Judge — May 15, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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ne ee a no ln i lent SSS Se ee EE eee They quarrel over books and authors, she beats him at tennis, they do not agree upon the function of the theatre, and they are actually discordant as to music. No two young persons—if you can call Jack young—could be more uncongenial, al- though they are polite to cach other with all their differ- I want Jack here for al utility, and foren- 4 tertainment. “You're like all other wo- men in your set. Jack as a guest would be desirable to all of them—if he had money. But where they have marriageable daughters they watch him as a cat would watch a mouse. “Why not? So would I if there should be any danger as to Isabel. And you! Why, you’d never think of that if you could learn a point in golf! What creatures men are!” “No worse than women who would keep around—with reservations.” Paine turned on his heel with a cynical smile, and Mrs. Paine’s nose was in the air as she walked away She came upon Jack and Isabel, who had been exploring a forest upon the estate. Apparently they had been quarreling politely, for his face was red and she wore a pout as they walked in silence. Paine caught sight of Jack and bore him off to the golf course. Far away from the Paine place a mountain loomed, and Mrs. Paine for days had talked about a picnic party to explore the height. Since her first visit to Switzerland she had been possessed with a mania for mountain climbing at home. She determined that this journey should be taken the next day. Major Davison, also a guest, and Jack and Isabel were invited to go with her. Refreshments were packed in a motor, and the next sy morning they started. os The roads were so J . bad that they found they could not reach the mountain that day. They were miles from home, in a wood- ed region strange to all of them. They started to return just before nightfall. Ata point where three path- like roads met, Albert, the chauffeur, was puz- zled as to the way. He involved the machine in his confusion, and it broke downhopelessl; Jack and Isabel had discussed many things on the journey, agreeing upon none, and at the moment were not speaking to a by Ross Westuvin Drawn by T. S. Towser Summer Car ror Those Tur Forty-Room House Just Burr sy tHe Newricues. Brackep-1nxn Portion Snows tHe Onty Parts or tue House Usep py “ cach other. Mrs. Paine verged upon hysterics when it was found that they were stalled. “Jack,” said Major Davi- son, ‘one or both of us must set out for help. We can’t stay here all night. It may be possible to dig up a ma- chine somewhere.” Jack’s descent from the motor scemed impulsive. “Why shouldn’t we explore these two different roads— you and I?” he asked, indicat- ing the two unknown ways. Albert can go along one. I'll match you to sce whether you or I take the other. One of us should remain with the ladies,” suggested the major. “All right,” said Jack, resignedly. ‘The major was a sport, but he lost. “I shall go ith the major,” said Mrs. Paine, in a determined tone. The antagonistic attitudes of Jack and Isabel had re- assured her again. And she and the major took one of the roads together, while Albert started to explore the other. Jack lighted a cigarette, and leaning against the machine asked: ‘Are you afraid of the night?” “Not in the least,” replied Isabel. Light from a full moon filtered through the trees, and an owl set up a cry. An hour later the major and Mrs. Paine reappeared in a flivver. Jack and Isabel were not in sight. The motor horns were sounded repeatedly, but Albert alone responded. His quest had been in vain. A fruitless search had been made for Jack and Isabel —though there had been no publicity—when three later they were driven up to the Paine place by a farmer-like person. Mrs. Paine received them with restrained excitement. Paine was on the golf links. “This gentleman,” said Jack, presenting the farmer- like person, has been very kind to us. He found us in the forest — after you had gone and took us to his home, buthis work would not permit him to bring us back until today, and the place was remote from_ transportation.” Mrs. Paine looked coldly at the man. “Your kindness is ap- preciated,” she said. “T would reward you now—but I don’t yet know your name, sir.” “T’'m the Rev. Jo- siah Penfield, pastor of the Church of the Brethren,” he said. “I never set a price on hospitality, and the fee this young man gave me was the big- gest I ever got for a marriage.” Fonxp or THe WaTeR Ermner or Tue comicbooks.com