Judge — October 20, 1917 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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IT SOMETIME i HE newspapers were full of it for the moment, for it was a sequel to one of those guarded but insinu- ating bits of gossip that made a weckly “society journal” notorious. Eugene Bulloch had presented that occasional paradox of a man given to gallantry and yet able to achieve great wealth ina multitude of enterprises. He had turned from a long and gi bachelorhood at sixty to marry one of the most charming young women in town The marriage created a sensation, for but a short time pre- viously it had been announced that the bride, Miss Beverley Dodd, was the fiancée of a handsome chap, Stanley Day, an amateur tennis champion whose only capital was his physique and his fame. The young lovers had quarreled, and every one in their set looked for the usual conclusion, a reconciliation. Miss Dodd's sudden marriage to Bulloch, who long had pursued her, was attributed to pique. Day almost at once married a wealthy woman twice his age, and they took up residence in Southern California, that paradise of the leisure The gossip in the so-called “society journal” was to the efiect that the Bullochs did not get along well together. This was no doubt based mainly upon the fact that Bulloch, an en- thusiastic motorist, was so often seen alone driving at top speed. The Bullochs really did not get on well together, temper- amental differences natural to the period between their ages being responsible for that. to his motoring alone—although he sometimes had company—Mrs. Bulloch had explained to close women friends that he was so reckless a driver that she would not trust herself with him on the roa: SR EALLY HAPPENS WALDRON The matter that the newspapers played up, on account, of Bulloch’s prominence and wealth, was the accid-nt. Speeding in a suburb, something went wrong with his steering gear, he dashed into a tree and was instantly killed. Some of the news- papers said the machine had seriously injured a young woman pedestrian, but the young weman, taken unconscious to the nearest hospital, was not dressed for walking. Later it was known that she was a handsome dancer in the theatre, and happily she recovered to pursue her professional way Two days before the accident there had been a verbal coming together of the Bullochs. She had kept out of his way so con- sistently that they had not even met at meals, and the servants went about restrainedly as though expecting a climax. “Why did you marry me?” he asked, controlling himself with effort. “T have been asking myself that question,” she replied, “and have been unable to answer it.”” “T shall want an answer before long, or a more amiable attitude. Suppose there is no answer?” hen there will be a displeasing sequel. It is lucky for you that I executed an ante-nuptial contract that cannot be broken.” “All things considered, I have felt it was unlucky. I ex- acted it as some recompense for my liberty. But my liberty wa really worth more.” “So that is your reason! You wish your liberty. Well, how you going to secure it?”” And he Jeft her in a rage. When the accident occurred they had not spoken together again. After it was all over Mrs. Bulloch was seldom seen out. ar comichooks.cteln)