Judge — March 3, 1923 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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) you ow.” Unsas too. » big msay per- sof I do with Td dle, iate seem but ming neon | her latest but a Mrs. Blount’s detachment. Women have subtle ’s, but these two could not summon The band crashed freshly, mauling old dance melody into appr j Ramsay pulled himself togetl haps you'd like to dance?” Blount, indicating M possible partner by « “T don’t dance,” replied Blount, “But Mrs. Blount lives on_ it. "s been ging me about it. rew old * he Ramsay as a It'll be a pleasure I hadn't expected!” Mrs. Blount on her feet at or “Its om middle —name—dancing,” aid Ramsay inging ind and t Mrs. Blount’s hand. And the pair slipped into the dancing throng, while Mrs. Ramsay and Blount were a bit flustered at the suddenness of it. But Mrs. Ramsay quickly recovered presence of mind. She took the seat Mrs. Blount had vacated. Tt was nearer Blount. “So. you're married again, John?” And she hitched a little closer, scanning the passing dan “It appears you'll have to plead guilty too, Mary!” "Blount encouraged her proximity by feeling for her hand. “Yes. L'married Ramsay a year ago. It seems an age! 7? ou know I took my maiden name when you and I were divorced, and moved to Kansas City.” “And he doesn’t know you were married before?” “No. Why should I have told him?” Now she moved a little “I think he’s a_ little thinks you're an nearer. jealous of you old beau of mine. kK so?” And you were a little You both showed “But isn’t dancing with my wife a funny way for him to show jealousy?” “There are various ways of showing jealousy. You used to know a lot! “Some of my guesses were wrong, Mary. I admit that in sorrow. [used to be more foolish than I am now.” He looked at her admiringly. “Gee! You look good to me Mrs. Ramsay’s gr: the blood to her f. She tried to hitch a little nearer. “Do I look as good to you as Mrs. Blount looks?” “Better! Beyond words. No comparison. But I wonder where they knew each othe “Pittsburgh. Didn’t you hear?” “I mean I wonder how well they knew each other?” “Pretty well, I should say! Ramsay is a thirty-third degree philanderer.’’? Mrs. Ramsay looked again at the passing dan- cers. “Just see ’em!” ‘ atification sent ount looked. Mrs. Blount Ramsay glided _ past. anced with the grace and intimacy i “Absurd! “They're enjoying it all right! Did Ramsay ever te you he had been mar- ried before, Ma: But I had to corkscrew it out ail. He may have been nonce when I met him. He admitted having been divorced. But he wouldn't tell me who got the decree. Whenever he’s angry he’s a nagger. Says his first wife was more congenial than I am. And that she was better looking.” “She must have been a { “John! Don’t flatter me “T'm not flattering you! you look good to me!” Do you think Mrs. Blount is better more th h then!” As I’ve said, said the contrary? And I tes differ, of course. You , Twas homely—when you “John!” Please don't! We say things we don’t mean when we are angry. I always Shoughe you were an upstanding jealous of Then you and Ramsay aren't con- ot so congenial as we used to be, John—honest!” “Do you mean that?” Blount sighed. Seems like old times—good old times , to be sitting here with you!” He squeezed Her han, Her fingers closed “My efficiency expert says I ought to do some- thing about my memory.’ lovers. of your wheezes.” You've evidently never told him one on his. She hitched a little closer, look- ing furtively at the passing dancers. “To tell the blessed truth, John—dear John—I've wished many times—” “And [wish now. I know what you're thinking! And T wonder! Do. you know, Mary, I fecl like picking you up and running away with you!” “John!” She sighed and looked again at the dancers. “John! If we only could!” Tier hands remained locked. Both med the dancers. Mrs. Blount and Ramsay were not in sight. In fact they were not dancing. Th had just emerged from the cloak room with their wraps. “Isn't it lucky, Billy, that I alwa keep my check?” It’s a habit with me,” Mrs. Blount was excited, and looked be- hind her nervously “A commendable habit, T'll say!” re- sponded Ramsay. “Things are coming And then to a porter: “Did you get a cab?” “Right outside, sir.” ‘They hurried to the street, both looking behind and entered a taxi. “I'm a little frightened, Billy!” said Mrs. Blount, as she set ettled | back and felt for his hand. “And ye “And yet what? We never had been divorced. lows? Don’t worry! We'll fix this up in some . And didn’t. they ook chummy too: lad both wish we What fol- In Extremis by Cora Ball Moten D*"3 come home from the offus, ’n gee, he’s awful sick, Us kids is keepin’ quict, er mom, she'll get a stick. Dad's groanin’ sumpin dreadful, “I think I'm goin’ t’ die He keeps a sayin’ over, and ends up with a sigh. “Just put your hand here, Mary, my head is awful hot, I think I’ve got pneumonia, or typhoid, like as not. You'd better call the doctor, I think my end is near.” “Nonsense,” mom whispers, “I think dear, When I am gone, remember, I don’t want you to cry.” But mom just laffs and pats him, and raises up the spread, To tuck it in around him. then smooths him on the head. An’ dad he moans and whimp- ers, just like a little kid, ’N_ mom she slices onions, like once before she did, *Nen puts some sugar on ’em and sets ’m back to warm, An’ says, “It’s gettin’ darker, I b'lieve it’s goin’ t’ storm.” Miz Jones just come to borry mom’s heart-shaped jelly mold, ’N Shucks! When pa groaned loud- est, mom whispered, “Just a cold.” dad 'm goin’,