Life — September 15, 1910 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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The Victory OUNG Mrs. Widowton was musing Y on the terrace of her charming suite at the St. Anthony, overlooking the She held a note from Bobby Hil- ton tel « her he would call at five, and she rose to get into a gown to receive him She liked Bobby, but would have been gladder to look forward to this visit if she did not know that it mean of the subject that was his main now—her promise to take a second ven- imto the matrimonial rapids with river. renewal 1 1. ture him. She rather enjoyed her widowhood, und she was getting just a bit strong- minded in an inoffensive sort of wa She had plenty of moncy, lots of inter- admirers and—fre If she fell clamorously in love ith Bobby, she might marry hin t. He was a gentle, mild sort of esting friends and she a chap, cnormously clever as a civil engi- nee He could build bridges id light tunnel through mountains and under rivers, but he looked on his talents line so simply that very few who knew him realized what a genius he was She felt as she slipped a lace gown over her head and drew her arms care- fully through the filmy sleeves that she would make him understand to-day defi- nitely that he must not recur to the sub- ject if they were to remain friends. Just had begun to hook the dress the telephone bell rang and she beard from below that Mr. Hilton was she calling t for a few She requested that he w moments and then for a maid. This particular gown was a most difficult task, for alternate buttons with loops to slip over them a hooks between to hold rang there were the fra both stretched painfully back over her shoulders she poked and pushed in her efforts to make the sides meet, but they cluded her impishly until suddenly she felt soi She drew a deep breath and rested her arms arms thing catch. a minute, then rang furiously again. EQUAL RIGHTS Judge: WHAT'S THE CHARGE, OFFICER > “ NON-SUPPOKT, YOUR HONOR.” WHO MAKES THE CHARGE, THE MAN o8 THE WoMan?" A LADY'S HACK Then she braced her foot upon a chair and taking a deep in-breath drew most of the back of the bodice up on her shoulder-blades and t the hooks in the lace fingers, After all he would not notice The telephone bell rang again sharply and again Mr. Hilton’ up She slammed the crossly and reaching back her arn: the san to catch trembling and with was a man © into the rest derneath she snapped the waist to; Her red and temples throbbing, Just then a bell-boy opened the door and ushered in Bobby they had mistaken her diree- anyhow, face was her Evidently tion. She called to him through the cur- ains to go out on the terrace while she rized her hands with violet smoothed her ha puff across her finger-nails was broken scratched her hand ¢ deeply vay water, rand drew a powder- One of her and a pin had clly. She breathed several times in an back her calm cheeks. effort to get before she greeted him. He stood on the terrace, quict smile and kindly eyes tating her. She had often wished that Bob's eficets were broader, as it never heard laugh ive vent to exclamations of intense joy or sorrow, It cer nly made cresting if he seemed to have capacities for deep fecling. Just now she was over-wro and she felt that if he spoke of their marriage she would positively shriek his gentle, almost irri- were him loudly or as other men did. a man more ii As she faced him, nervously conscious