New Britain herald., 1922-04-03
O!Q1l ASNHUTCHINSON
BEGIN n4RE TO-DAY,

\N NG;N S;:3, BEGIN D.RE TO-DAY. Aucr oigh, years ot married he MARK RABRE comes to realiIe that h. V neitacr understood by his prosaic and snohbleh wife,
 MABEL. nor by hlS colleagues In the firm "f Fortune. East and Sabre. promised rariietshp in the business las been de-
 nieI hsm Rnd iromsod to TWYAISG, r jealous associate, Suddenly an old sweetheart, | MONA now the wife of the dashing LORD TiRAR, returns after two years of travel, Mabel becomes jealous of Mona who visits Sabre nt his of'lce. Something makes Sabre suspect that Mona Is not happily married. She Says she is just drifting. hotsam."
 GO ON WITH THE STORY
 She said swiftly, as though she
 were stirred, "Oh, Marko. yes, that's
 mysterious. Do you know sometimes
 I've seen drift like that. and I've
 felt-oh. I don't know. But I've put
 out a stick and drawn in piece of
 wood just as the stuff was moving off,
 just to save it being carried away into
 well, into that you know'
 Have you. Nona?' l She answered, Do you think that's
 what life is. Marko?"
 Its not unlike" he said And he
 added Except about someone com ling along with q stick and drawing a
 bit into safety. I'm not sure about
 that. Perhaps that's what we're all
 looking for
 He suddenly realized that he was
 back precisely at the thoughts his
 mind had taken up on the morning
 he had met her. But with degree
 more of illumination. Two feelings Icame into his mind, the second hard lupon the other and overriding it, as la fierce horseman might catch and override one pursued. He said Its
 rather jolly to have someone that can lsee ideas like that" And then the loNerriding, and he said with astonish- ing roughness, "But you-you aren't |fotsam. How can you be fotsam-- |the life you've-taken?
 And. To, if he had struck her, and she been bound, defenseless, and with her eyes entreating not to be struck |again, she could not deeper have en- ltreated him than in the glance she Elected from her eyes, the quiver of her lids that first released, then yelled lit.
 It stopped his words. It caught his throat.
 He got up quickly. "I say. Mona. never mind about thinking. I'll tell jyou what's been doing. Rotten. Hap lpened just after l met you the other Iday."
 l "The dust on these roads.' she said. She touched her eyes with her Handkerchief. What, Marko?" l Well, old Fortune promised to take me into partnership about an age ago."
 l "Marko, he ought to have done it an age agoy Whats there rotten about that?' Her voice and her air iwere as gay as when >she had entered "The rotten thing is that he's Turned it down. At least practically has. lie" He told her of the Twyn- ling and Fortune incident "Trctty rotten of old Fortune dn't you lthink""
 "old fend!" said Mona. "old Itrout'
 Sabre laughed Good word trout. IThe men here all say he's like a whale. They call him Jonah," and he told her why.
 She laughed gaily. "Marko, How disgusting you are. But I'm sorry. am. Poor Marko .. or course it |doesnt matter a horse radish what an old trout like that thinks about lyour work, but it does matter doesn't lit? l know how you feel. She was at the shelves, scanning Ithe books. Her fond, her almost tender sympathy made him, too, feel IthAt 1t was rather fine. Her light words in her high. clear tone voiced |eAactly his feelings towards the books Talking with her was, in the recep- |tion and return of his thoughts, near Ter to reading a book that delighted l lhim than to anything else with which he could compare it. There was the |same interchange of ideas, not neces- lsarily expressed; the same creation land play of fancy, imagined, not lstated. She sat brisllly forward in the big |armchair in which she faced him. 1 making of the motion a movement as though throwing aside a turn the | conversation had taken. Well, go lon, Marko. I'm not going to let you |stCp talking yet. l love that about | how people get success nowadays. It's | jolly true. l never thought of it be- Tore. Yes, you're still terribly thinky l person, Marko. Go on. Think some more. Out loud"
 rcssing-drawing him on-just las of old.
 He said thoughtfully. "l tell you a think l often think a lot about, Mona You being here like this puts it in l my mind. Conventions"
 She smiled teasnrly. "Ah, poor Mnrko. I knew you'd simply hate it, nay coming like this. Does it seem terribly unconventional, improper, to you, shut Up with me ill your office? ?"