Judge — November 27, 1920 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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i Drwen by 8. S. * JUST LOOK AT THAT 1H \keN'T MEN WONDE *Yaes—anen't we By All Means Cherchez By Manion Lyow Fatnasns CANNOT say at what moment the thought ne to me with its stealthy insinuations. . +» But once recognized, it tormented me. pounded at my consciousness, filled my hours with George with the dark hush of doubt. \ sinister phrase rose up to mock me -"a double life’—and might it not be true? Nh, there was nothing intriguing about the idea! But a climax came, growing out of the rest less urge for knowing. I must kuvw, one way or the other! George had got a way of coming in late for dinner, barely glancing at me, tast ing his food half indifferently. And there was scarcely an evening when I could count upon his companionship. He made a move toward the door this night as usual. “But—aren't you going to stay—lear?” asked with stiff lips. He evaded, giving me one of the long, mag- netic glances that had so charmed me in thos first days together. How long ago they seemed! I watched him from the window, tremblingly He hesitated at the foot of the steps, glanced back at the house. Was I going to win, after all, over the something that was defeating me’ But no he was gone! George!” I breathed inarticulately. I felt the blinding instinct for action—action! I snatched up my motor coat in the hall, threw it across my shoulders, ran out bareheaded into the twilit street. George was just turning the corner. Oni I hurried. yet cautious. with the soul-searing caution other saddened’ women have Frown, He bh. med into the alley that lies between our street and the next. Lcrouched behind a garage and watched He was going in it the back gate of an enchanting Colonial house I crept up. a he lending me its weird shadow He called softly. As by) prear rangement the back door opened. dis- closing a girl young, slim, large-eye Her smile was tender, welcoming. Shan’t we go Ob. vou've « in? Aud he went in. The door closed It was allover. 1 knew. What matters one illusion more 1 demanded bitterly of the unseving sky or less That was how George, our tiger tomeat, lost one perfectly good home. In the Interests of Science Destor—Take three drops of this melicine in a glass of water every two hours, Patient Will that cure me? Doctor That's what [am trying to find out. What's in a Name? “Charley, what can you tell me of Veter?” asked the Stinday school teacher, Without hesitation Charley repliod: Veter. Peter, pumpkin cate “AML the World's a Stage” Manager Is the chorus ready for Act 1? Call Boy—Not quite. but they'll be undressed in a few minutes The Child Caroled By \ernu C. Baoons The Zoo Strikes [™ blue and black, so there! From playing woolly bear Viger, and ‘gator, and bull-moose of Siam. Why, nephews and nieces. I'm almost in pieces! Go and ask Auntie she’s tougher than Lam. Robby and Daddy My little Roberta! And who would dare hurt her’ Played with her jack-stones on the sun-speckled floor. Father stole in that night, Shocless, without a light And then recollected as he shut the door. Little Mac Embracing Morpheus, Echoing Orpheus, My hatchway ope ‘There entered young 3 With a fish cold in de Can you imagine, Audience? Surely ~ Play on a divan veth, you can! Dorothy Dead-Eye Ab-ha, dear little Dot! Allah, you would have shot Me in the eye with your papa’s shooter, Had TP not sprung d. And hid myself from you They call you but a child E suy free booter othe