The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1922-01-09
THE NEW
GENERATION
By JANE PHELPS
MALCOLM OBJECTS TO STUDIO

AAIOOlLN1 OBJEOlo IL SIGOlO
LIFE.
Chapter 115.
Altho Joan had told Malcolm she
was willing to marry him when he
wished, she qualified it by saying:
"Of course, Malcolm, not until my
book is finished"
you mean you are writing book.
Eyes, it IS to be a surprise for
mother. She hasn't the faintest idel
am doing it. I should have kept it
as surprise for you, too, had it not
been for-this,' Joan blushed adora-
bly,.
sHow long will it take to finish that
Il can't tell, exactly. But not SO
very many years" she replied
roguishly.
stop your fooling. Joan. and tell
me-
"A few months, Malcolm. 1 deter
mined to do something worth while
when I came down here and I shall
not leave until I do it. Mumsie has
been a brick not to fuss about my liv-
ing apart from her. My book is to be
her reward"
What a wonderful girl you are,
Joan. Most girls, given their freedom
,asryou have been, would not have kept
their ideals neither would they have
been able to stand for lot you have
seen, and do, and come thru white.
I'm terribly proud of you, Joan, even
if I don't quite like your living alone
down here and the free and easy way
some of these artist fellows have.
know there is too much of your
| mother in you for you to go very
wrong
Malcolm Frost believed in heredity.
He had known Margaret Hayden all
his life. He admired. respected, ana
Flowed her. Margaret Hayden's daugh-
ter must resemble that mother in all
that was vital. Then too. Joan's
father had been a gentleman of an
old. substantial family So on botn
sides Joan was shielded.
But it was only natural that NAL
colin Should occasionally feel bit put
out, if not really jealous, because of
the happy-go-lucky, free-and- easy ac-
| lions of some of Joan's friends among
the Villagers. Dean Tenant was his
especial aversion, aItho Malcolm
! granted Dean cleverness of a sort. and
also grudgingly admitted he was at
times intriguing.
Dean felt almost as much at home
in Joan's studio as in his own. He
| helped himself to her cigarets, he
/ searched the ice box, he cooked her
lunches, and incidentally his own
while she kept time to his running
| comments upon the keys of her type
writer. Malcolm saw very little of
| these daytime intimacies, as he was
| too busy to get UP even as far as the
| square at lunch time. But Joan had
nothing to hide, So would gleefully
recount the days doings when she saw
| him, telling him all the little details
/ that seemed, and We're SO innocent to
her, but which often made him
squirm.
He saw enough later in the day to
awaken his Jealousy. Dean did not
change his attitude. his actions when
| he found Malcolm on hand. He often
kissed Joan with a resounding smack,
telling her how well she looked, and
| asking how she was getting on with
her. book.
''Yeu see, Malcolm, have put Dean
in my story. ! had to have some one
| of his type, and he just fitted. He
doesn't mind do you, Dean?''
I'm honored. fair lady, even if you
have held me up to ridicule at times,
and made fun of my pet foibles. !
have told her the innermost secrets of
my heart, Frost. She has disseeted
| my emotions as a doctor dissects a
dead monkey. She has torn the veil
| from my life so ap may look upon its
unattra ctiveness, or its attractive fea-
Understanding to- the way they feel
about it. I tell you. Frost, I shall go
down in history as the hero of this
| years best seller!"
Nonsense Dean, Can't you be
| serious, ever?''
IT am all seriousness. never shall
amount to anything myself-so you
and Martha Rave told me so many
| times that 1 am almost convinced you
| are right-so I am contented to shine
| thru the reflected light of your
genius"
1t was passages like these that an
| noyed Malcolm He could not quite
enter into the spirit of the thing, into
the mood. because he did not quite
understand the Villagers. The Village
| He took things all to seriously.
you cannot judge them by the boys
and girls back home. Malcolm, Joan
often told him. They are a law unto
| themselves. Most of them clever, all
of them believing they are really
/ geniuses, or talented
| They are too free with your NAL
colin would answer, sowing
/ (Tomorrow-Malcolm and Joan spend
|