Judge — March 29, 1919 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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quaint people, everything about it, but best of all the luncheon hour with Larry. They were joined when they were having coffee. That was usually their ne for chatting with others. “These two,” one of their lunch- con hour acquaintances to a newcomer, have been coming here for years—three years anyway—and they have this one time of the day together, the luncheon hour. Isn’t it wonderful? Sometimes I’ve heard them drop little speeches and allusions which have made me think that now and then they steal off to meet for a walk or to hear a symphony con- cert.” “Oh,” Genevieve said, with a whimsical smile at Larry, “you should not to be so watchful. This is our only meeting place. It’s rare, very rare, when we see—” And so they talked on for awhile, but soon they prepared to leave. Out on the street Larry and Genevieve went in opposite directions. “How they love each other Mademoiselle re- marked to some of her customers. “And what a pity they can’t marry!” Of all mademoiselle’s devotees, none came more regularly than Genevieve and Larry, except Sunday. They rarely came on Sunday. So it had gone on for nearly three years and still they had never tired. Still they loved and smiled. And though they laughed with everyone, though they loved people, their real smiles were only for each other, their strange, intimate smiles Draven by AB. Watnin Co-Epucation Is to be installed at the U.S. Military Acade: that went back and forth from Larry’s deep brown eyes to Genevieve’s gray ones, and then from hers to his. But lately they had seemed quieter, less gay. “T feared it,” said made- moiselle, after they had left one day. “Those two love too much. It’s not good to love much. Never ca one laughs alway. someone is doubtless causing trouble.” And then one day Genevieve came alone. Her eyes were slightly red, and had dark circles. She looked pale and pinched, and she had not cared how she had dressed. “Larry’s not coming today, and I’m not com- ing after today—that is, for a long time—perhaps never. One cannot tell!” They gathered around her. at West Point? They felt so sorry for her. It seemed as if without Larry she could not even smile. “You see it’s this way,” she explained. “Larry leaves today for a business trip to the Coast. I didn’t feel it was right, you see, for him to stay back because of me. We're not really dependent on——” “You’ve married him!” they shouted. ‘You've married him! He was free, you were free, what hap- pened? A divorce? How could you marry? Oh, how wonderful that you have! You two dear people!” Then Genevieve smiled a wonderful smile and held out her arms as though to embrace the whole of the little restaurant. “Oh, you dear, so-called radicals! You never Drown by Carvent Ssrru you sure it’s the same old stile we sat together on and spooned? Why, it scems so much smaller after all these years!” comicbooks.com