Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-03-28

/ This husband of yours. he in
quired. Where is he? Why wasn't
he here to take this matter up with
the burglar" She bit her lip.
| "He's-he's angry with me-" she
said. Il had man in for tea yes
terday. and he came home and found
out. He was very angry. He is dread
fully jealous"
and rightly. Very properly" said
Jerry.
but he's so unreasonable. The
| man was q friend of my brothers.
I've known him for years"
"One's beautiful wife does not enter
| tain her brothers friends at tea"
Jerry remarked. sagely. 1T isn't done
There have been plays about that sort
of thing" She pouted, and he ad-
mired her for being able to pout so
charmingly.
He's probably sitting in some club
drinking" she said. when he's hor
rid he drinks and when he drinks he's
more horrid than ever"
Jerry was facing the glass again.
He had discovered that his silk waist
coat--which was his own--was unin-
jured He was thinking Of the Cor
dons at their salad course. He was
| wondering how he could get to
Eleventh street for dessert. Here he
stood in the remains of what had been
the last respectable evening clothes In
the city.
How big man is your husband?"
he asked.
The girl inhaled sharply and made
a little noise in her throat.
Obi she gasped. "oh. you
wouldn't
Jerry's eyebrows Jumped up an
inch.
Fighting with him? Good heavens,
no. I was just wondering about your
husbands evening clothes"
"Why-Wut, of course, that's 1t.
You take Harry's clothes. If he had
been home on time, he would have
had to fight the burglar, anyway. It's
only right. OF course!" She rose and
trotted into the next room. He could
hear her rummaging about.
LIE took out his watch, brushed
away particles of the broken
crystal, and observed that ii was 10
the dessert, but held out high hopes
for a demi-tasse. He began trying
out lie about having been called sud
denly to the bedside of dying rela-
tive. An impoverished aunt, he
thought, would do very nicely. In
Yonlkers or Tenafiy or some such
place. Aunt Emily Local
color about time tables came to his
fertile mind. He saw the lie taking
form
The girl burst in with her arms full
Of clothes.
Hes just about your size" she
painted. isn't 1t lucky? It served
him right too I'm just glad you're
going to take his things. The idea of
leaving me here alone with only the
maids! And they locked themselves
right up in the kitchen as soon as l
, mentioned the burglar" She threw
the precious clothes on the chaise
Tongue
THE bath is through that door
there" she said. You'll find towels
and things" She went out and closed
the door behind her.
Jerry Tinker burst into feverish
activity. In not more than a minute
and half he had yanked himself out
of bud Perry's erstwhile clothing. He
ia shed to the bathroom, ran a basin
full of cold water and plunged his
whole head into it, came up splutter-
ing, cropping for a towel He dried
his face and found it, fortunately. I'M
harmed. He Strengthened his hair.
In the absence of a brush he wrapped
towel about his hand and he fat
tened his locks into something re-
sembling their earlier smoothness. He
slithered his hands in soapsuds, ran
cold water on them, dried them. In
another instant he was back in the
ooudoir. transferring studs from one
shirt to another with lightning fingers.
Progress was splendid. He felt that
he might miss the demi-tasse. but he
was reasonably sire of arriving in
time to join the ladies'.
He had the shirt on and fastened
and the tie smoOthed into a neat bow.
He was just getting into the trousers
when sound from below came to his
ears. 1t was not a pleasant sound
not sound that made for great nerv-
Gus quiet or peace of mind.
1t was the sound of the husband of
he house. engaged, from the sugges-
tions that filtered through the door.
in a correct imitation of a sea lion.