Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1922-11-05

Lydia Bayley and her fianCe,
Glenn Lilley, quarreled, and as to
to them romance fled. What did
they quarrel about? Who can tell?
No third person knew. Love is set
apart and its secrets are inviolable
except in cases in which matrimony
and the courts are sequent. Then
the newspapers horn in.
Lydia was artistic, and that
means temperamental idosyncrasy.
Her father, potent in affairs and
artistic himself in the sense that he
was deft in accommodating money
originally in other hands and her
mother, socially prominent, were
sure Lydia was artistic and delight
full in the fact. Not that they cared
TO have Lydia make a career, of
course. An artistic daughter re-
fleets credit upon her parents.
So Lydia, her romance shattered
declared she would live for her art
alone, imagining that this was an
original idea. And her parents,
who had not objected to her fiance,
were pleased that she had some-
thing to divert her mind.
Young Lilley, who had enjoyed a
sinecure in his fathers banking
house, disappeared from his form
er haunts-which socially were
Lydia's own--and adopted Green
wich Village, a neighborhood in
which certain temperaments may
forget trouble, unless the trouble il
vital, or develop it if they pine for
excitement.
Lydia and Glenn had quarreled
in the spring, when lovers usually
are sympathetic. In the summer,
at Narragansett, where Lydia 5
mother led a set that thought little
of other sets, Lydia painted fever
ishly. Local amateurs declared that
her pictures were worthy Of eXhi-
bition, and some of her work, in
elaborate frames, was in fact shown
on the walls of the family castle in
company with paintings about
which there was no doubt.
Returning to the family mansion
in town in the autumn, Lydia be-
came possessed with a desire to eS-
plore Greenwich Village. This OBJ
session she cherished secretly, for
her parents were very conventional.
One day. taking luncheon alone
in a smart restaurant on Fifth ave-
nue., Lydia encountered Martha
who had been chum at a finish
ing school They had not seen each
other in ages Condolences flowed
like brook. 1t appeared that Ma
rilla, ignoring her family's wishes,
had tilted a fiance who had money.
to1 \, iVarr oil
est, absolutelyw she said to Lydia.
But ! found a mate"
Married"
"Of course. And happy. Ny
name is now DeIaTour. My hus-
band is poet and q dramatist
And a Socialist" Marilla added with
a laugh.
Yet none of these vocations-nor
all of them-had provided Marilla
with clothes that at all resembled
Lydia's. In fact, Marilla was en-
Toying luncheon in this smart place
on part of the proceeds of
sketches she had just sold to the
advertising manager of a big shop
for she also was artistic. Her
bobbed hair indicated it.
''And where are you living? p
Lydia asked.
Greenwich village" The words
were magic to Lydia. MAY l come
to see your"
"You can come home with me
now-this minute! And meet my
husband. 1 shall be due in a few
minutes. He has been rehearsing
one of his wonderful plays, called
The Bird with a Broken Wing
Lydia literally embraced her OPP
portunity. She was impressed by
the elementary simplicity of the
DeLaTour menage. The place
looked as though they had Just
moved in or were just about to
move out. The furnishings showed
a genius for adaptation. 1t was ali
interesting to Lydia because it was
so different from anythings she
had ever seen.
DeLaTour came in while the
young women were chatting, He
was interesting to Lydia for a like
reason. He looked like q not re-
mote removal from farm hand.
His abundan. hair was long after
the old Thespian fashion. His col
lar and scarf were very prominent,
and his coat had something of the
careless amplitude of a gabardine.
you are the type!" he eX-
claimed to Lydia moment after
introduction.
Yes? ! don't quite"
Isn't she, darling?" he chal-
lenged Mrs. DerIaTour.
HE means, dear Lydia, that you
are the>type he wants for one Of
his plays"
do you mean that?' Lydia was
incredulous.
" always mean what | say" re.
p!ieu Del.aTour. Have you ever
ncted?"
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