
style, who were studying to know
enough to direct their own Households
it occurred to me, that even 50, they
were not preparing for the biggest
event in their own lives.
They were going to take marriage
in inst the old way! -,
And from the scandals at when
they limited that afternoon, 1t seemed
to me that the old way might be I'M
proved upon.
This man was tired of his old wife,
thew said; that man was frequently
seen with a pretty girl no older than
his daughter; so-and-so had gone to
Reno; it was the usual 1920 smart
set gossip.
Finally they coaxed Corinne Caryl
to repeat for them vamp's warning
to wives" which was to be the feature
of her next film play.
"Now, girls" said Corinne, when
she had finished the freak decalog'
forget all that nonsense! And When
you are married, keep just one httie
rule in mind: Don't get monotonous!
Mrs. Best, AIMS mother, made fire.
ouent attempts to turn the converse
tion into what she considered more
wholesome channels, but invariably
the girls returned to the eternal man
and-woman topic.
"You mean that wives ougnt 10
change their plumage with seasons!
| asked, with my eyes on one OF AIMS
gorgeous blue-and-gold birds.
''Wives ought to vary their tasci-
nations with each day! That's what
Pm trying to say!'
Don't be afraid to be little
sporty!' remarked the nice, lnno-
cent, naive little Midget.
Mrs. Best tried at once to inter-
rupt, hut the girls chor1scd
7.How-sporty- laet''
ooh, light your husbands cigar
cts for 'em," chirruped the child:
1t seemed a way to begin at least
More than once l had seen Katherine
Miller light my husbands cigaret for
him. So made my venture, that
evening, to my husbands astonlsn-
ment, but not exactly to his delight.
1t was a trifling experiment-and sill
ly. 1t deserved to fail, but its failure
did not upset my decision that, as
wife, i was too matter-of-fact, too
practical.
an try to be more decorative as
well as entertaining" I decided, get
ting my hint, I suppose, from AIMS
gorgeous parrots.
Ito BE Continued)