Judge — January 19, 1918 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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I saw you come up in Osmond Henry’s car. He was driving and you sat happily with him.” “You've forgotten that I had gone shopping in a hurry in order to meet you; that my chauffeur collided with another car and so injured mine that he garage; that I was hurrying to get a taxi when Mr. Henry came along and insisted that he be permitted to take me home. “Oh, well! No doubt it was so. to say that I think Elinor is a very pretty more than that, I think she is a very reasor “More reasonable than I am, you think. I decline to answer that question.” “Which is equivalent to answering it. your engagement.” What is there in an opera when such a colloquy happens with half of the music still to listen to? Ted drove Justine home. On the way they had a word or But the fact compels me oung woman, and ble one. I release you from two together about the weather, discussed the opera briefly as. connoisseurs, and were as polite to cach other as diplomats are assumed to be. Ted handed Justine out and saw her up the steps with a chilling ceremony which was unemotionally responded to. The “good-night” was as metallic as an ancient phonograph record This really ought not to have happened, for Justine was more fond of Ted than she had thought she could ever be of any young man. And Ted, although he had ungraciously compared Justine with Elinor, still had Justine in his heart as well as dominantly in his mind. Worst of all, he must return to camp—possibly to sail for France almost immediately Justine cried herself to sleep, after poignant rumination. “He will write if he doesn’t call before he goes away,”” she said to herself, “and I shall forgive him. The dear fellow! Ted did not sleep at all, “TL shall see her catly to-morrow, before I go,” he thought as he tossed about, “and beg her pardon.” Justine’s maid, Susan, ordinari are, for some time had disclosed a sour disposition. In fact her mental habit as to sentimental matters was cynical. Her ts amiable as maids ever REINFORCEMENTS had to have it towed to the / ‘Do you think the one-step is going to be unpopular this season?” Not nearly as much as the goose-step ” lover had jilted her, fooled around with another girl for a time, and gone off to the war. The morning after the quarrel Justine rose earlier than usual and was preparing for her bath when a ring called Susan to the door, While Justine was luxuriating in the tub Susan leisurely returned with a card. It was Ted's. “Of course you asked him to wait,” said Justine, fluttering with joy. “No, Miss. He seemed ina hurry. At least he hurried out when I told him it was impossible to see you.” 5 Justine sobbed. Then she blazed: “What stupidity “Me stupid, Mi in her bath, I'd like to know!” left the room. Almost immediately the telephone bell rang. “See to that, Susan, and hold the wire!” cried Justine, leaping from the tub and throwing a robe over her shapely body, carcless of dripping wate “It's the same gentleman, Miss. I know by his voice.” Justine snatched the receiver and waved Susan out. The maid, curious, lurked by the door, apparently regretting that she was not able to be as near both ends of the wire, She caught snatches of this: “But I am sorry! I was in my bath, dear! I should have scen you if you had waited. ! Well, whoever would sce a gentleman Susan sniffed rebelliously and She is simply dense! 2... And will you forgive me for last night? You must go back tomorrow? What do you mean by ‘now or Of course I promised to marry you!. ... . Today! ..... What will people say? Godown to the City Hall with you in an hour? Of course I care ay think! Yes, I am nervous, sitting here cr dripping into. my mules! If I must, yes! Doesn't that prove it?” Ted came for her in an hour. returned home the next afternoon Justine bride.