Judge — December 11, 1915 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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N CE HE NEWCOMES were envied by many because of the style of their establishment and the imaginary things that style implied. The servile retinue that ministered to their case knew better than to envy them. Mrs. Newcome, handsome and brilliant, went her way. New- come, virile but much older, behind whose back men winked and women whispered, was a law unto himself in matters that related to his impulses, while he ordered his house in line with the conventions. They were seldom scen together. One phase of social recognition she had failed to win, and other phases that sought to win her she despi weome was being served alone at dinner one evening when Newcome, unexpected, entered quietly. He caught a smile on her face that vanished as he came. They ate in restraint, almost in silence. When dinner was done he followed her upstairs. As he entered her boudoir she dismissed her maid by a glance. “You were smiling as I entered the dining-room,” he said. “You never smile on me.” “You married me to ornament your establishment, did you not? Tam candid enough to say I married you for money,” she replied. “I didn’t marry you as an inanimate ornament, like these.” He waved his hand at tokens of luxury. ‘I’m tired of this empty domesticity.” “Ts your life really so empty in a domestic sense—in the sense of companionship? It wasn’t when we made the bargain. Our understanding was plain.” “You may be ornamental. But you are nothing more—here.”” “Nothing more. I never intended to be anything more—here.” WALDRON DED SUS PEN “But we shall come to a new understanding. The law doesn’t recognize any such conception of marital duty.” “The law can neither force you to change your habits nor me against my inclination.” “Very well.” He turned to go. “I leave tonight for the Country Club. I'll give you two days in which to change your mind.” She did not even turn toward him as he went out. As the purr of his departing motor subsided she went to a telephone. She spoke almost in a whisper. ‘At the same place, dear, at ten o'clock,” she concluded. Listening a moment her face glowed, and with a “Sh-h-h!”’ she hung up the receiver and rang for her maid. In half an hour she was on the Avenue in her limousine. Mrs. Newcome was at her telephone at eleven the next morning when her maid, knocking gently, entered. “Mr. Danver is still waiting,” said the maid. wait until he sees you.” “You told him 1 was out?” “Yes, madame. He laughed in my face!” “Very well. I'll go down.” She frowned as she followed the maid. Mr. Danver was standing as she entered the reception room. His look of admiration was colored by insolence. “You are impertinent,” she said, “after what should have been our final conversation.” “T didn’t consider it final.” “You make it impossible even to continue acquaintance.” “You shall make it possible.” “Shall?” “Tthink so. Or know what regret means.” “He says he'll comicbooks.com