Judge — July 12, 1919 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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ty Pace Rewer . A GextLeman Farmer Kind qUMWaAY Different By Harry The levine I used t H whether it was printed or embossed same as everybody else alway’s does, and in other ways was very ordinary. Yet he had the temerity, nerve, foolishness, or whatever else it is that makes a an woo a vampire, to pursue Vivian Montaine There came a time when he leaned upon the mantel and gazed down admiringly and with a tinge of hate and fear in his eyes at the voluptuous half-reclining ure which tantalized him. The full voltage was urned on in Vivian's eyes although the lids were narrowed. Her smile was a mixture of a sneer, contempt and amusement “Vivian,” said the man, in a low but tense voice, “I know it _ may seem like asking for the moon, but I want you.” Hubert, if you are going to be tiresome, please leave me. bore me when talk that wa softly drawled the woman. The man bit h This whi- tened the skin about his small mus- tache, which produced a rather odd The woman laughed as she run his thumb over stationery to sce just the effect observed it “You laugh, you devil when you know how I suffer he almost sed She might have explained why she laughed but she did not. Per- haps this was part of her charm, doing things with no explanation Vivian, why won't you be min I'll marry you; you know I'm f I have money. Why won't you She straightened herself a trifle. “ Because you are just ordinary,” “What ca Triplets ed Smith to resizn from the 12 “You are precisely like all the other men I have met. You are all alike. The same pattern, the same composition. The man who gets me for his own must be extraordinary; must be different from all others. You under- stand. I think that is the only thing that would appeal to me—someone very different.” Hubert thought deeply for a moment. “If I were different from other men, then | should not want you at all,” he finally said. “Quite right. You would be different then.” “Then you would care?” he asked. “Possibly.” “But if [ really didn’t want you, then I shouldn't care whether you cared or not.” “No.” ‘Then you want only what doesn’t want you and if what doesn’t want you should ever want you, then—then——” His voice trailed off into nothing. She smiled lazily at him. The problem that was cating into his brain gave promise of completely up- setting that intellect. He silently picked up his hat, gloves and stick, and wandered out into the street his fevered brow. There seemed no solution to the question which was so important to him. And indeed, the editor of any magazine ought to pay a fancy price for a solution to this problem. I thought I knew it when I started to write about Hubert and Vivian, but I'll be hanged if I know now. she said. to cool Whom the Coat Fits “This fits our friend,” we say, and then the garment Expectantly we watch to see him don. t fits Smith,” right gleefully ke chortles, “How I would like to see him put it on!” Drawn by Banxsoace Roorws Exoucu sidency of Don’t-Worry Club’ ? comicbooks.com