San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-14

The Making Of
a Husband
Ann Lisle's N e ~
Phase of Jim and
Anne's Marital
Adventure
BY ANN Isle
Chapter 80

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In the emotional stress of discover
ng that trifles were disappearing from
ny closet and bureau and that circum-
stances pointed to May AValleau as the
ene person who could have taken
them, / found myself beginning
critical examination of our whole way
If living.
L can't judge May. / can see how
AFRAID she was to let Arlette starye
tor beauty.
l can't judge Jeanne. 1 can see how
she, too, was starving for beauty.
And Nicholas Perry, artist and
glorious physical specimen of intelli-
gent and charming manhood, stands as
the symbol of what May Valleau
might well fear for her little sister,
Arlette.
Is Mr.. Perry figure to bring
dread to Pats soul, or is b. Il. right
when he says that Pat IS one of those
men who appreciates his wife the
men?
With all this on my mind. I went
to the telephone and called Jeanne,
And Wien she answered the telephone,
plunged right into the matter l had
on my mind.
"Jeanie, you gave us all fine
scare yesterday" said abruptly. why
didn't you come to lunch?'
Now, Anne, don't be childish"
yeanie replied suavely. ''You know
I'm not overly anxious to have any
dealings with jim"
But you gave Pat the impression
you were coming to lunch with u.s."
But, my dear child, didn't / ex-
plain in my note that | was being
diplomatic when / did thaty' Jeanie
asked impatiently. 81 didn't want TO
queer any business deals with Neal
and 3. T."
How did you amuse yourself yes
terday with Mrs. Cruikshank? !
asked severely.
4 II didn't see her." Jeanie said with
pwhat was either naivete or brazcn ef.
Ixrontery.
You didn't see herr" 1 gasped.>
%No. She was i'll. Had one of her
headaches. Arlette was sitting with
the old lady. 1t appears that when
Mrs. {. has one of her headaches no
one except Arlette is allowed within
a mile of her. And / found poor Mr..
Perry in terrible way"
Why, had he a headache, too" ]
asked with heavy-handed sarcasm.
"Oh, my dear, he had no one to
pose for him, no one to clean up the
studio, no one to get his lunch"
Jcanie answered so simply and spoil
taneously that / realized suddenly and
| almost reverently how completely
naive she was-likc q school girl talk
ing about her first ''crush."
so i suppose you did all the
homework" said, not supposing any
thing Of the sort.
Jeanie's answer actually "flabber-
/ gasted" me. No other expression can
paint my feelings.
"Mr. Perry helped" she said. "He
| decided that it wasn't good day for
| painting. The light was too clear AMI
crude and unshadowcd. SO he swept
and busted and | cleared up bit. And
we put up a lunch and went chest
nutting in the little grove at the side
| of the studiO-right at the edge of the
woods. 1t was lovely"
"Wcll. bless my soul :" I said under
my breath. "Of all the babes in the
| woods
"No-it was right on the edge of
| the woods" Jcanie explained eagerly,
catching only half my words. II must
show you the place. The chestnuts are
| about over everywhere else. But the
. frost was late there. 1t is the lowell
est sheltered spot between two hills
just back from the road, but as hid
den as il it were miles away. Ano
Mr.. Perry was telling me it's only
hundred yards from the Valleau cot
tage on the one side and about n dozen
/ yards further from Ieke Schmidt's
place on the other. I'm so glad you
moved to the Birches, Anne. I'm hay
ing such fun. Stub is coming to town
today to tafc me to see the exhibition
OF ctchings by that new Frenchman
/ whose things are so lovely"
"WhoY / asked bouncing on that
peculiar Stub" I'd wondered to hear
Jeanne use.
II don't know his name. It's French.
Begins with r think" was Jcanie's
chuckling reply. II must run now,
dear. don't want to be late. You see,
| I'm going to drive over to the juno.
ton and meet Mr.. Perry on the two
seven. So long"
80 long," said, letting the re-
ceiver drop from limp hands.
"Well-Jeanie has not only taken
a leaf out of b. us book" / told
myself, but she has swallowed the
book, covers and all. l wonder how
much of this ought to tell jim"
The question was still unanswered
wheE Jim came home for dinner.
Ito BE Continued