Evening star., 1922-07-16
Mr.. Flint of 1.-THE FoOtlight'
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these months, that Bob did not His
views on art were not new to her'
but for the first time it occurred 10
her to resent them.
Music and pictures. That's hne
lob for a life-sized man"
cCDDENLY. Janice forgot that Law
~ renee Ballard Flint was a mere
phantom 10 spur on Bob. He seemed
suddenly real to her, as real as the
quick anger that rose to his defense.
Mr.. Flint is a journalist" she SAID.
"It happens to be his present business
TO write about the arts. so he KNOWS
about them. When it is his business
to write about Cinnamon or the stock
market, he knows something about
Cinnamon and the stock market.
+ "A fine business for a man" Bob re-
peated sco-nfully.
IT'S the finest business on earth for
man. 1t takes him all over the
world; il teaches him something
about almost everything; it makes
him understand things and people
that lots of people can't understand;
it makes him kind and sympathetic
and tolerant He has to have a sense
of humor, and courage and imagi-
nation"
Bob stopped her peremptorily.
| so that's the way you feel about
Flint is it? Well, I'm grateful to
| Won for letting me know. I'm not
running in any competition. You
can make up your mind right now
which one of us you're going to
drop"
/ You mean that you-that-l-
Il mean that you are more interest
| ed in Flint than a girl who is engaged
to one man has any right TO be in
another. Tn not going to shilly-
shalIy along with it. You can make
up your mind: either you drop Flint,
absolutely, or you drop me-"
| II can't let myself be dictated to in
this high-handed way. you know.
| Bob"
| Il have a perfect right to dictate in
this matter. You will drop Flint, alb
solutely, right now"
For several moments Janice only
stared at Bob. This was the master
fulness she had once adored. this the
jealous. anger she haa deliberately
reused Here was the climax she
had planned. right at her hand. 1t
would be the simplest thing to handle
1t as she had intended. A little gen.
| tleness, an easy promise, and this
| angry man would be a lover again.
the more ardent for their quarrel
But Janice did not speak the easy
little diamond and platinum ring she
| promise. Instead, she drew off the
had been wearing and held it out
across the basket of roses. There
was no resentment. no anger in her
| face-only queer puzzlement- She
was wondering with a cool distaste
, why she had ever wished to be en-
i, gagged to Bob at all.
T oNG after he had gone. Janice sat
with the Footlight in her lap. open
at the "As Janice, my one consolation
i for New York in August. was say
ing" But she was not reading
| the printed page; she was looking
hlindly through 1t and listening to
silent argument.
You'll be sorry in the morning.
| one silent voice was insisting. Bob
10 good man, honest. energetic, am
hifioua rAnarou,-yon sre in 1--we
+, with him. Bob is good man
youn be sorry in the morning"
i No, won't be sorry in the morn
fng-I won't be sorry-ever. I'm sorry
We Quarreled about nothing, but I'm
Elad it's all over. I'm not in love
| with Bob any more Maybe ! never
was, really; maybe I've changed. 1
he's not my kind of ,good-we'd bore
| each other after a while-we've be-
| gun to even now-some girl like Bea
will be better for him. This is why
I've kept thinking there was some
thing lacking between us-it was
lacking with me. It's too bad we
quarreled. but won't. be sorry in the
morning. 1 won't be sorry-ever.
don't know what is the matter with
me, but I'm glad it's oyer--I'm glad
it's over"
Back and forth the silent argument
ragged, but the silent accuser could
| never wear down the one bewilder-
ing, unahswerable answer: Pm glad
it's over"
| After long time Janice laid down
the magazine and went to all with
water the porcelain cup In The bot :