Judge — January 29, 1916 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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“Aw-aw—is your chauffeur a racing man?” he asked, with a smile, after greetings. “Oh, that wasn’t my chauffeur, who is ill. That’s John Rudd. One of the family. Why?” “Aw-aw-aw—I say! But he did come along! At various points along the way, I really thought I should bounce out of the tonneau, don’tchu- And the Hon. | indulged some- thing as near a smile as his habit permit- ted. His most pronounced demonstrations of mirth sounded like normal preliminaries to merriment. Beatrice had been widowed two years. She was all that any suitor could wish. She was a beauty, and in a monetary sense a capital prize. Something significant of her temperament was seen in a clause in John Denham’s will, which left her his all without qualification. He had enriched her, as he said in that instrument, because she had made him happy. He was old and she was young and they had becn married three years. Glory Grange, a magnificent country place, half castle and half chateau, was but a part of her holdings. Patience Crystal, Beatrice’s aunt and companion, was a handsome spinster who had let matrimonial chances slip from sheer timidity. And the longer she studied matri- monial variations about her the more satis- fied she seemed with her state. Yet she assiduously spurred Beatrice toward matri- mony. John Rudd, substitute chauffeur and “one Bess—Is he a man who would sooner be ri Belle—Es—not exactly ; but he would sooner of the family,” had been John Den- ham’s favorite nephew. He was a polytechnic graduate, and had sur- veyed, landscaped and in mechanical details brought Glory Grange to a state of perfection. He could beat Denby Darrall at golf, and invari- ably humiliated the Rev. Clarence Chubbe at tennis, the clergyman’s only sportive dissipation. And he was as entertaining as Ballard Bald- wyn. With all the rest Rudd was a delight to the eye, and when that evening he led a successful game of bridge against the distinguished guest, Patience thougit that if such a young man had crossed her path when she was younger she should have followed him, no matter where he led. In the morning Beatrice and her visitor took a horseback ride over the estate, and they were together much of the time until his departure. His poise was always faultless, and his monocle always in place. His talk was large, befitting a cosmopo- lite, and sentimentally gracious and stimulating, as of one who knew women. “You will come again?” Beatrice asked, as he prepared to go. “Why should I not? the station, if you don’t mind?” “Oh, the regular chauffeur this time.” “Ripping!” he exclaimed. Aw-aw—it’s delighting here! Cwreely A NEWS CENTER New York girl—Half the world don’t know how the other half lives, Uncle Jabez ! Incle Jabez—P’raps not in New York. But all yew gotter do in East Windsor Hill is ter drop inter Risley’s store fer ten minutes, and listen ! Aw-aw—who drives me to And off he went. Patience followed Beatrice into the library, where John Rudd sat behind a screen, reading. John Rudd fidgeted as he listened, and came out. ’m tired of this fluttering from bush to bush. found it!” Patience, pain or t than right resident ? than the King of Serbia. There’s only one man I care for. minute if he hadn’t a jealous disposition. jealous man “Which one is it? * Who is he?” ous she didn’t consider Rudd an interloper. “John Rudd.” In a moment Rudd had her in his arms. jealous,” he'cried, kissing her. Beatrice released herself, blazing. drive the Hon. Percival Ponsonby-Bagge from the sta- tion as though you wanted to drop him on the way?” Rudd laughed. his monocle!”” “Well, did you?” “Loosen it? “Pain?” snarled the pessimist. is the way I smile!” “Well, dearest,” asked Patience, “have you anything to tell me?” Beatrice did not see him. I'd marry him in a I despise a ” Patience was so curi- “T’'m not “Then why did you “T just wanted to see if I could loosen Why, he lost it, and I had to stop till he happily shocked, fled as they laughed and kissed together. His Way “Why, Mr. Gloom, what is the matter? You seem in “‘Confound you! This Many of Them Do! “Did you say he lived in New York day in and day eut?”” “No, day in and night ou comicbooks.com