Evening star., 1932-01-01

"You were pretty awful, Stan!
think you might have been different
on your wedding night"
ones watching her in the glass. Its
the other things. Things you SAID,
STAN"
Stan opened his cigarette case. He
took out cigarette and snapped the
case shut. He tapped the cigarette on
his thumb nail and lit 1t with his
patent lighter. All with great deliber-
alton. But Judy knew, somehow, that
Stan was not so cool as he looked. Her
words made him tense, apprehenSive.
The gaze which met her own in the
glass was yelled and watchful.
What things2 What did I say,
Judy2"
She turned to face him Morning
light fell across her face. It was pale
and the gray-blue eyes were wide and
honest as the eyes Of child. In her
heelless bed room slippers, with her hair
ruf1ed like that, she was like child,
tall slim child Stan found himself
thinking, even in the midst of his own
warinesS.
Tell me what said, Judy"
"You paved me. And you said
was-I was sweet"
Ou oAlOuldIlb NC oSAS NS 1AAS ava
that" He tried to grin.
You said I was a sweet wench to
appear to a man in hell"
Stan took a deep puff Of the cigarette.
II said that?"
Yes. And when asked you what
you meant, you wouldn't tell me. You
said you wouldn't let any woman make
fool Of you"
"I was awfully plastered, Judy"
The offended dignity was ebbing
away from the girl. The bracing anger,
the clean-cut emotions of the night be-
fore were fading. She felt forlorn and
himself-so kingly standing there, trim
and poised, smoking and watching her
| with self-possessed eyes.
You said If I ever didn't love you
you'd twist my head Off"
STAINS teeth were white in the tan Of
his face Cant blame me for that,
Judy! If wasn't jealous of you, you
wouldn't believe I loved you"
1T wasn't jealousy" Judy felt the
tears coming and she was furious with
herself. Why couldn't she talk like this
without bawling! Girls who cried when
they got mad were always at a disad-
vantage. 1T was your own confounded
pride 1t was rotten Of you'll A terrible
night! You frightened me and you were
dreadful"
Poor little Judy! Poor scared mis-
cradle bride!" Stan was laughing at
her His arms went around her in spite
of her effort to push him away, and
even through the laughing tenderness
Of his voice. even through the careless
bantering note, she SenSed some deep
relief In his mind.
She resented his easy mastery of her.
| Resented his manner of forcing her lips
up for his kiss.
"Why did you say that? 1t was a
funny thing to say, Stan-that you were
! a man in hell"
What else did I say Judy?"
That's all. But why"
"Oh, draltng, use your head! was
plastered, tell you. But I'll never do 1t
again! Next time we're married I'll be
as sober as judge, swear it!'
II think you're horTid!"
And I think you're sweet. Even
though you do fight with me before
| breakfast in the morning! Judy, kiss
me" His voice was the old COM
pelling voice which had always the
power to make her heart race. She
fought against the nearness Of him,
fought against the stir Of her own
blood. A flame kindling within her,
thought that she had a right to be here
in his arms. Stan, impulsiyely, moody,
charming and all her own. Even as
she was his own. His wife. She
yielded to his arms, and in her mind
| flung away doubt and anger, as his
mouth pressed down on her own.
Comforting and thrilling to be sit
| ting across the breakfast table from
Stan, watching the country slip by out
! side the train windows. He was his
most charming self Anticipating her
wishes. Putting himself out to be en-
| tertaining. Thrilling her with deep,
understanding looks when the conVer-
sation dropped to tenderness or his
hand brushed her own across the table.
Her eyes caressed him; for perhaps
the thousandth time she notGed-ano
loved-the clean-cut line in hich his