Life — August 13, 1925 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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where...” Which, I'll admit, is a pretty threadbare beginning to things, but you know perfectly well the begin- nings of things don't count—and strangely enough, Julia more than half meant it. “Your pulse is too fast,” said the Stranger. “I don’t know why I let you talk to me like that,” said Julia, languorously, “but you seem so—so sympatico. Or maybe,” she added ingenuously, “it's those last sixteen cocktails I had.” “Most likely,” said the Stranger, grimly. “Julia—I want you to go away with me.” y?" said Julia. iuse—I love you.” aid Julia, id the Stranger, as if he ing on a Lynnhaven, “do you love mc—a little?” aid Julia, simply, and waited. 1f he kissed her, Julia thought, she would deduct twenty from his score, which up to now had been perfect. But the Stranger did not kiss her, showing that he was, indeed, an unusual beezle. “Julia,” he continued, “I want you to go away with me—away from all...this. I have a litle place in Connecticut where you will be freer, happier. Where you will be...” “Yes” said Julia, simply. i “Yes,” murmured Julia. (Oh, it must have been the cocktails!) “I am not afraid. For your voice comes out of the past, dear, and your face—your face...yes, take me away.” “To-night,” whispered the Stranger, very, very tenderly. “To-night,” whispered Julia. a sacrament. “Poor little thing,” said the Stranger brokenly, “poor little broken blossom. You will be so much better—at my place in Connecticut.” “Who are you?” asked Julia. It was the cocktails, all right. “Not that it matters, for I give myself into your care entirely. But who are you?” “I am,” breathed the Stranger, “your old family ice-man. And my _ place in Connecticut is my health farm, where you used to play with Daisy the cow and Spotty the pup.” “Mr. O'Flaherty!” said Julia. “If that isn't dumb! No wonder you seemed familiar, Why, I haven't seen you since I used to ride on your ice-wagon as a little girl.” “And of course,” said the Stranger wistfully, “you wouldn't know me since I shaved off my beard.” “And,” said Julia, “this isn't the Adventure of Adventures, after all. “Not in these stories, it ain't,” said the Stranger grimly. It was Myrtle on Current Cfiction YRTLE thinks that, honestly, the world is getting better and to prove it, why, you've only got to look at the magazines. Why, when she was a girl —wcll, anyway, just a few years ago—the magazines had the most awful things in them, but now every story has a moral, if you know what she means. Candidly, Myrtle doesn't think there’s anything wrong about sex, in itself, you understand. Sex can really be very beautiful. Now, you take the story she was reading the other night. It was one of those true ones, you know. Of se, it might have been touched up a little here and there, bot it must have been really true, that is, the parts that cowit, because no girl could think up all those things right out of her head, without the experience. It was about a girl who was captured and taken aboard the Rum Fleet and kept there for weeks and weeks by those terrible men, and all the time the captain trying to force her to marry him, but, of course, she wouldn't think of such a thing because she was ged to a fellow on shore and he was just absolutely wild worrying about what had become of her, The article was in two tain the first Trouble.”’ We have great things in store for you, Mr. or Miss Reader. miss our next issue, because that will con- instalment of Sidney Wrench’s new novel, It’s a BIG theme handled in ond one comes out, but she knows the girl is going to escape and she will probably reform the captain because you can sce that even he has the instincts of a gentleman. Most all of us have Better Natures hidden away some- where, don't you think? Or don’t you? Well, in the last paragraph of the first instalment, where he had her in the most frightfully compromising position, his eyes filled with tears and he said, “Gad, little gell!" He was probably thinking of his own daughter, back in the Bahamas, and besides, no one who could say, “Gad, little gell!” could be all bad, do you think? Or do you? So Myrtle hopes you know what she means when she says sex can honestly be the loveliest thing in the world if it is handled right. Of course, it's something her mother would rather have been killed than talk about when she was her age, but nowadays girls are so different, if you know what she means. So—where was she? Oh, yes— these people who are getting out these true stories are really doing something noble, Really. And anyway, where would the world be with- out sex? It's so big and vital, isn’t it? And it's no use trying to shut your You won’t want to “My Old Throat eyes to it, because it's there. Don't you think? Or don’t you? a BIG way, and will be shown at your instalments and Myrtle 5 S < favorite motion picture theatre soon. can't wait until the sec- comicbooks.com