Judge — February 28, 1914 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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THEY had been married a year. During a three-months tour abroad the honeymoon had been prolonged beyond the usual period, for they were very fond. On their return they entered into the dizzy- ing swing of society, which these days is incidentally a picturesque part of the white-light whirl. His vocation was simply that of killing time, if one can call it simple, and hers was much the same, although a woman is always busier at it than a man. At the end of six months they seldom met at home. Still, they kept up acquaintance and at times became quite fond of each other again. He would run across her, or she would en- counter him, each being with a comrade or kindred spirits, at some special opera night, some show at the Garden, in some cabaret or elsewhere along illuminated ways peopled by the smart as well as by those who live upon the smart. Occasionally, as suggested, when they thus met, the novelty of the thing impressed them. At such times they had some- thing of that mutual attraction that brought them together originally. And with one impulse they would disentangle themselves for the moment and ride home together, almost or quite in love with each other. But these vagrant impressions seemed no more lasting than those each received in association with various vivacious per- sons with whom they separately mingled. So at the end of their first year of married life they had settled into relations some- thing like those of casual acquaintances. On the afternoon of this first anniversary she came in under some unusual excitement, and glancing into his den as she passed was surprised to see him sitting idly there. Throw- ing off her wrap she ventured in and sat with him. SAUUnan nace na ua eacecaaecaceanecuauaneecearecateaeteaetea ease eaca cease cea eae ents A Honeymoon Reflection By J. A. WALDRON ETM “How does it happen, dear, that you are home?”’ she asked. “Oh, I haven’t got out yet, don’t you know. Didn’t come in till all hours this morning. With a beastly dancing party last night, and they kept it up. I’m going to cut some of this all-night stuff. But what’s the matter with you, girlie? You seem a bit flustered.’’ “Tam. Icame in late, too, and had to go out early.” “But you look fetching, really !’’ “Do I?”” “I should say so!’’ lounged back, lighting a cigarette. seem a bit excited!’’ “T had a party at the opera last night. Blanche and her husband, and a cousin of his, Harold Johnstone. And after- ward they insisted on going to that new place, Ali Baba’s Cave, you know, where there’s Oriental dancing. Awful. raw, isn’t it?” “Just medium, I should say. Nothing like it in the Orient, though. Glad you had some one with you.’’ “And they insisted upon dancing, Blanche and the rest, and oung Johnstone got mushy—sentimental—with me, and. I'd only just met him!’’ “Rather a rusher, eh? But you can take care of yourself, I guess."’ “Don’t you know I can? But that isn’t what I’m so wor- ried about. Everybody is going to Florida, and some of the girls are taking their husbands.’’ “I’ve noticed the girls and chaps are thinning out — the bet- ter ones. Yes.”” “And if I go, I suppose I must go alone.”” He reached over and kissed her, and “But why are you so—you comicbooks.com