Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1921-03-28
LOVE
n, Katharine Moore.
Chapter I.

,a,a,a renlacee his coffee cup on |
'',,'.'',' and leaning toward me across !
,he hrcakfast table. closed his hand over
mine. -, o 50
n, said smilingly. with an unnistah-
ahie ring Of affection In his voice.
..Fcur wears. what shall 1t be to ceie-
lrateg'
coached the apex OF comradship. we
80 started with the proverbial love
',,ns and hand thrills until our souls
,s,r, merged into unity. Love ana
marriage To- us meant the give ana
take of camaraderie as well as It's
other Joys. 4.
Theatre" I aueried. coming oV oi
a happy reverie OF the past -FOUR year
Yes. and with "A dinner fore ana an
you say the word. 49,,
Wen start of with dinner anu s''e
theater and let our inclinations ue
eide ON the aftermath. Just that rhueu
sounds scrumptious to me sihiie'
back ooair
but this has TO be a sweh anan
a. properly celebrate our anhlNeIs'"
Won know" pleaded Leonard WIN "
half hoyish pout and his forehe"u u''
with furrows. to-o-
- INTO knots. Wen make it one
,ooe dinner and eat until you nave
nt call a taxi 10 more me
toorard's laugh had the resonanc"
~ genuine happiness and spontahel'S'
yts looked quickly at his watch.
.Flve minutes 10 catch my ualh'
~,r.er Take il easy. III meet you
for the $50. There's one for eaCn
year" he said boyishly as ne klsS'"
me goodbye.
Eeerinr house for Leonard was
,ike playing with an adorable ooi' ;
house that YOU had always dres'i'ieu
of having as a child but never e
ro.,ea really 10 own. Quality was
our motto. our little nome was
,ainly not or quality. but complete ana
- ~. hcs, We we're building slowly
but surely
,ir city and success was coming 20
=. n knew Il must believed III
nv hushahd. | thought that he be-
Heved IN me .,
Al morning I busted myself with
the necessities of house-keeping-
There will be no need of oroerlne
.,,.hinr TODAY as Mr.. Allen ana l
ar. dining out tonight" toId I'm
ma decided to let her take 'he
,earnoon and evening of. going out
directly after luncheon II she cared 70
A. o'clock was alone and the
solitary atmosphere of the mouse res'e"
me. | had no thoughts Of anguish theh
"a madden my lonely hours but the
time would come. "a ! FOUND OUT az ~
,con when such hours would make my
days.
| would SLEEP Does not sleep max
.,.l ana heautlful2 Tonight
mrs, do that. ! slept for almost two
,o,,rs and my mirror sCintiilat ted with
radiance. snileo AT my own deilghl
and vanity.
IN The midst 81 my dressing the tele-
rhone bell rang. I frowned at the IN
,err1,rtion-but u was l4eonaro. fiAs
voice sounded dry and nervous
.Soreen. TT have 70 call the party
o1 A big case ha. come up De
np-v getting data" he spoke rapioiy
s.S.ya me n bite of something 10 eat
Wait IN. I want TO talk things over
With you So sorry. dear-good-bye'
I hung up the receiver. Mecnat'ic-
I'll, started untastening my dress
II was a fawn colored duVeune Leon ,
ora had wanted me 10 have. He had
-, I, !, httlo shop window on Fifth
avenue and had gone with me 10 look
80 had liked the fact that he was
observing enough of my quahties uo
arrive a; a correct conclusion OF wha'
would ne becoming - me. Few men
see that far.
can't say that was greatly dis-
.nDointed at not going. True. ! woulc
have enjoyed u--but was so satu
rated with my husbands interests tha
realized a case meant something big
for him.
redressed quickly. I must do some
sbopping for dinner. must get some
hing that would tempt Leonards ap-
netite when he came home tired.
let a trolley car pass me. l wouic
walk. The air hristled with dry cool
ness Of late autumn. l felt exhilarated
ner;ly from the air and partly from
.he thoughts 81 something big for Leon
ara That our theatre party was OF
did not matter 50 long as we were
travelling surely along the road of at
tainnent which We had started TO
rether.
By o'clock a few pangs OF hun
ger torrnented me. smiled at my
self 10 think Of the scant luncheon
had had because OF the big dinner which
mad anticipated. A cup Of tea an'
toast would tide me over and / deter
mined 10 wait dinner for Leonard. Lit
tle memories of four years ago wer'
creeping under my skin.
TomorrOw-An Anniversary.