The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-03-10

show it. Others might laugh, and
it hurts me cruelty to be laughed
at. Come, let's go. 1 don't
like to be vivisected, either"
Barstowe picked up his hat,
laughing.
You're the best little dodger l
know. Whenever anyone begins to
talk to you about yourself you
promptly change the subject. Do
you know, Jeanne, 1 don't know
any more about you after being
married to you all these. months
than did the night 1 met you. I
have no idea what the real YOU Is
like. You are one of the eternal
mysteries"
isn't that an admirable quality
for a wife?" Jeanne smiled at him
over her shoulder.
I'm not so sure" was his reply.
Il think you'd be awfully attrac-
tive to know say, that's a
queer thing for a chap to say to
his wife. isn't it," He laughed.
II almost believe you are max
ing love to me-" she replied de-
murely.
That's something I'd like to do
most Of the time IL you didn't con-
stantly discourage me-"
Constantly, perhaps-but not
consciously" was her murmured
reply.
"Jeanne-
But she was out of the door, call
ing back over her shoulder, laugh
ing. Come"
There was unusual warmth in
the winters sunshine, though the
air was crisply chill and so clear
that it fairly sparkled. In spite of
her worries. Jeanne felt her spirits
going skyward when they had left
town behind and were spinning
along the smooth macadam of the
motor highway.
Hope you'll like Franklin and
his wife," Barstowe remarked. She's
not your sort at all: just a simple,
naive, wholesome little Western
girl / don't suppose she has ever
worn a Paris gown in her life, and
the money you spend in a beauty
shop in one morning would proba-
bly, buy her clothes for a year"
Jeanne murmured a polite pro-
| test. She wondered what Barstowe
would do If he ever knew how
much like the simple little West
ern bride" his young wife was.
Here's the place, 1 think
say, quite nifty little shack he's
got" He turned the car to the side
of the road and brought it to a
stop before a low hedge, whose
neatly clipped outline was broken
by an old-fashiened latticed gate
way. At the end of a narrow gravel
path. box bordered. was low
RI cd ~ a a.
tiers, and shingles the color of
woodland moss.
Jeanne grasped his arm impul-
| sively.
MY house" she gasped.
At Jeanne's exclamation. NV
house" Barstowe turned to her Gu
riously
What do you mean"
She flushed guiltily.
Nothing! How absurd I am, It's
only that II saw a place Just like
this in dream"
She did not add that il was a day
dream.
Queer coincidence" commented
Barstowe. IT'S a peach of a place,
I'd like to live in it. 1t gives you a
warm. cosy telling around your heart
and that's something none of dads
places ever do"
He helped her out of the car. and
walked with her through the little
latticed gateway up the gravel path
to a quaint little portico, fianked by
stiff carved-back settles. He touched
the old-fashioned brass knocker. and
the door was opened quickly by a
trim. pretty little woman in a blue
linen frock. Her bright hair was
simply arranged. and her face was
Sulltless of cosmetics
She smiled as whole heartedly as
a pleased child, and held out a ring
less hand to Jeanne.
You're Mrs. Barstowe, aren't you
m SO glad you came. Jim phoned
me you'd be out this afternoon. He
mas been detained in town. but will
De home later. Do come inr'
To Be Continued Tomorrow.