Judge — September 28, 1918 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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“And cousins. Any engagement? down to the shore with me?” “T should adore it! ‘Here, James,” said Maberley to his man, Why not go “you'll have time now to go to the tailor’s about those duds.” Mrs. Bulmer, into her motor. They found a cozy who was about to driv hustled him place on shore, afd the chauffeur was dismissed with instructions to come for them for luncheon. he You'll laugh at me—or be angry with me, I fear,” , after they had chatted about nothing in par- ticular, “but I don’t remember your married name, Geraldine!” Bulmer, Ah! Ye she replied with a smile. bit. Is Mr. Bulmer with you? le’s dead, poor man! It hay d pened a You wouldn’t guess it, of course, from this!”” cated her buoyant and colorful costume. “Ho You know the war and things have set ar ago. “She indi- Ah! Glad to see you in good spirit, Geraldine!” w I love to hear you call me ‘Geraldine’!” “Didn't I call you ‘Geraldine’ when we were kid- When we played together, you know.” Yes. And you used to ki “Oh, we were children.” “And cousins, remembe: She leaned over and kisse If not as a cousin, then as a hero. love to kiss a hero.” Maberley bore up under it bravely. He even kissed back, but rather perfunctorily. “You know my conviction, Geraldine, about cousins. They should remain simply cousins.” “Yes. And I respect it now. Don’t worry!” “But you look so blooming and spiffy I really ought to wish we weren’t cousins.” “Yet we are, remember! And I don’t want to marry you, although I’m going to marry again. “ By Jove! The way you say it and the way you look augur well for the venture “It’s rather a strange case. Do you know Sir John Avondale?” “T’ve heard of him. But he’s an old man, Geraldine!” “[’m going to marry his son Gerald—just fancy the name when you think of mine! A lovely fel- low!” “Tn the service?” “Just getting in. Tried twice and was rejected. But he was determined. Physical training did it. I shouldn’t have thought of him as a slacker, Laurence!” “Of course not. And have you been doing your bit?” “What aquestion! I’mon half a dozen committees for this and that. And have a garden on my lawn. Of course I don’t carry it on myself altogether, for I’ve several . girls engaged, and you should see them in their pretty trousers! You'd hardly be- All women Drawn by Ravrw me then, Laurence. RTON And we're still cousins.” him. “Take that, please! “I Visu I Gooot Dixx or Somevincs Dot Vourn Reur Dis Tootuacue!” lieve I take to the costume You should see me in it!” he had a furious love experience. Unrequite all that. I never saw the girl. Daughter of a rich shire man who wanted an alliance with a noble house, and you know Sir John Avondale. He was willing—for the money. Well, the girl’s father was so stubborn a it she rebelled—actually disappeared! and I made him forget Miss Adair.” myself now and then! “Topping, I venture.” His eye ran over her. “But I want to tell you about Gerald. Like me, , and yout Gerald met me “Miss Adair? That the lady’s name “Yes. Lettice Adair.” “Oh! Ah! I see.” ver meet her?” “Rather! I’m going to marry her. She was my nurse in Paris.” The igh Cost of Loving y Roy K. Movutron EY ENING dave, $150 per suit. Dress shirts, $8 each. Dress shirts laundered, 25 cents cach. Patent leather shoes, $20 per pair. eines, $1.25 each. Violets, $2.50 per hundred. American Beauties, $6 per dozen. Chocolates, $2 per pound. Gasoline, 39 cents per gallon. Opera seats, $8 each with war tax. Table d’Hote, $5 each. ‘The marriage license is the old original come- on. It is the only thing that has not risen in pric For one dollar, an infinitesimal sum, the young man is led to believe he can rid himself of the terrific expense of courtship. He buys a license to cut down expenses. He doesn’t baow that the profiteers don’t begin to really “treat ’em rough” until after marriage. And the little woman—before marriage she is pensive. But, after marriage, she is ex-pensive. That’s where the prefix “‘ex” got its start in life. But home isn’t much without a wife. One can get along without a phonograph or a fireless cooker much better. A Well-Trained Steed Simp—An_ American choked a German officer in a Berlin restaurant the other day, without raising his hand. Krimp—lIs it possible? Right on the enemy ground, too! But how did he do it? Simp—The German was eating a piece of horse meat, and the American cried “Whoa!” Bam! “ How is it you are getting such se, , * « long shots these days?” “Haven't you noticed I’ve got iser’s picture on every golf comicbooks.com