Judge — April 3, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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i “And you want to come with me?” Mrs. Deane asked “Within a reasonable time—at the offer you made me. 1am going to Boston, where I have relatives, for a Jdressed there.” And Agnes gave visit. [To may be an address “Very well. 1 shall want you on the first of next month.” And Mrs. Deane at once gave her present maid notice, solacing her with an extra month's pay. Mrs. Deane, proud of her impending acquisitior told friends of it—in strict confidence. “They repea the information in like confidence. Strangely, Mrs Melford, to whom all the stories woven from the cir- The reason why cumstance came, made no comment she and Agnes had parted remained a mystery. ‘This like all others, was enlarged and embroidered It involved many tales—none of them inspiring, al- though some of them were ingenious One day, just before the time for Agnes’s return from Boston, which in the meantime had been arranged, Mrs. Melford called upon Mrs. Deane. After other subjects had been discussed the one in the minds of myste both women was broached “T understand you have eng: Melford remarked do Agnes,” Mrs vexed about it.” “Not in the least “But you must miss her.” “Oh, one always misses a very competent woman.” “But will you not tell me why you and agree? “Tt wasn’t amat- f agreement.” There must have been some for her leav- dismissed “Surely you must have had some The cause was quite sufficient. You know what a_ self- contained person Mr Melford is “Then jected to her “Do you remem- ber that we once compared notes you and I—as to husbands?” Mrs Melford asked, ignor- ing Mrs. Deané’s di- rect question “Yes, “Youadmired Mr. Melford’s bal- ance where our sex concerned— Mr. Deane more like him I Drven by WoO. W believe, dear, that Mr. Deane at the time was flirting with an actress. Mrs. Deane’s face flamed. ‘Well, he was a little gay at the time. Social Topics had something im- pertinent about it. 1 never should have discussed it otherwise.” I wish you joy of Agnes!” Mrs. Deane looked at Mrs. Melford curiously “You are afraid, | think, that she may’ tell me things having been so long with you intimately!” “Oh, no! Of course she may be such a cat. 1 was thinking of something else—something very different I found Melford on his knees to her!” Where’s Your Fire-Escape? By essa De Cassnres MAN’S or woman's hapy Ae escapes in the brain Minds without skylights or fire Mantalini’s “demnition baw wows.” The soul is like a gorgeously or meanly furnished apartment wess is decided by the number ues areon the road to without a door to the outer world. But it must have an escape somewhere Measure is the great escape; and without it the human would become asphyxiated with its breath from its troubles and griefs Sports, books, music, dancing. wine, children, the theatre religion are different sorts of fire-excapes and skylights fashioned in the will of the particular individual: but they are all forms of pleasure While there is an escape there's } yn While we have a hobby, a craze, an en | thusiasm, there is life Sanity is. preserved Mibieg het through getting “out of ourselves.” It is said ths Beethoven used to relax by playing mar bles with the boys the street. Darwin re | “dime novels” when he was too long locked up in his brain-house. It may be that Sir Oliver Lodge keeps himseli “At” by ta i) te ghosts. The “tired business | man” we all make fun | irselves, the everybody The ca aret isa symbol It escape; we : little side-sh the balances. Keep a fire-cscape handy and don’t lose the ladder to your mental and emotional skylight. I need our | w to keep | Choice of Evils | Being beautiful and unflattered is more vex- ing than being ugly and The Dentin—By Jove! that’s what I call an interesting animal! unnoticed. comicbooks.com