Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1924-11-28
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20. Doubleday. Page & Coz
By M. and R. M. TERRELL

~ best quarrel best. The climax
Is often divorce. The cause
is perhaps an excess, a surfelt Of love,
as well as ultimate hate.
1t was so with the John Henry
Wheelers. They were both still young,
they had only been married seven
years. But out In Laurelhurst they
had lived entirely too much together
Some husbands, with their bread-earn-
ing in the city, clear out for the day
and the wife has plenty Of time to
come back to her ante-marriage IL
lusions before man returns to be fed
in the evening
But John Henry was writer of
advertising. He was genius at con-
juring up those pat little phrases that
make one not only look twice at ma
tional advertisements, but, more i'm
portant--remembe them. Wheeler
did his best work at home, in his tiny
study. He went to the city only to
sell his wares He needed concentra-
ton to work. He got it, too much
with his wife. They rubbed elbows
too much every day, and all day.
So, this quarrel was the culmlna-
ton. The cause, the bone Of con-
tention, was a trihe, as II generally
is, the straw that broke the camels
back It was midnight when John
Henry got out of the marital bed,
dressed to the accompaniment Of Mrs.
Wheeler's tongue-and his own-and
left the house In furious rage. He
was In time to catch the midnight flyer
to town.
True to his threat, John Henry's
lawyer looked up his wifes lawyer
the next day and, John Henry and
Janet being too proud, too hurt, and
too stupid to back out, an actual d.
vorce in course of time ensued.
Wheeler insisted upon making ample
provision for his ex-wife's support,
and once free, moved to the city, to
his club, while Janet, now the laurel
hurst home was sold, went back to
her mothers out West-ln Chicago.
1t seems they couldn't get too far
apart
A year passed by. Excellent time
for the cooling of heels and, pTesum-
ably, hearts.
Old habits are hard to evade. John
Henry tasted the fruits Of bachelor
hood, and in time found the taste UNI
pleasant. He contented himself by
taking out his disgust and lonesome
ness in sardonic, ironical philoso-
ply which he distributed so freely
about his club that soon he was left
alone. Flirtations, madness, theaters,
dances, poker bouts and other male
like frivollties having gone by the
board with the barking cynicism, there
was nothing left but ingrowing
crouch.
The pendulum swings back. A
whole year had passed. II had been
spring when they separated; 1t was
spring now, that metamorphlc period
when emotions sway us most. This
time the good in John Henry began
to take seed and sprout In his heart
For two pins he would have written
out West, but such Is abomInable
pride, he didn't. He took his revenge
out In reading daily the personals in
the newspapers and sneerlng.
Derlslon grew to interest and that
to hope. Then one day he read what
he had long been looking fora per-
sonal 80 worded that 1t mirrored his
lonely heart. There was lack Of
mush to 1t, lnck Of sophistlcatlOn,
Of metropolitan bait and dare. OF
course II was absurd, he Of all men, but
John Henry answered It, anonymous
ly, leaving loopholes to retire, II the
thing was the usual trap.
II was answered in the same vein,
cautiously, anonymously, dear-slncere-
ly. John Henry tempted, fell Al
most. He wrote again TO the serial
number, but he didn't sign his name.
She answered. Other letters followed.
They revealed similaritles Of tenn
permanent and tastes; there were
chapters in the lives Of each that read
much the same both had been mar
rled, cat-and-dog existence, both
had been divorced, both were lonely
birds without q nest, neither had met
the perfect mate, neither had given up
hope. And, by the letters, both were
young enough to try again at the eter-
nal lottery.
You have guessed the storyf Per
haps. 1t Ia soon told.
Yes, they met. That was inevitable.
John Henry chose the spot. II was
at the Harlem end Of the park; the
least frequented and, in the lure Of
budding spring, the most delightful.
There Is an entrance from Central
Park West, the last, which takes you
into the heart well, you
know 1t, and II you don't, you should.
1t leads you to an Arcadian oasis In
the metropolitan desert
John Henry was there first. He
was too impatient to he polite. She
wasn't; she came ten minutes late.
Janet7 You aren't alone; perhaps
John Henry, too, in his heart Of hearts,
had somehow expected Janet But
1t wasn't.
Wheeler, his heart beating a mil
lion miles minute, bowed formally
to cover his emotion and tried, In as
few words as possible, to identify him
self
The lady removed her veil ! Wheel.
er took one searching look at the
young and comely woman before him
and, though a man. almost swonned