Judge — December 27, 1919 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Ub bet alc. Draws by Cunsten L Gane + A. ¢ “And, by the way, Ethel, I'v bit of scandal about some when I see you in church.” a ko ‘oolish girl! Of course he couldn't! ‘They all do it.” But why shouldn’t a girl about to be married get her girl friends together, then, and do something of the kind “Tt isn’t good form for girls, dear. Aren't your bridesmaids going to have dinner with you here this evening? That should be sufficient.” “But that is different. You and father will also be there. It will be absolutely formal. I mean a little lark —something like the time Harold and his friends will have.” A little lark! How do you know what Harold and his friends will de “I’ve heard that bachelor dinners are quite un- conventional. Of course they drink, and all that. But I understand lively entertain- d sometimes they hav ers there—professional persons—like girls from the theater.” Mrs. Dalman frowned. ‘Where did you hear that “Tdon’t remember. Maybe I read it in some so journal You must not think of such things. Young men about to marry like to assemble their frieads—their chums—to celebrate the end of bachelorhood. It is natural for them to want a final fling before settling down.” “But I don’t see why it wouldn’t be just as proper for girls to do the same, mother.” “Ttisn’t done, child. Don’t fear for Harold.” Madge sighed and turned away Harold was booked to return to Dalman Place the next day—the day before the wedding—for luncheon. ‘That function was delayed for him, but he did not come. Madge was very nervous. The guests went to the tennis court and the golf links after it was over. “Should we not ‘phone to the Greys, mamma?” Madge asked. “Don’t worry, dear,” her mother replied. “He will be along soon—or we shall get a message. Go out where the girls are playing. I'll call you if necessary Dalman, who had no nerves, was in the library. H was soon summoned to the "phone by some person in the city. “Well,” said Dalman after the communicant had declined to give his name, “what is it?” “[ want to save you from embarrassment,” replie the strang “In what way?) What do you mean?” “Your son-in-law to be, Harold Grey—I under- stand the wedding is to take place tomorrow—will be found at ‘The Willows,’ that road-house on the river.” “You say ‘will be found.” What do you mean by that? “I mean that he should be looked after.” “That also is indefinite. Can’t you tell me just what you mean?” But the stranger had rung off Dalman sought his wife. They whispered together excitedly, though no one was within hearing. “Ttmay be disgraceful,”’said he, aftera paus to think about it. Can’t the wedding be postponed? “Horace Dalman! Are you a man of resource? What a disgrace it would be if, after all our preparation, the wedding should not take place! Get his father— both of you find him—and straighten things out!” ‘The wedding celebrating the union of the Dalmans and the Greys took place the next day at the hour fixed upon. “Tt was one of the social events of the year,” said one newspaper. “The young and handsome bride,” said another, very pale, but plainly proud and happy. The groom was very nervous, as all young men are upon such a momentous occasion.” “Thate Drawn by A.B. Watnen Dan C: pid—I don't understand why they all always act comichooks.