Judge — May 7, 1921 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Ganoxen O. Kes £, Bitty, woutpy’t i sTusaticK!” Be The Pitcher By S. Gor HE thing was getting darned serious. There was no doubt that Nance expected him to marry her It would be hard to cut and run this time. The thought of marriage—to Nance—half annoyed, half elated him. It would mean giving up all the glorious freedom of his backelor life; the exhilarating quest of all adventures; the il-may-care Gipsyism; old friends. and flames; some fascinating habits, and yet ance was glorious. At times he even thought she was worth it. He poured himself another mellowing drink from his pre- drouth stock and drained the wine slowly, with the connois- seur’s lingering delight in the fragrant bouquet. Then he peered at himself in the mirror, adjusted his tie, shouldered his coat to a firmer fit and went downstairs to the veranda to meet Nance. Love affairs were interesting things. many. It was a fascinating . de here had been, iF HAD THEM ORANGES AN’ Uts and the Well pon Gurwit WE ONLY girls; he had nearly been engaged to several. He was a wily amatory tactician; a skilled campaigner in boudoir intrigue. What was wrong?) Was Nance his Waterloo? Nance!” he breathed, his arm slipping around her waist. The volatile witchery of her was stampeding him; the fra- grance and touch of her hair recalled youthful, Arcadian days. She was looking up at him, now startled. Under the spell of the moment he bent his head and kissed her. Her lips, cool, unresponsive at first, warmed under his ardor to a half shy, child-sweet response. nce!” he said aga nd his breath caught. “Oh!” she breath Why did you do that?) Why let you? I—I—can't ever marry you, Dick—not ever!” Experience brought his equilibrium back quickly. He even smiled, ever so slightly. He hadn't asked her to marry him. He doubted if he would. did I game to watch love dawn in woman's eyes. She met him with a bewitch- ing smile, and he suggested a walk on the moon-drenched country road It was when they stopped at the rustic bridge and leaned over the side to watch the sil- vered stream that he felt his self-control tugging at the leash. It made him vaguely uneasy. He looked at her, so near, so desirable, so fresh and fragrant A pulse in his neck began to beat hard; his heart warmed with a sudden surge of blood Why did he feel like this? It was nothing new to him. He had made love to hundreds of Drawn by Ant Mr. Ok SIVEN YEARS, Lanigan—Tuty say YEZ WILL Mrs. Flanigan—Is tuor so? “You—have so many bad habits,” she went on, hardly above a whisper. “You— drink so—and I could never marry a man who did that! And that’s not the worst!—oh, I've heard about you! I—I like you—but I'm afraid; I’m a good girl, Dick, and your philandering would drive me insane; think it’s best for me to leave tomorrow morning as I intended. Good- bye, Dick. Please don’t follow I'm going to walk back alone—Ple-e-asel- and she hurried away. And he let her go, knowing that he would al- ways love her. He lit a cigarette after a while and gazed speculatively into so—so—I me THAT IF VEZ KEEP FIND USE POR IT How aout A BUM HUSBAND? ANYTHING comicbooks.com