Judge — April 18, 1914 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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se ELL, mother,”’ asked Jonathan Grayling, ‘‘are you going into the city to-day? Grayling Gables was a motor hour from New York in the Jersey uplands. “Of course!’ was his wife’s reply. “What a question!” “But Caleb says your limousine is out of commission.’ Caleb was Mrs. Grayling’s chauffeur. “‘What’s the matter with the other cars?"" “There are three disabled, and the only sound one in the garage this morning is the big touring car."’ ‘Who disabled ’em, Jonathan?"" ‘How do I know? Joshua says it’s wear and tear." was Grayling’s chauffeur. “Huh! But there's very little wear and tear on my !imou- sine.’" “You go into town every day, my dear, don t you?”” ling’s tone was apologetic. “Just as you do, Jonathan. to-da: “But am I to walk in?" “No. You may go with me. you say.’’ “Ah, yes! Why not? I hadn’t thought of that. But sup- pose I want to come home earlier than you, or vice versa?”’ “You can hire a car until my limousine is ready again, I should think!" Joshua Gray- I'll take the big touring car I'll put you down wherever Merely an Episode By J. A. WALDRON x “‘Why—yes, of course. Shall Joshua drive us in?” “No. Caleb. driver."” Neither wished the other to know the truth. Both were dance crazy. Grayling’s habits had induced social lethargies, and gout had hailed him. His physician had prescribed horseback riding. His horse threw him twice without injuring anything but his pride, but that was enough. “I say, doctor, isn’t there something else as good?’’ he asked. “There's something better. Funny I didn’t think of it be- fore. Go and dance.’ The doctor danced. And Grayling began to dance. The gayety of the dancing environment fascinated him, and he was soon ‘‘better.’’ He would have felt guilty if he had not suspected that Mrs. Gray- ling was up to the same game. Strangely they never met in this dissipation. The world sometimes is really a big place. Mrs. Grayling was younger, the more enterprising, and naturally the more accomplished. If she couldn’t find a partner for the maxixe in one place, she discovered one for the Peru- vian tango in another, and one-step or innovation furlana, bos- ton, half and half, aeroplane waltz or what-not, she tried them all. And the whole Grayling family was dancing. There were two daughters—Lucy, eighteen, who looked sixteen, and Hilda, fourteen, who was jealous of her sister’s age. In their cir- cumstances each of the girls should have had a dancing master, I don’t want a strange comicbooks.com