Judge — May 5, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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“A Stair-case.” M GETTING the rush of my life,” ‘rankie confided to Ted as they sat ther on the t ce one evening June. “What's the matter with ys? “T guess it’s vou.” he told her, and in- dulged in an amused smile, which with the help of his eyes he converted into an expression of adoration almost before she noticed. “You don seem to mind very much!” “Not very much,” but the smile this time was serious and the full value of his eyes came into it. “You see, I happen to love you, and under the circumstances to trust you along with it.” “They warned me against you, you er, the first time I car but I lieve they meant to protect me from this. It should be part of every girl’s education.” “T've done my best in a limited field,” he countered, “But this time I’m serious and T think you know it.” “Ted, you're incorrigible. Of course, T know it. T love you Whereupon something happened inside of Ted which in all his experience never happened before. A general: pansion took place inside his chest and a general contraction inside his stomach. His arms apparently without guidance, moved in the general direction of Miss Frances Merriman, of Washington, D. C., and the rest of the world—and, well, after that, who knows? * * * * * “T’'ve made up my mind,” said Georg: to Charlie on or about the night of the thirtieth of June. “( tulations,” replied with scathing implications. “Thanks,” and it seemed to Charles that George showed unnecessary signs of satisfaction, “Thanks for what?” he asked to satisfy a mild curiosity. ‘or the congratulations. I've up my mind to marry Frank “It is to laugh,” said Charles. have TL One of us necessarily is wro' uctly,” said ¢ “My sym pathy.” Which brought about a situation the only conceivable relief from which f Charles and George was a recognized and gentlemanly game of chance. “A cold hand of poker to sce who dances first with her Tuesday—and let the best man win.” “You're on,” said Charles—and when the cards turned up they showed that Charles had lost. Charles, made orge. “HE EVENING of the third of July might have been made for romance. Per. haps it was. At least the beauty of the elements was not in the nature of a detri- ment. Ted, however, was. As the ¢ ning progressed there seemed to be some- thing of a predominance of Ted, but a matter-of-fact predominance which mate- ally disturbed the tranquillity of no one. ed had brought her, he must be with more or less. Besides necessary ngements had been made in advance both George and Charlie for dances at strategic points on the only important program of the evening—which, of course, nothing clse mattering, was Frankie's. * * * * * ‘You'll want to smoke,” suggested George to Ted when finally the vital dance arrived, and was calle So'll you.” Ted « tered into the lounge “Dance?” asked Frankie. “Walk,” said George, which they did, with marked accuracy to a secluded place with shrubbery and a bench, and an un- broken view of the lake, and lanterns winking on the clubhouse porch. “We must be married at once,” said rge. Both of us at onc sked just as though she had expected i “Of course,” said other.” But I'm marrying some one else in September. How can 17? Wherewith another romance sliced into the “r recovered, sked Ted at the beginning t number. “I did.” George night.” wled, and saun- “Good- blushed. * * * * “Light?” asked Charlie half an hour ‘rankie, *