The Omaha morning bee., 1922-11-12

Yes, and you think it's some
thing awfully big TO be the young
est partner there! ! must say that
! don't know why anybody like you,
telling such romantic lies. should
be humdrum lawyer"
ms the only work worth doing,
Rolar' he told her Indignantly.
"The law Is tangled thing. and
always will be, because It's n hu.
man growth IFS the most com
plex, contradictory thing In the
world-except woman" he added
brightly. And that's what makes
It interesting"
20, know you love The law.
But that's what puzzles me. You're
normal In every way. and getting
n reputation for brilliancy--"
Thanks"
"And no I cant see why you
should let this one eccentricity run
away with you. It's utterly foolish
and serves no purpose. II you have
a natural talent for that sort OF
thing. why don't you make some
uge Of II? Why don't you write
noyelB?"
II can't, Rola. don't know why,
except that I'm naturally the oppo'
site OF Archie Fellows--I told you
about him--man ] knew In London
during the war. lie cant tell the
simplest story TO save his life; but
he's wizard at writing. Now, ]
cant do thing with paper and pen.
It's only in the middle Of a conver.
sation that a chance word strikes
spark In me-and ] have to
create"
swell, II you have to-"
He was aware Of new deter.
mined CLINT In her eyes Abruptly
she announced:
II haven't told dad or mother yet"
lie jumped up.
you haven't! Why not? j
thought you were going to do 1t
today?"
Il was going TO tell them. today,
and have them announce It in about
week. But your-your lies made
mo uneasy. ! decided to wait"
20, now, RoIar' he pleaded.
"And may never tell them. ]
win simply call 1t off-unless you
stick to the truth"
lie stared at her defiant eyes and
firm get mouth.
How can I, Rola? ] slip into a
story almost without knowing 1T.
1t isn't like other habits. ] pour
my drink and light my cigar, but
one Of my stories just pops out.
Now, can ] help that" His tone was
aegrieyed
"Of course you can help It! II
you can control the habit at the
office, you can control 1t elsewhere.
How often do you-create?'
"O-about twice week"
She pondcred.
Then I'll put you on truth diet
for month. That ought TO cure
you"
"A month, Rola, who ever told
the truth for a month";"
20, ordinary lies are all right.
You Knowles with purpose.
Everybody tells that kind. A nice
little lie In time doesn't hurt any
body and keeps away a dozen fool
sh questions. But your idle lies,
good for nothing, but to soothe your
yanlty-I should think you'd be
ashamed Of themv she said with
scorn. ...
But his mind was still intent on
her terrible verdict.
"A month"; he repeated DULY.
Eyes. This is the 29th. II you
stick TO the truth until midnight OF
the 29th of next month, I'll tell
dad and mother and have them an
nounce our engagement. And II
ou-create-before then, you must
come and tell me. Word Of honor.
And that will be the end-of every.
thing"
His voice had a ring OF pain. 20,
now. Rols! You wouldn't break ii
off for little thing like that?"
"Yes I would" Her face was
white. and she nodded implaeably.
For moment he forgot the or.
deal he faced, and thought only OF
hers.
You're brave little fighter,
Rola," he said softly. "All right,
It's up to me. Thirty days
He held open the door. As she
passed through, she paused.
Thirty days" she said; and sud.
denly kissed him
Thirty daysl
In anticipation IL had seemed ter
rible enough, but the reality was
worse. Like a man beginning a
fast. who Immediately conJures up
vision of thick. tender steaks.