San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-20
The Making Of
a Husband
a nm Lisle' s N e 10
Phase of Jim and
Anne'S Marital
Adventure
BY ANN Isle
Chapter IS.
BY ANN Isle


The storm went on raging while
Jeanne and l cleared the inner table
and washed the dishes. The wind
soughed around The Birches, and on9
or two of the windows ratified mo-
notonously in their easements. Jcanic
ran to the kitchen window and looked
out.
Look at the snow!'' she cried. 81
do believe four inches must have
fallen. How fast it comes, and how il
whirls and drifts. It's over the first
step out there by the side door,"
1T looks as if almost half foot
had fallen" i said. "But that isn't
possible. 1t can't be much after Z,
and it was nearly 4 when it began TO
snow"
Its almost o." Jeanie announced,
looking at her wrist watch.
"Tarasov ought to be back" I re-
piled.
"Wbo il Tarasov!" jeanne de-
manded.
"A Cossack," / replied. "He is the
man who loved the petite maman' of
the Valleau girls. He came back for
revenge on the person be fancicd re-
sponsible for his Rosine's death. That
person happened to be BERTHE Lingard.
You see, Lingard bought this place
and tore down the shack where Tara
soy was hiding his Rosine. And so
Tarasov tbought-in his primitive, il
logical way--that BERTHE had prac-
tically murdered Rosine, and that yen
gcance was his-Tarasov's Bertie's
mania took the form of thinking he
odght to avcnge himself on the pes
sons who were happy here where he
had failed"
Making you the storm-center of 4
movie mellerdrammer. Jeanne brote
in abruptly, with prcoccupied
laugh.
ut wasn't very funny / said.
catching myself back on the verge Of
revelations that would probably have
sent Jeanne into n panic of fear at the
thought Of spending a night alone and
unprotected in the very house where
such things had taken place. But lc-
fore the two of them got chance 20
fly at each others threats jim ok
planned a lot about the inscrutable
working Of fate, and the feud it
healed.
And you employ this Tarasov rs
sort of handyman around the
house:" cbuckled Jeanic.
10 hoe attanInI kipnenlf IN
To me. rather" / corrected.
.Teanic turned and stared at me
with hostility that melted into
scornful laughter.
EFT tn, Brutc?" was what she
said.
But ] gave serious explanation
in quiet good faith.
"Tarosov calls me Barbara
Lyovna.' T think that's according
10 the Russian custom. 1t means
barbara daughter Of Lee He
thinks nv fathers first name was
Lee and his form OF address evident
~ means that he has-sort of ac-
ceptcd me as one Of his own clan.
He is n combination Of a primitive
savage and aristOcrat.'
"Is Eat so:" Knocked Jcanie. "Wcll,
hope your primitive savage doesn't
turn on you and tear you to pieces.
which is n way with all brutcs. But
If I were you I'd watch out"
"Shall I put on record?' ]
asked. Feel like having some
music?"
Canned music, Mo-
.Ieanic spoke with irritable dis
taste and rose and went to tho win
dow with nervous movement Of
her shoulders. She pcered out for n
moment or two-and then lifted up
the handle OF the window and tried
10 open it. There was a moments
resistance. and then the glass doors
flew apart letting in n furious gust
Of wind and blowing books and
papers about in n mad dance. Jeanic
couldn't close the window until i
came to the rescue. IL took our com
bincd strength to bring the loaded
eashcs together again and fasten the
big French window. And when it
was finally done there was n little
mound of snow on the floor TO mark
the fury of the storm.
II was when ] looked Mt the track
less white outside and realized shat
the fey wind was in command of
forces Of snow and singing hail that
l realized how dangerous mission
Tarasoy had elected when he set out
for town.
Il hope Stub got home all right
before this storm got going Jeanne
said. scratching the frost off the
window pane and pecring out into The
darkness in an effort TO dcscry The
I1edgerow.
"Oh. he's home. of course" ! said.
There wasn't an inch of snow on
the ground when you came, and the
wind wasn't scrccching and cavorting
and blowing singing particles around
then. lie got home, and is probably
quietly and warmly in bed by now.
The person I'm worried about is poor
Tarasov-"
You make me tired. !" Jeanie crash
ed sngrily. Your background and
ancestry training have n way of
coming out now and then. You don't
bother about the fate of a great ar
fist like Nicholas Perry, but you
actually worry about n Cossack who's
only one degree better than an ami
mai. I hate commonncss. Annie!"
And I hate mental cheapness,' j
said.
Jeanne glared ut me for moment
Then she said in her icicst most
grande dame manner:
II may have 10 spend the night
in your home. don't have 10 spend
tho evening in your society. viii
YOU show me 10 my room! I'm no;
NJ all surnrispd nj Jim's-littlc Cx-