Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-09-09
EVENING EDITION..
tbs outer lock and the drawing room
door was burst open and w~hirswird
entered-a storm OF muslin md flow.

the outer lock and the drawing room
door was burst opensanda whirswind
entered-a stornof muslin and lowy-
era and smiles. 4 as
soh, mummy It went ~splendidiyf
oId Mosenthal saysEwhy Bobby.
expected you to meet me- Oh, I Tor
got. i couldn't get o II TO your num-
Der. I'm crazy, Bobby With
happiness!" st @sS2
Robert had risen and 49, leading
1.-The radiant girl to the chair he had
vacated. She threw herself into HI.
gloves. Mrs Benham was handing
the kettle to- the trim maid who had
followed her young fnistreas. into the
room. a3 II sssSS5s
"And 10 you have got your chance..
Stellaa" Al observant nan might
have noticed q lack OF enthusiasm IN
Roberts voice. S%
.No Bobby. I've got the chance sc
Chance. II ali goes well tonight
I'm made. Bobby, made The world.
lwill-why. what's wrong 7''sET5s .Ss.
The young man was leaning for-
ward and looking up into the lovely
I'm slea, stems, that you ne .
Iasti AOutH0 1 sHOl. LAY VIUIIl100
my answer Bobby! /
Morning, moor and night, dear.
You see, /: wouldn't like you Just to
taste the delights OF power, to IN.
hale the incense OF applause. You
might not feel inclined to leave 1t all
for me !" sS
The girl turned and looked out
the cool muslin. curtain ana prews1
1t against her hot cheeks
Don't you think 90, too, Stellar
ooh, Bobby, you know I think the
world of you-you know Il do. s But
my art,s1 lo-like that, too. Life
is such a little thing, isn't. it?-and
I do want to cram 50 much into IL
and squeeze 50 much out OF 1t. why
cant I ! you my answer-and act
as :well!"
Robert took the slim ltttle hands
between his own
Because. darling. In my business
have seen 50 much, Strengthened
out so many matrimonial creases. The
stage plays q part in a lot OF q
riages nowadays; they begin in show
ers Of roses and end in---No. Stella,
a woman should find her applause in
the look OF her. husband, in the love-
light In the eeys of her. children: she
should have no other life but that
they should be all that matters. What
I, should You care-what do you care
i'fot' h strangers who cape at you and
clap their silly hands together-why
should you please them?" @S
Stella Benham rose suddenly. Her
head was again turned to the gardens
and a flush had spread over her
white neck and rebellion cdouded the
gray eyes
Now, you're lecturing me, Rob.
ert won't stand it today Of all
days. I'm going to cry in a minute
-and-and-1 think you're hor-
It was all said in a breath, there
was a swish Of skirts and Robert
Baxenter was alone.
He remained where he was, gaming
moodily out over the gardens. It Iwias
now all but dark, and the last Of the
tiny jewellers were being escorted
homeward bv, their nurses. The
block flats facing him across the
trees was a silhouette OF purple shad-
ow. in which little squares Of soft
radiance were twinkling out one BY
one. o long he sat there he did
not know, but he WAS aroused from
his reverie by a taxi drawing up az
the door below him. It waited a mo-
ment, ats engines throbbing, then
swung across the road, backed. and
with a warning note. on the hooter
made on quickly in the direction OF
London. !. $sE
Robert turned to find Mrs. BEN
ham standing by his chair.
y, go Continued Tomorrow Evs.nir~