Judge — June 19, 1920 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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Refined Cruelty By Jaxe Irwin SHE was unquestionably good-looking in her simple gown of clinging black satin. She pulled the black velvet davenport, Juxurious in its downy cushions, closer to the glowing fire. “Solid comfort—yet not too domestic in flavor,” she rumi- nated, as she puffed up a plump cushion of deep yellow satin on which gyrated a furturist version of a Russian ballet dancer. She moved up to the little carved teakwood stand, a Chinese treasure, and fingered thoughtfully the wrought silver cigarette case that haled from a tiny old shop in Venice, and the Turkish flagon of silver webbed glass that held the gleaming russet of a rare, almost obsolete species of dis- tilled joy. “What cosier retreat would any man want?” And then she placed a reed workbasket, in which gleamed golden thimble, scissors, tangled skeins of silk and a vague, home-y piece of fine linen, at the other end of the davenport—just to give balance to the picture. “They say that he has seen beautiful women of every Jand— and is still indifferent,” she mused as she crossed the room. “There- fore, one unlike all the others, not too domesticated, nor yet too so- phisticated, not too much of a modernist—yet completely, if discreetly, up-to-date—in short, an unusual woman who embodies the virtues and graceful failings of all the others is the only one who can hope to hold his atten- tion.” She stopped with pardon- able pleasure before the long Italian mirror. He came. She discussed Maeterlinck, also Burleson; she sparkled over Tbafiez as well as the chances of the various Leagues. When he turned to the drama she was ready with charming and original notations on the current Winter Garden show no less than on “Abraham Lincoln” and the allegorical tragedy that the Suit-Case Theatre was putting on. He marveled at her ready grasp of the Mexican situation, and it seemed to him that her taste in contemporary verse was excellent—so like his own. And he could not help noticing that Pilgrim's Progress was on her reading table, even if the bookmark was in a very recent volume on psychic Phenomena, It was after she had played and sung some French songs for him, and then had glided into the tender delicacy of “O Believe Me, if All Those Eridearing Young Charms,” that he could no longer repress his ‘admiration. “You wonderful, won- derful girl,” he said, “at first it puzzled me—but now H At Phineas White; or In dreams A Country Store By Cuarrorre Becker ERE every visitor who bides or buys Brings village gossip, or the country news, And talk of whether this or that to choose Is spiced with comment on Sim Jones's rise ‘To councilman or how Jane Brown casts eyes ue Green's clever ruse ‘To make hens lay; and always, racy news And cogitations anent Wets and Drys. And, serving patiently each wish or whim While “Dad” sits argyfy- ing fact or chance, Her eager head adorned with pigtails prim, Buried between whiles in some old romance, Behind the counter little shabby Suke ning with a I know why I was attracted to you from the first!” Why ? She yearned to ask it, to hear him reply that although hehad met clever women, feminine women, brainy women, home- making women, siren women—never had he found the rare, the desirable combination until he had met her, the Unique Woman. She Icaned closer. 7 “Why?” she breathed, and her eyes were softly tri- umphant. “Because you remind me so much of a girl I used to know,” he said. She Gets Away with It By Rutnerrorp Rennie DRIENNE had nothing to do. The telephone bell rang. Jimmie was calling her. She felt that she could not possi- bly endure having him sit all evening in the same room with her. So she said, “Just a min- ute, please, I’ll see if Adrienne is in.” She walked along the ball calling her name and, returning, informed Jimmie that Adrienne was not in, but if there was any message. . . . He said that he had thought she might like to go with him in his car for a ride and stop at a garden out in Long Island which had become popular and where there was dancing. They exchanged good-bys. James’ proposal was to Adri- enne’s liking. Ten minutes later she telephoned to him and said, “This is Adrienne. I just got home and——” A voice that she knew well to belong to James cut her short: “Just a moment, please.” She heard him walk along the hall calling, “Jimmie! Oh, Jim!” But he didn’t have the nerve, and they went to the garden where there was dancing, and she told him how sorry she was not to have been at home when he first called. elopes each eve~ uke. E In Petrograd “You say this is counterfeit money?” “Yes, we get a premium on that. It is much more valuable than this Bolshevik stuff.” A Deep Guy “Ts this being fair to your wife? You never admit liking anything she cooks.” “In married life you gotta play safe. If she thought I liked a thing, she’d have it every day.” ® comicbooks.com