The Glenwood post., 1924-01-10

taking Susan far away while she was
impersonating such lively lady as MI.
Hutchins of Nome had suggested she
was impersonating and admit that
l was gil; d was to give her tit for tat,
SO to speak. since my September sched
ule called for me to be Winston Bop
pie, lady killer and flirt. After few
evenings Of coaching by George Tithers
was sure would be able to carry my
Bopple role In a manner that would
not cause Susan the least monotony.
Two or three of the ladies In our
summer colony seemed quite willing to
assist me in giving the part verisimili-
tude.
When Susan arrived she gave me one
kiss and hurried to her room, but
Amelia Tithers paused moment.
you'll be surprised |" she whispered.
"Susan ID doing 1t 80 wonderfully
And our little practice trip came OF
splendidly. You'll never again think
Of Susan a 4 stodgy, stupid married
old-thing sort Of person. You Just
waitl"
When Susan came down to dinner I
was indeed surprised. turned from
Amelia Tithers, with whom had been
doing my best to hirt, and gasped.
Such-well, such lack of clothes;
Such abundance Of long earringsi
.The vampire-type~ breathed Amelia
Tithers. "Doesn't she do it wellr'
She didl For few September days
I did try to flirt with some of our
female neighbors, but before a week
was up found had enough to do in
making love to Susan and in trying to
crowd between her and the men who
seemed to take her masquerading in
earnest. We had one row, with Susan
in slithy coils-so to speak-on the
chaise Tongue, when 1 told her what
I thought of her conduct and she
called attention to mine, but we kissed
and made up like young lovers. The
next minute she was vamping old
Horatio Peabody, the silly old fool!
And had to make eyes at his stuffy
old wife in self-defense. 1t was. in
deed, a hasty and hectic month, as
George Tithers said.
"Thank Heaven" l said to George
on the last day of September, 'this
month is over. hope Susan is to be
something respectable in October"
81 say, you knowl' George exclaimed
"You don't know that wife OF mine.
Up and doing, what? Always little
bit more, what? Spread bit more
sail-that's her motto, If you get me-
You mean to tell me" gasped.
"Well, rather!" exclaimed George
Tithers. "Upward and onward, so tc
speak"
He was right Amelia must have told
him. "Well educated show-girl who is
not just sure she has married the
right man." was what Amelia had cast
Susan for in October. 1t was with the
greatest difficulty that / was able tc
maintain my role of man who re-
gretted his past and was seeking his
sOlace In good books. 1t was indeed
hard for me to sit with the second vol
ume of Henry Esmond and see Susan
making merry with half a dozen brain
less noodles while her clothes wert
practically an Indictment to unseeml!
levity.
at has been a lovely month";" Susal
said at its close. ~ did feel so free
hope you're to be something retiring IL
November. I'm to be"
"What?" ] snarled. do believe
snarled.
"Wait and seer she said.
The next evening when 1 returned
| from, honk CrIS 7 fol
into chair and stared at her. She
who had never used rouge had uset
1t too, too abandonedly. Her gown
can only describe 1t by saying tina
even Mrs. Hinterberry, who goes wha
Is practically the limit, would hav'
hesitated to wear 1t.
Like the countess Of Duxminster
Amelia T4thers breathed in my ear
"Chic. yes?"
1 shuddered. had read Of th'
countess Of Duxminster; 1t was she witt
gave the notorious party at which sh,
lost thirty thousand pounds sterling
and then bet all her garments-ant
lost And this was but November, ant
Amelia Tithers' motto was Spread I
bit more sail,' and there were MIN
more impersonations on Susan's list !
closed my eyes and groped for tn,
stair bannisters. When reached tn
upper floor lodged for the stairs tina
led to the storeroom. There, in row
were the twelve trunks. Number
was not there; was evidently in Su
sans boudoir. For a moment I stoo,
before trunk Number o. 1t was un
locked; so were they all. I put m
hand on the lid and hesitated. Afte
all / could guess what might be Il
trunk Number 8. l might as wei
know the worst. staggered to trun
Number 18.
: Now, l trust am not a coward, bu
l did not dare open the lid of tina
trunk. A dozen times drew dee
breath and a dozen times hesitatet
. turned to trunk Number IL, to Nun
ber II.
Augustus" said to myself. ''be