The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-09-17

his handsome wife. 1t was Of Sat
- 2. urday, half an hour after the
n matinees had let out. The streets
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MA we're jammed with the limousine3
AN%S OF the luxurious. the rafting road
syYsSS% ssx1E sters OF the semis and the snappy
W xHMW towncars OF the dennis.
N& Traffic along the sidewalks was
more congested. crowds ebb.
~ ing south and flowing north, turn.
III ing in and out OF the Sits OF door
ways and of and on at crossings.
, Fosdiok and his wife had ended
an acrimonious argument. She had complained
that, at q house party the night before, Fos-
dick had paid conspicuous attention to Mrs Lani-
gan. the vito of OF his clients. Fosdck had
insisted that IT. was for business reaSpns; Mrs.
Fosdick had protested that It was for monkey-
business reasons.
In order to comprehensively carry on and carry
out 10 fit conclusion such dispute man ana
wife must get good running start by turning back
into one anothers past iniquites and obliquitie,
perhaps even one another's pedigrees and other
antecedents. This had been thoroughly done, so
that, the Fosdicks made their common way 10
the Dig alley, there was mauslaughter in, each
heart of theirs aud carbolic acid IN each artery.
Things each had thought for years had come
forth at last lacked out by the toothon.tooh pro-
Now each knew that the other had been buo.
bling with venom for years; each knew that the
other had been a complete disappointment and a
horrible failure. At last the Fosdicks understood
one another There was nothing to say. Eos
dick lacked the manhood to declare himself ou
and leave her then and there. Mrs. Fosdck wouldnf
have left him or let him go now for Rockefeller
millions--it was too sweet, having a man who
hated her handcufed to her, whero she could gloat
and tantalize and still use him.
And Fosdick. biting his teeth, gripping his stick
with the garrotlng hold he would have given soma.
thing to have on her throat, raised his chin.
Walking along in that mlncing pit-pat which
waa characteristic of her famous and specious
stage trip. was Polly Marlin. She wore the poke.
bonnet that was at once fashionable enough to. bs
up to her position and simple enough to be apropos
of her type" Many eye turned to stare at
her, for she was Of the most pronounced style OF
what Broadway regards beautiful
Fosdicks other hand almost reached out TO
touch her. At this moment. to be so close to the
one feminine thing on earth that he adored, that
he hungered forl
The erowd-about him stopped curb had been
reached few feet ahead and traffic IN midstreet
was running across its path. Fosdck rolaxel
shakily. He turned his head and shot his wife a
look. Then. before she could turn and catch him
at it, for her head was aimed elsewhere to show
her Independence" he reyolyod his gaze to the
other side
And there, looking up into his face, was Jane
Locke.
Before him was the woman he loved to his
right was Che woman who loved him. to his left
was the woman he had married-the one whom
he had never loved and who had never loved him
Traffic changed with the whistle The cars
were st9yed now and the pedestrians were crawl.
ing. Fosdck cTawled with the pedestrians-with
the three other pedestrians who had done so much
to him and unto whom he had done so much
There vas the sum-up of all the dramas that
had made that street the thoroughfare It was;
The man who loved a woman.
The woman who loved man.
The woman and man who couldn't love ono AN.
other.
Three plays without one happy ending, yet
three plays without one real sim
Fosdck fell into a little revere. He forgot for
the momenI-how he loved Polly, how Jane loved
him, how he hated Nina and how Nina hated him
As we do, so often, in moments OF greatest ten
slon he began to think OF things that didn't nat.
ter at all, that had no bearing on the situation.
Somehow he was thinking, just then, how mis-.
erably traffic was managed on Broadway ana
what shame It was that tax.paying citizen
couldn't move along He was interrupted by his
wife.
Welfare you going to take me to dinner?"
she snapped.
Fosdick came to, He saw that Polly had drawn
two rows Of bodies ahead OF him. as she was
slight and small He had drawn pace ahead OF
Jane as he was strong and heavy His wife wiz
sti clinging to his arm.
"oh, guess So" he answered
And he steered her into afrestaurant, where
other men sat with other women-the women they
loved or the women who loved them or the
women they married.