Judge — November 22, 1919 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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“T Wasr to Marry Your Daventer Maryorie,” Gey Bruntiy Rertiep Getting Into the Game By J. A. Watprox Ilustration by Lawrence FeLtows “ WISH papa had less money,” said Marjorie “But who knows? — Really, though, how much Paxon to Guy Martin, They had met by plan money have you, dear? No pecuniary query was clandestinely, against their wish, but they were ever made in a less sordid spirit. in love. “He would be more reasonable about They were having luncheon in a quiet restaurant. you, dear, if he had less! 1 didn’t like the way he Marjorie, as she asked the question, sipped her tea treated you the other evening when he found us to- caintily. He adored every tiny movement her rare gether.” grace formulated at all!” replied Guy, laughing “Well, I could raise twenty thousand dollars on a pinch, from what has been left me. And I think I They say it’s everything— have a knack of getting along.” “Of course you have!” Marjorie’s faith was abso- “He didn’t treat me “He just ignored me! “That's it! Mon but it isn’t “Well, I've got enough money for us to start on, lute, although she knew nothing about it. “But darling, if you want to take a chance with m twenty thousand dollars! Papa would call that “Oh, no! I just couldn't elope, or anything like ‘chicken feed!’ Why, only last evening, at dinner, that! We must wait. Maybe papa will come around when he had Mr. Strong, one of his partners on busi- all right. If I dared tell him we're really engaged, ness, they talked of spending twenty mi'lon dollars you might have Thanksgiving dinner with us!” in one spot!” ‘Small chance of that, little girl! Thanksgiving is only a month away!” sme spot, I should say They are quietly buying that block on Green, Hud- 11.22.19 20