Judge — September 4, 1915 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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one evening he told Mrs. Jones he was going to Gaywaters in the morning for a ry. He had t difficulty in ving her, for she almost proposed to him. With an air of regret that he didn’t understand, Gillman looked about him the next morning on the boat that was taking him to Gaywaters. A stunning wom- an was approaching unsteadily, for the sca was rough. She dropped her purse. ‘Three or four men dived for it, but Gillman got it and restored it, though his impulse to gallantry frightened him. He was so nervous that the stunning woman made his ac- quaintance without Ict or hindrance. “T’ve often wanted to mect you,” she said, “for you were formerly in a business followed by my late husband, Jasper Smart.” “Yes?” responded Gillman, almost doubting his luck. His study of widows was furthering bravely. He had known Smart as a competitor in the silk trade, though he never had met him. “Yes. My husband frequently spoke of you as a man he would like to know, you always were so clever in your methods without being unsports- man-like in business.” Gillman knew that Smart had left oodles of money. Mrs. Smart drew him out on various subjects, steadily agree- ing with him. And she had a way with her eyes that made him happily comfortable. They went to the same hotel, and she managed that they dined together. Gillman felt he ought to make some show of resistance, but was powerless. As they were discuss- ing something at dinner she touched his hand. He never had experienced such a thrill. He was in a daze. “That woman on the left,” she said, “must know you. She looks at you constantly.” Gillman turned and saw Mrs. Jones. She must have come by the earliest boat. She was dressed to the envy of every other woman present, in- cluding Mrs. Smart, though Mra “Mr, Binks says his wife is a wonderful house- ‘eeper. “She certainly is. It's in her name, and he's trying for years to get it away from her.’ Smart was enviable on the same account. Mrs. Jones smiled on Gillman as he bowed. “Yes,” said he, “she is an acquaintance,” And he felt a certain pride he couldn’t analyze, and something of exhilaration. It isn’t given to every man to engage the eyes of two such women. “Of course you will go into the surf with me in the morning.” suggested Mrs. Smart, timing her words to their passing of Mrs. Jones’s table. “Why,” hesitated Gillman, “I—” He looked at her as they walked and added, “Yes.” He couldn’t have said “No” to save his I While Gillman and Mrs. Smart were wading out the nest morning, hand in hand, Mrs. Jones emerged from her bath house in a costume she had been long in putting on, though it carried no reason why time should have been taken in the matter. She was halted by a man of curious, if not uncouth aspect, yet with an air of authority. “Sorry, lady,” he said, “but you can’t go down to the shore in that.” When Gillman and Mrs. Smart came out of the surf his arm was about her, and she was telling him where they might spend their honeymoon. Some give according to their means; some, according to their meanness; some, no matter what you say, will never give assent. Jock—I will love you for ever and ever, and for ever and ever! Dolly—Oht At after that what?