Evening star., 1926-06-06

Some instinct fought against a cares'
which might be made a subject oI
jest later on.
Every ono told her the Pcdlers were
terribly clever" and she had no doubt
Of It after a. few encounters.
| She knew that her wedding plans
amused the Pedlers. They thought
there was something funny In Bills
being married before an altar In tho
Church OF st. Verona-something ter
ribiy funny. They commented on that
so freely and on the absurd picture
Bill would make that some of the first
feeling Gale had, of rather tremulous
delight in the occasion, waned and
changed into slight nervousness. In
the presence OF the Pedlers she never
dwelt on her wedding. They thought
all formalities extremely ridiculous.
/ As for what Gale thought, nobody
inquired. She and her mother pre-
pared her lovely trousseau.
bill is very nice but very disorder
ly," said Mrs. Mullin to her daughter;
''you must cure him of that. lie
drops ashes all over everything. and
he puts his cigarette stubs anywhere. 3"
"Those aren't very important
faults" argued Gale.
mo. unless they are Indications of
| other kinds of disorderliness, which
might be serious. / wish sometimes.
darling, that you We're marrying into
a family more like our own
I'D marry Bill no matter what fam
| ily he belonged to-if he wanted me.
| Besides. what does it matter? We're
| to live by ourselves. We set our own
standards Wen make our own habits
of living"
lust so YOU do said her mother
rather vaguely.
The days went on. with the Mullins
sewing and arranging for wedding
| preparations which would come within
| the scope of modest expenditures and
vet be adequate. and the Pedlers in
creasinsly full OF amusement at the
thought of Bills approaching nuptials.
Bill got into a way of being Jocuiar
about it himself, but he was very easy
and pleasant through the ceremony.
Afterward when the afternoon train
was bearing them off TO another city
he looked across the compartment at
his wife and said, smiling:
well, the great and often-frustrated
attempt to live happily ever after has
once more begun"
Then he saw Gales eyes hlllng with
tears.
"Why, Gale dear. what's the mat
ter?"
Don't make fun of being married, ."
begged Gale, mot today"
Bill took her into his arms and
soothed her. 1t occurred 10 him even
then that he was going to nave ms
own problem with a wife who Ger
tainly had no sense Of humor. But
he was kind. -,
You must learn to take joke,
he warned her kindly. You mustn't
be so horribly dead in earnest every
moment. And, darling. DO try NOT
I,.;r oil
At that something in Gale curled
ND in pride or shame and the tears
were gone But it was. on the whole,
a delightful wedding trip. There was
no doubt that they loved each other
deeply.
AIR. ALIENS apartment was all
4VA Bill had known it would be. 1t
was arranged charmingiy. beautifully
| convenient, and service went with 1t.
| Gale. who had come from home
with one servant and with two Ori-
entail rugs which were taken seriously.
| found it's luxury very interesting.
Her housework was nothing. All she
| had to do was to be sure that there
| was plenty of food and flowers about.
The rest of her duties as house
| wife or apartment wife were largely
| social. Bill liked people ana, as ne
| pointed out, it was splendid chance
| to entertain every one they knew.
| Because heaven knows where we II
| be living this time next year
But shouldn't we be thinking
about that?" asked Gale.
"Oh, we will when we get around
| to it. Aren't you comfortable
"Awfully."
"And we've two months here yet
at the least"
Two months. Gale realized. seemed
a long and settled period to Bill. To
her, two months were only a frac-
| tional part of q year. which was the
period over which most things should
| be arranged and budgeted. Doubtless
| that habit of mind came from her
| father.
| Gale had never worried about what
| living arrangements would be from
one year to the next, and neither
had Bill but from different motives.
| However, when Gale realized that
not only was their home temporary
but that Bill considered his position
as temporary, she began to have
some meditative hours when she
curled up on the end of the soft vel.
| vet divan in the library-living-room