The Washington times., 1922-08-27
Continued from LastSunday)
CHAPTER ".
TTO q man with predilection'

toward smooth-runn1ng
life, it was something of a
handicap and an inquietude to be
related to s. s.age-struck women. Not
that either was stage-struck in the
accepted sense of the word. Geor-
gse-wrote plays; to Jordan they
were good, but then, he knew moth
ing about plays or authors.
But Of all the drawback which
this play-writing business pre-
sented none equalled in point of
Inconvenience, amounting some
times to positive misery, this de-
testable practice of roping him in
to read a part in one of Georgie's
rehearsals.
"Must rehearse? These hasty
meals are going to play the devil
with my Digestion" he com. aimed
but none the less obeyed.
"Help push the table over in
the corner, Jordan" said his ener-
getic daughter. Exercise is what
you want"
Mrs. humble, an interested
spectator Of the moving scene,
waited.
"Win you be wanting me,
miss ?" she asked.
Georgina consulted her scrir'.
"Let me see, what were you?"
81 was the young lady that led
kba uoupo oantlar,oy srfo faponto
tion," said Mrs. humble hope
fully.
Georgina shook her head.
"That was the farce-no, this is
the drama, The Wanderer,' Mrs.
Mumble-there isn't a part for
YOU" -.
A disgruntled actress went back
to the kitchen and the peeling of
potatoes.
A clear space was now made.
Josephine, trained in dining-room
stage craft, had rearranged the
furniture to meet the requirements
of the scene, and now turned her
attention to Jordan. That worthy
man had stealthily pulled his chair
to the fireplace and had unobtru-
sively disappeared from view.
"JordanF' called Josephine
sharply.
There was no answer.
"Jordan! Damn the boy, he's
gone to sleep againp
"Ohp a Mortified gasp from
"Well?" Josephine snapped, "it
is classical quotation-from
Dickens"
"To ones own fatherr' said the
shocked Helen.
"To three's own father, If you
don't mind" said Josephine.
you're not the only child. Jor-
danv'
Jordan woke with q start.
"What do do ?" he complained.
"You can sit where you are"
said Josephine. you're Sir Mil
ford Scarborough"
"Oh," said Jordan blankly.
Georgina rumpled his hair.
"You' haven't got much to say,
so don't crouch, darling" she
coaxed and Jordan growled again.
"Pm not grouching. But why
am I always the villain?"
"All Georgina's male characters
are villains" explained Helen.
even the clergymen. I'm not
saying they aren't true to life.
Clergymen can be as bad as any
body, but"
81 wish you'd keep the Sunday
papers out of that child's hands,
Georgie," said Josephine in de-
spair. "Now, is everybody ready?"
Everybody was ready. Mr.. Yeo-
man, with his script on his knee,
nodded heavily.
Go ahead, George"
Georgina had retired to the
vicinity of the stairs. Now she
stalked tragically toward the doz-
ing Jordan.
"'Have you nothing to say to
me?'" she asked in hollow tones.
Apparently Jordan hadn't.
GO on, Jordan" encouraged
Josephine anxiously.
Jordan blinked.
"Eh-er-what?"
"'Have you nothing to say to
me"" repeated Georgina, and her
father fumbled with the manu-
script.
Nothing" he read rapidly
and monotonously, "'you have
made your bed, lie on it, lie on
it. by the way, who made my
bed last night, Jo?"
Josephine dropped into a chair
with a moan of anguish.
'"They forgot to take the extra
blanket off, that's ALL" explained
Jordan hurriedly.
"Will you leave these sordid
matters until after we have fin
ishedr' demanded the exasperated
stage manager. Get on with the
playp MI.
Have you nothing to say to
me?" asked Georgina for the
third time.
'Nothin,''" read Jordan.
"'You have made your own bed,
lie on it, lie on it, lie on itr"
"'And this is the reward of my