Judge — September 13, 1919 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Ress Westor Wuiy Brown Took to Water Att oF get letters from Walter. He informed her that he had been transferred from active military duty to office work, as many others had been, to serve emergencies. His former bank clerkship had recommended him. When Olive wrote Walter for information about Charley he replied that he had no news of his friend, for in his letters he had professed friendship for his rival, while subtly courting her. The war being over, the boys began to return home in thousands. Walter reappeared in New York, but Charley was missing. Olive learned in some way that he was among those assigned to Rhine territory, where his stay would be indefinite. She began to resent his silence. This was the psychological moment for Walter. He renewed his suit, and with cunning insinuation began to undermine Olive’s faith. Finally he suggested that Charley had probably found an affinity. “Those French girls are very at- tractive,” he said. Were they attractive to you?” Olive asked. “Not while I had this,” he re- plied, taking something from his pocket. It was her own photo- graph, exchanged for one of his before she had decided in Char- ley’s favor. An impassioned courtship fol- lowed. Olive began to like Wal- ter. Their engagement was an- nounced, and plans for the wed- ding were making. One evening he very cold and formal. is the matter?” he asked. “Did you know a_ soldier named Lyman in France?” “Yes. Why?” “He saw the announcement found her “What Draven by J. K. Burass a smoker.’ “ Have a cigarette, old man?” “No, thanks, I don’t care for stationery. I'm of our engagement and called on me yesterday. He told me you were the cause of the breaking of an en- gagement between him and a French girl.” Walter turned white. “So you take the word of a jealous fellow! It was only a flirtation on my part. I never cared for the girl. “But he told me some- thing else—very important something about which you will also have to answer to others.” “What do you mean?” “Lyman says he was employed with you in the office of the censor. He explained that sub-censors were each given regularly the letters of certain soldiers to catch military secrets which they might unwittingly reveal to those to whom they wrote. But how does that routine interest you?” “You ask that?” She was trembling, and her hands clenched and opened nervously. “Of course I ask that. You are taking the word of a man who is trying to injure me for revenge.” He put on a bold front. “And you were injuring others under the pretence of friendship! Lyman told me you confided in him until you met his fiancée and stole her from him.” “Confided what?” A crime for which you will have to answer, as I to others. You read, suppressed, and no doubt destroyed the letters written to me by Charley Douglas! A Suppen say, Triolet By Max Liter Under a Maxfield Parrish sky, With a Clarence Underwood girl, And a Joseph Urban setting nigh— Under a Maxfield Parrish sky Let me laugh and dream and sigh, I care not for life’s whirl— Under a Maxfield Parrish sky, With a Clarence Underwood girl His Elegance “The Rev. O. Goode E refined in all his utterances!” tered Mrs. Pifflegilder. “Yes,” returned J. Fuller Gloom “He seems to be a firm believer in the Hell Beautiful.” ans is se flut- Why He Took the Last “Johnny, why did you take the last piece of meat?” “Cause, they wasn’t no more on the platter.”