New-York tribune., 1921-01-30

"And now shall I tell you what I
can't understand"
"Do."
II can't understand how you, the
most wonderful man I ever knew,
have remained single so long,"
Again she looked at him, and this
time he felt sort Of blind staggers.
Perhaps I've been waiting for the
right girl" he managed to say at
last.
"Do you think you'll know her
when you find herr"
He was very sure Of that.
"And how will the girl know"
Unconsciously he drew a breath
that was like a sigh. II shall kiss
her." he said.
He kissed her then-rather we'll.
too, for the first time; and that was
the third long step Of our hero's
pilgrimage over that great journey
which is sometimes called life. j..
ON THEIR return to the city
from their honeymoon they took
an apartment on Riverside Drive.
The rent made Samson the least bit
thoughtful, but when he saw the in
terror decorators bills he forgot the
rent.
Helen was RADIANT
"I've always wanted beautiful
things" she whispered to him.
you've no idea how happy you're
making me. Isn't it beautiful,
though?"
1t was indeed a decorators dream,
fitting bower for love and life and
beauty, and as to its cost, even as
soldiers learn to say "Oh, we'll,
that's war;" so now Samson soon
found himself saying ooh, we'll,
that's being married" In fact, as
time went on, he grew proud Of his
ability to provide such things for his
wife, proud of her dresses with the
French labels and Of her fondness
for pearls and shimmery laces.
AS you can imagine, Helen's father
was frequent visitor at their apart
ment. Old friends Of the family also
began to call. Among them was
Stanley De Vincent, a young profess
sor OF Romance literature, who was
sort of fourth cousin of Helen's.
He had a keen, eager look, dressed
we'll, wrote good poetry and talked
socialism in manner that would
have charmed birds off the trees if
they could only have understood him.
There was middle-aged professor
OF philosophy who sometimes made
Samson wonder whether he was
allve-or merely thought he was
alive, living in mad, sad world of
dreams. There was young doctor
who could play the piano like Pade-
rewski, tell story like Henry Irv-
ing and make Welsh rabbit that
Savarin himself might have envied.
At first Samson was jealous of
them all, even those who were mar
ried and brought their wives. He
was jealous of their chatter, jealous
of their music, jealous of their dane
ing and laughter, but most Of all he
was jealous Of the way in which
they sometimes followed Helen
around with their eyes. Still, he was
wise enough not to show it, and as
time went on he began to feel easier
IN his mind and rather lorded it over
them. He never abated his jealousy
OF De Vincent, though, with his par
lor lectures on socialism and his con-
founded poems on that happy state
OF affairs which was awaiting man.
kind just around the corner when
everything was to be free as the air.
even including such small items as
love.
0NE evening Samson got ready
early to take Helen to the thea
ter and somehow they started talking
about De Vincent.
"Did he ever ask you to marry
him?" asked Samson.
"Dh, my dear, he was pest!"
If anything, marriage had made
Helen more beautiful, more bewitch-
ing than ever, and as Samson looked
at her deep wave of pride and love
and humility swept over him.
II don't see what you ever saw in
quiet old dub like me-" he sighed.
"You aren't old and you aren't a
dub" she quickly told him, and in a
lower voice she added: ooh, Samson,
don't you see? They play their little
tricks, and then they are through.
But you-you play the most won
derful game Of all. You take a
handful of nothing and turn it into