The Washington times., 1923-10-10
BY Ann Isle.
Whose Serials Of Married Life
Have Won > Big Popular
Success.
Copyright, 1924, King Features
Syndfcate. Inc.

kfT WON'T laughed But
the laugh was partly
rueful because Betty
could % easily foreten Jim's
actiOns even il she was Sweet
enough to gloss over his
absence az business. Z IN come
right over IL I may
II you may? Sit still and III
send your favorits cavalier over
to fetch you.'s
I'm all ready" ] protested.
Let me hop in q taxi and come
right along instead Of sitting
around and waiting for anyone
to cali for me-
ct is horrid to wait TO he
called for agreed Betty, holding
To her policy Of explaining me TO
myself just when I realized I
was likely to say too much. Run
right down and han taxi on the
street, and BY the time you get
here wen all be in q reception
committee frame Of mind. I'm
SO glad you're coming. Now its
going to be = nice party"
Whereupon, I said goodbye and
hurried down to secure my taxi.
But although I chided myself for
supersensitiveness, couldn't
help realizing as we drove over to
Betty's, that Betty's treatment Of
me was more tactful and
gracious version than Carlotta's.
CarIotta's offer to stand by II
needed a friend, was downright.
ana had a bit Of her old fam
boyance. Betty, without hurting
me by calling spade a spade.
had stood by and helped with 9
tacit expression OF her determine
ton to come between me and my
domestic troubles.
But it comes to this:
Our world is beginning to rec
ognize Jim's infatuation for Ruth
Gregory. And our world takes
it seriously enough to pity me.
IA DESPERATE MOOD.
The mood Of desperation calm
ing into philosophy with which I
had received my maids announce
nent that jim wouldn't be home
till late, received. But I set my
teeth and determined that !
wasn't going to make myself
miserable. arrived at Betty's
with a grim determination to get
all possible enjoyment out OF the
evening. And / found everyone
ready to help me.
Since we were three men to two
women, Park insisLed on drawing
lots for places. And when he
drew the place between Betty and
Ralph, while Mr.. Stanley was be-
tween Betty and me. and Ralph
on my right, Park shook his fist
at the ceiling and cried melo-
dramatically:
Betsy Jane, If you think you
can comfort me for my banish-
ment from Mrs. Anne Harrison's
side, you're wrong. I'm a spoiled
child. want to sit next to the
vision in orchid. I'm the mascu-
line baby of this party. want to
be given by own way. Look at
that beautiful Mrs. Anne Harri-
son. Gaze upon her hair like
spun gold. See her blush. Betsy
Jane, what's a mere gorgeous
green jade goddess like you to q
boy who can remember when you
were the beauty Of your debu.
tante year? I want to
You want to get your face
pushed in" interrupted Peter
Stanley gravely and with SAVIOR
faire at variance with his slang.
"And I'm one Of those little-hut-
oh-my chaps that will do 1t II you
don't behave. When a child like
you is allowed at the table with
his elders, he has to be good.
And sitting next to the hostess
and near Lacy is honor enough"
was grateful Cor the nonsense
which gave me the chance to re-
cover my poise. The perfect cam
araderie between the three men
took the form OF burlesqueing
everything all though dinner
Betty and I found ourselves gig
Cling like school children at
Parks plaintiveness and Mr.. STAN
ley's critical severity. And Ralph
assuming benignant fatherly
attitude-referred the quarrels
and kept the boys" in order.
BY the end Of the meal, over
which we fingered. everyone was
in fine fettle. And suddenly Park
suggested that il there was one
thing in the world we needed It
was to HE us to cool roof and
have dance or two. It was on
the tip of my tongue to protest.
But I caught just one word
spoken very low in Ralph Lacy's