The Washington herald., 1922-05-15
cortinued from Yesterday.

Corttnued from Yesterday.
Jane stood looking out of the
studio window. She was thinking
about the artists ball. She did not
believe that models from the cos
tune party would dive into the
pool-clothes and all-ss the
Frenchmsn and Norman had told
her.
Are those balls really so
wicked?" Jane asked timorously.
Traverse was strumming on the
piano.
Not so bad as they're painted.
he admitted. But bad enough"
1T would be fun just to peek
in. wouldn't il. dear?" Jane coaxed.
Traverse smiled. He knew that
the prize of the Golden Apple had
intri gued Jane. What was more
he knew that IL she wore a cos
tune to reveal her real beauty she
had a clear chance to claim the
prize against the more effete and
blase models and society women who
competed more for their figures than
their faces.
IF YOU really want to go, I'll
take you" he promised. 1t amused
him to watch Jane as she tried to
reply indifferently.
"Oh, / didn't mean really to 60.
/ Just thought we might-look in"
"we1l talk about it again." he
said carelessly. In the meantime
YOU might be deciding what kind
of costume you would like to wear,
milady.
"Rosalind~ Jane answered
promptly.
Traverse laughed loudly. so
you've made up your mind to go!
And to be Rosalind, Do you real
ize that means wearing doublet and
hose?'
Yes" Jane answered simply. II
played the. part in college and l
have the costume at home"
Traverse was slightly overcome.
1t was difficult to explain to his
innocent young hancee why he
would not take her into the ball
room of the Des Artistes in a cos
tune of tights-even with Shake
spearean license. He settled the
question by suggesting that they
go as Romeo and Juliet.
That would be darling" Jane
cried happily.
Her cheeks were burning warm
ly. her eyes were flashing with ex-
element All about her face, with
fiery beauty. her copper hair
CLEANED gloriously.
Juliet You shall win the Col
den Apple, because you are the
most beautiful woman in the world,
my sweetheart" Traverse breathed
with a hot glance OF admiration.
And no other Romeo shall ever
climb my balcony" June promised,
as she swayed into his embrace
and clung happily in his arms.
They were not aware that the
door had opened. The voice of the
Frenchman interrupted real
lovers kiss.
Pardon, Monsieur Traverse. /
have left my book"
Jane could have cried with rage
against this intruder Was their
honeymoon home to be at the
mercy Of this meddlesome neigh
Dor? Would he always come pop
ping in just when he wasn't
wanted. just because he happened
to have the studio across the hall? ?
Il see no book" Traverse de-
clared after a hasty glance around
the studio. The Frenchman
smirked cunningly.
There it is-on the second
shelf George Bernard Shaw's
Back to Methuselah.'
You say you left it here?'
Traverse inquired in amazement.
The volume indicated was, as a
matter of fact, a very new edition
to his own library. Traverse had
not yet read it, although after see
ing the play of the Theater Guild
he had purchased the book and
saved it for some leisure time. The
Frenchman explained himself
boldly.
Il did not leave it here-I saw
it here and intended to borrow it
sill vous plais"'
You mean you wish to take my
book Traverse repeated in
amazement.
Out, Your book-here IL is
Merci beaucoup! 1 return II in a
day. You yourself should not read
much when you have so beautiful
a lady to hold the hand. eh?"
Jane was furious, but Traverse
motioned her to keep silent.
My good neighbor-I do not
even know your name"
Jules Marchand. paint por-
traits. When you settle yourself.
you and your sweetheart should
come over and see my work"
Il thank you, Monsieur March
and. When we call we shall first
telephone and make an appoint
ment. 1t is better not to be too
informal. even il one has a next
door studio. don't you think"
Perhaps" the oily fellow re-
marked. He was eyeing Jane with
covetous glances and it was only
with effort she could refrain from
ordering him out of the door.
Some day when madamoiselle e