Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1925-09-03
SEQUEL TO Die FLAppER WIFE

Ulysses Forgan's house was ,fW
out on the Plains Road, hidden from
the highway by a tall hedge. As
he and May drove mp to it late that
afternoon, a sound Of music come
family to their cars. tie haunt
ing wall of jazz PLAYED or. 4 phono-
graph.
"Thc kids beat US to it.
They're here already" Ulysses re
marked as he drew the car up be-
fore the broad steps. "By jove
you'd think they'd get tire dof dane
ing sometimes. But they never do!
The afternoon was rainy, and al
though it was only five o'clock, the
moth-gray twilight was setting
down like fog. From the windows
of the south wing lights cleaned.
"What a wonderful place you
have herew May cried, as she step
ped out upon the smooth lawn and
looked around her.
All one side Of the house was n
sunken garden. On the other was a
tennis court, and beyond that 4
square swimming pool.
81 like it," Ulysses said modcstlv.
give lived here all my life, you see.
This was my grandfather's farm. or
course, Eve fixed it up a bit"
lie offered May his arm with an
0ld-fashioned courtesy that she Xix
ed and they went up the steps to-
Gether.
In the white-paneled hall a wood
fire burned brightly, and a bowl Of
late roses shed their sweetness on
the warm fresh air. Through wide
d0orways, May could see other
rooms. firelit library, and a
dining-room agleam with silver and
old mahogany.
This is the hOmies5 house Pve
ever SEEN" May said. slipping out
Of her coat. ut makes me feel
happy just to be here. and I'm
not saying that just to be polite.
! mean it. love your home"
Ulysses shook his head. at takes
a woman to make a house a home"
lie replied. "a house needs mis-
tress."
but there's Sally" May began.
Ulysses smiled grimly.
"This isn't home to Sally. It's
just the place where she parks her
lipstick and gets her telephone
calls" he said. "She doesn't sleep
here half the time. Usually she
spends the night with some girl
friend or other She says we
live too far out from town. Kccps
teasing me to sell the place"
He stopped talking, and looked
at May quizzically.
"You don't want to go in there,
do you?" He ierked his thumb in
the direction of the sunroom beyond
the library. Through the glass
doors that led to it May could see
the flash of dancing figures.
"They're making a terrific racket.
Suppose we sit here by the fire and
TALK"
He drew two arm chairs up before
the fire, and May sank into one Of
them. Ulysses lit cigar, and stood
putting at it and looking down at
her.
what am l going to do with my
girl, Mrs. SEYMOUR he asked pres
emily. "Here she is at eighteen.
wild as baby tiger. Doesn't know
how to do anything but dance like
a chorus girl, paint herself up like
one, and smoke ciraget after cigaret
all day long"
May looked thoughtfully at the
fire.
"The smoking's bad for her health
paint will spoil her skin. But.
but | believe in dancing. It's heal
thy exercise for young, healthy
bodies"
She laughed, and her eyes shone.
"You see, / dance, myself" she
explained. $50 l defend dancing.
TO be honest, I smoke cigarets.
sometimes, too. Rotten habit, but
still do it. And. l have been.
known to paint my lips"
He said nothing, and she went
on: "But all the same, if l had a