San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-01-07

times. Someone saw him in Paris. An.
other in Rome. A third in Vienna.
And so it went. / suppose he would
have remained perpetual wanderer
except that in the third year he made
the acquaintance of RosamuHd Starr
in a famous South American city.
Now at some time in his experience
every man meets a Rosamund Starr.
To me the Rosamund STAIRS are like
these gorgeous French confections-
enhancing to look upon, but slightly
disappointing on further acquaintance,
and with n definite capacity for Great
ing an aftermath of Indigestion. Her
husband-oh, yes, there was Mr..
Starr, there always is--was in the ex-
porting business, which necessitated
frequent trips to places where the &C
commodations were far from the best.
Quite naturally he did not even re
motcly consider taking his fragile wife
along on his exhausting trips. Where
fore Rosamund. the fair, endured his
ab-ences in solitary state at a highly
expensive and highly comfortable
hotel.
In her own peculiar way she enjoyed
herself very much indeed, which is to
say. that. trailing around in her her
wishful' blue eyes, she poured the story
of her sad and lonely life into listening
ears, preferably with soft strains Of mu-
sic in the background. and always into
masculine ears. Women, yon know.
casting an appraising eye upon the
gowns and Jewels which the neglected
Mr. Starr provided, were apt to fall CON
spicuously short of the desired attitude
of sympathy.
As one dowdy little woman put II
bIuntly, My dear--if my husband did
as we'll by me as yours seems to, j
could spare him all the time -
Or as the tired mother of three
handsome children once said. Have a
child or two, Mrs. Starr, and then You
will be too busy to be lonely"
Practical advice was not at all what
the beautiful young Mrs. Starr desired.
But with the men it was different. Any
one of them, looking into Rosamund
Starts wistful eyes and seeing the
droop Of her mouth. understood imme
diately how sad her life was.
And it could have been so differ
emit" would sigh Rosamund, pressing
a scented bit OF linen to her lips, with
a side look at her companion to make II
personal.
Just unconscious pose, that was alI.
Rosamund was really very fond Of the
absent Mr.. Starr. More than that. she
would not have exchanged him for spy
of those favored ones with whom she
carried on her delicate flirtations. CO.
lectively they supplied a definite need,
individually she cared nothing for them.
They served he one and all merely
as an outlet for her taste for dramatics
Even for Rodney Thorne with his
dark looks she cared nothing. "One OF
the serious ones :" she summed him up,
and spared a wistful thought for jovial
Dicky Starr. yOyaging up malarial
rivers in the interior on q still hunt for
coffee and rubber products. Dicky
didn't have to be entertained and divert
ed Dickey never brooded over far-off
things. Dickey was always cheerful.
Dickey was-well, Dicky was Dicky TO
Rosamund Starr. A person who wor-
ried over her habit Of staying out in the
night air with unprotected throat, and
who suffered during her brief illnesses |
more than she did. 4 person who knew
her as she really was. and with whom
she did not have TO pretend. Altogether