Judge — September 10, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Men came—and still more men. Ben often invited them down into the cellar, telling his sister that he wanted to show them some new gym- nastic exercises—funny ones, evi- dently, for they roared, down there, and came up very happy. One of them, one night, even tried to kiss Beulah! She dreamed of him. And one night, when Ben was off on one of his business trips, Beulah had a caller—all her own! Mr. Boomer was so friendly she was al- most frightened. “Awfully hot, isn’t it?” he said, finally. “Makes a fellow thirsty.” Beulah cheerfully offered to make him some lemonade, but it seemed that lemonade didn’t agree with Boomer. The fact was he had a slight indigestion. She hadn’t—er— hadn’t anything—whisky or any- thing, had she? Beulah didn’t know; but Boomer, very much at home, now, said he’d just go down into the cellar and look. When he returned, he was quite re- covered. Beulah thought his hip bulged a little, but it meant nothing to her. She was getting used to being kissed, now, and liked it. “Oh,” said Boomer, when at last he left, hilariously, “say, give Ben this ten dollars I owe him, will you? May I call again?” Now when a man enters his club with that cheerful expression of Boomer’s, his fellow-members seldom let him rest till they find out where he got it. And so, before long, Beulah found herself entertaining so many interesting men that she was expecting a proposal any evening. Much singing, much uproarious laughter, and Beulah, at the piano, never noticed how often those on the edges of the group occasionally dis- appeared for a while, and then took the places of the others, to give them a chance. But what a money-lender Ben must be! Why, her to pay him! One day Ben informed her that they were going to move to a larger house. He had made, he said, $50,000 in the last six months, and Beulah could have all the new dresses she wanted. It looked as if she might even get married, some day. Beulah was surprised that more men didn’t go into the Internal Revenue busi- Drawn by W. G. Farr. Parent Monk—YEes, ROLLO, DEAR, THOSE FOLKS ARE OUR DESCENDANTS, SELF JUST HOW FAR SOME OF THEM HAVE DESCENDED. 6 sometimes | Beulah had fifty or sixty dollars given | YOu CAN SEE FOR YOUr:- Drawn by NoRMAN ANTHONY. AND IT WAS ONLY THE DAY BEFORE THAT HE TAUGHT HER HOW TO swim! ness. But it took brains, Ben said. Brains and a good agent. He had a fine one, but couldn’t mention names. “Wouldn’t you like to go to a show to-night?” a handsome young aristo- crat asked her, next day. Beulah went. And as they were motoring home, he said, cas- ually, “Say, Beulah, give Ben this $40 will you, and tell him that I’m expecting my friend Bacardi next week. Don’t forget the name!” Beulah next went to an ex- clusive Country Club dance, in a $780 gown, with a wealthy banker. And there she had so many messages for Ben that she had to write them down. The banker owed Ben $125, and wanted Ben to remember t!¢ Old Hermitage. A prom- inent clergyman wanted Ben to be sure that Old Tom called next Tuesday, if pos- sible, and gave Beulah more money. A big business man told her to let Ben know that he proposed to engineer a deal with Haig & Haig in which Ben might be inter- ested, and here was his check for those Three Stars Ben Jent him, last week. Invitations came to Beulah fast and furious. Every night she had a charming, but thirsty escort, every night a little message for Ben. Ben was away much of the time, now; but he phoned Beulah that he was getting a corner in tomato catsup, and would be sending time to along some from