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ave » im the fifth year ef her married tinved to drift apart and more openiy he tndul flirtation and heavy drinking. Juet as Bella 4 his appetite for plunging into 18 SEVERN, ® .AUBENE ; > On the him making an Iv Frost in the alr of that early win. Gay lent its suntight the cold nce of diamond dust. On Fifth Wenue tho crush of motor cars had s0 dense that one could hard drive from the Plaza to Thirty. street in less than thirty min bition institution of New York, run in direct, more or lesa open, and fa ously successful defiance of the Eighteenth Amendment, Amelie Severn kept Bellamy kick ing his heels a bad quarter of an hour longer than she need have, but his temper was obscured by the ad ration which her undeniable good looks excited. There was compensa tion In the knowledge that one had made « conquest of #0 rare a crea ture, Amelte had married Ross Severn because he was well-to-do, uninter esting. middleaged, of good family; and had quickly repented because he spotied her and showed no tntention or * tam to be a good life Insurance risl She frankly owned as muoh while Bellamy was helping her with her wrap in the semisectusion of thetr as yet uncurtained booth. “Thrilled to a jellybeant she de clared. She shrugged out of her furs, planted elbows upon the table one will flirt with fire, the first | cradied her o! upon the backs of ts to take out insurance, | engaged fingers, and peered ebout Today found Bellamy more out of|/the room with quick, tquisitive, or with himself than ever be) birdli lances. “Rosa would be fu . More disposed to consider turn.’ rious.” over a new leaf, a project often “Hope so. If he weren't, he ought ied by his conscience (always|to be spoken to about it.” ‘ be was falling out of love), “Oh, why worry about Ross? He's > B.arerevee but bever sertously | just a husband.” ‘Thrice In the course of the secant ir he spent at his desk Bellamy famy fumed over every halt dic by the winking semaphore | of the traffic towers. In hie tanding [t was essential that tar should set him down tm front the sedate prossed-brick etructure Bast Thirtieth street whose en was flanked by an ever-stain, plate of brass advertising tn dig. black letters, “OFFICES OF RE DRUCE ESTATE”—necessary the planting of what he was| d to term his “alibi.” Tt was true, Lucinda had never ned to question a servant about comings and goings, he had no/ on to believe she would ever be far forgetful of her dignity. Still, worth considering.” “I'd lke to see Rose..." A laugh cause he was afraid the girl at the jetiboard might listen In. IMA In the end he left his office half hour eartier than he need have took a taxi to the Clique, }ing waiter, “What kind of cocktail, Amelie? Everything else ts ordered.” “A TNT, please.” ‘The waiter noted down this fright ful prescription with entire equa- — out a hand to the telephone, | of lazy insolence rounded off Ame lest ning to call up Amelie and call | Me's thought. “Besides, I'm not doing uae geoff: and thrice withheld his hand, |anything wrong. . .” bet- ly because he hated the thought “Not yet." Bellamy admitted rere 9 wrangle over the wire, partly jequably. He nodded to thelr hover ney or z a Clique Club was a post-proht nimity, but lingered. “Et mon = ADVENTURES 3 OF THE TWINS i “Oh, isr’t il beautiful!” Nancy gasped “Silver,” answered the Mushroom. “And those flowera?” asked Nancy. “They're all yellow and shiny, What are they made of?” 4,” said the Mushroom. The magic Green Shoes set the ins and the Magical Mushroom] ywn very gently on top of @ high ntain on the moon. “Well, we're here!’ sail the Mush | “Gol: voking ‘round curtously. "The| * place hasn't changed much.” on Nick. “They look like @lamonds.” “Changed!” exclaimed Nick. “Why,| “Some of them are,” nodded the you ever here before™" Mushroom. “And some ar: moon. I should say #7" answered | stones, and some are pweris. Bome Mushroom. “About three bhun-|are merely rock crystal and some “Ww rs ago. One night the moon |are coral.” how up and i had to find out] “Oh, there's a city” pointed # trouble.” Nancy. “And it's white, too, What's “What was it?” asked Nancy, | it made of? ly | “Ice,” replied thetr taicy friend. “Just an eclipse. ‘They’e common | “Ice that never melts here on the 1 and nobody bothers about |moon. It can be carved into beaut But there was « to-/ ful shapes.” that time, I teli you! How| “I see another city yonder.” eried you like the place?” | Nick, pointing tn an opposite direo- The Twins looked down from the |tion. “Is it ice, too? t eight where they were| “No, fine marble with trimmings ing and their ayes grew bigger of jewel! was the answer, “The bigger with wonder cities on the moon are so beautiful "Oh, isn't ft beautitul’ Nancy | they cannot be described. But come! pe |We must find Mr. Pettwbout, the “It's fine, all rightes,” declared | Manin-the-Moon. He'll he waiting.” ik. “Nicest place I've ever seen. at are those trees made of?” (To Be Continued) 1923, by Beattle Star) (Copyright, @eeFor You to Color TINTED TRAVELS By Hal Cochran (Coprright, 1929, by The Seattle Sart Pores oeceesccsoooeoeccccrce CONEY ISLAND With ferris wheels and shoot thechutes And joy-rides being, run, —~ Old Coney Island, in NewYork, 1s where folks all have fan. j OUR BOARDING HOUS WHY SURE I'M GONNA H PUT THIS OL! HAY HELMET E-THROUGH “TH’ PACES AGAIN THis SUMMER = THERE'S STILL A LOT OF SNAP aN! GTVLE LEFT IN rr ALL rr NEEDS 1S A LIL CLEANING. GETOUT} THAT OL! COW PEED WILL START UNWINDING WHEN You PASS A HAT GTORE = HA-HA WAIT TILL PT DRYGe« “TH! WAVES IN IT WILL FATTLE “And husbands haven't any rights | nd the rocks shine, ‘oo! went | “THIS HAT TONIC I'M GRIN OFF “TH' "MONA CENTS GAVES ME FIVE CLANKS! thank you." monsieur?” Professtonal polse was sadly shattered for an in stant Bellamy tried to cover his annoy ance with a laugh, but surprised « jlook of dark resentment in Amelie’s | eye. “De you want the walters to think you bring me here solely to satiaty my appetite for liquor?” “Sorry, Amy. Make it « rule never | to drink before evening.” “Then why come here at alll” Bellamy surveyed the restaurant without bias, “Not @ bad little hole for people in our position.” The melon, inedible and uneaten, Was removed, soup ia cups was sub stituted, “People in our position? I'm to understand, then, any ‘little hole’ te good enough for me, so long as I don’t interfere with Luctnda’s parties at the Ritz.” Bellamy straightened his spine and put down his spoon. An understand jing captain of waiters read his troubled eye and mate casual occa sion to draw the curtains across the front of the booth. “It ta because Lucinda’y Imehing at the Rits today, tan't itt “My dear Amy,” said Bellamy goolly; “I'm unaware of having done anything to provoke this, and if I've sinned unwittingly, I beg your par Gon very truly. Won't you believe that, please, and let me eff for to Gay? I'm feeling rather rusty my- |nelf, dear, and this is beginning to |get on my nerves.” At his firet words the woman drew back, flushing, eyes stormy above a mouth whose gentle allure lost Itself in a hardening lina Then swiftly reconsideration followed, visibly the selfish second thought took shape tn the angry eyes and melted their toe to w mist of unshed tears beneath lids newly languorous, The petulant too, refound their tremulous Amelie's hand fell upon Bellamy'e in @ warm, convulsive clasp. Sho leaned across the corner of the tabie, He kinsed her adequately but with out any sort of emotion, thinking It strange, all the while her mouth |clung to hia, that he should #0 clear | lly know this to be good acting, no} | more than that, no less. | |was not acoustomed to women at so young ® stag timacy! that came later, can ly; but never before had !t come so soon, And in a little quake of dread |he wondered if it were because he had grown old beyond his years, too | aged in sentimental tippling to have lretained the capacity for generous credulity of his younger years. Or | was it that the wo inaincertty had #0 eaten out her heart, no tech |nical perfection could 4 persua sion to her playing, her caresses’ po j tency 7? Or that he had, since morn |ing, fallen in love with his wife all again and eo truly that no rival n could seem real? | | It was true, at least, that his | thoughts were quick and warm with |memories of Linda even while he| was most engaged with the effort to | do justice to Amelie’s lips leatving this to be so, selif-contempt | took hold of him like a sickness. ‘They remimed their poses of nom chalant and sophisticated creatures bly discussing an informal meal, t first the woman made effective | of a handkerchief | Forgive me, dear,” @he mur | | mured. “I know ft was perfectly rot- | ten of me, but I couldn't help ft. I'm & bit overwrought, Bel, not too hap- py; being in love with you has made the way things are at home doubly | hard to endure, you must know that; land then—of course’—she smiled nervously—"'I'm jealous.”” | Hoe was silent, fiddling with a fort, | iding her eye. ‘Ot Lucinda—you understand.” He nodded heavily. “Yes . Bhe waited an instant, and when | he didn’t say more, began to see that | she had overplayed her hand. UGING WOULD "TAKE “TH’ LIGA” PAINTING = "TEN MAKIE YOU SEA- SICK: TD CHECK 'AT RELIC WA NOSE- How Do You Do, ouviA! | SEE YOURE BUYING SOME. NEW SCENERY! “You do love ma, don't you, Beit" | “Ot course.” | “rhen you must know how hard ft ts for me, you onn’t blame me for growing impatient.” Thia time he looked up and met her gauze “Impatient for what?” “Why, for what every woman ex pects when she's in love and the man whom she loves loves her; some: | thing definite to look forward to, I | mean, We can't go on like this, of | course.” | “No, not Itke this” | “I'm not the kind of a woman for & holeand-corner affair, Bel. If I were you wouldn't be in love with me.” | He nodded intently. “What do you | propose?” | “I've been watting for that to come | from you, dear: but you never seem | to live for anything but the mo-| ment.” “I've got to know what's tn your mind, Amy, Tell me frankly.” “Well, then!’—the saw the mis take of ft Instantly, but for the life of her couldn't muffie the ring of challenge—"I fancy it meana Reno for both of us.” “Meaning I'm to @tvoree Linda and | marry you?" | Bhe gave a Geprecating flutter of hands. “What ¢lae can we do?” Bellamy said with atubborn shake of his head: “Never without good cause; and as far as I know Linda’s blameless. I'm a pretty hope- less proposition, I know, but not quite «0 bad as all that.” Amelie sat back, her color rising. | She could not misinterpret the de | termination tn his temper; yet van. ity would not permit her to forego one last atternpt. “But if she should divorce ar” (Continued Tomorrow) } ? ae By a CHAPTER XII—INTIMATE TALK OF GIRLS Never did two women gut together for an hour without discussing « man. 1 often wonder If men discuss | women as frequently and as frankly, and I wonder why a man and a | woman never tell each other really important truths. Bart Elliot hed always heen confi-| dential about his “cases,” bat I knew he always left some things out. And 1 never had dared to ask Part what \girls want to know. about the jemotions of men. Perhaps, now 1 am married, Jack and I can talk frankly. Pot I am not eure, For Mary mith says that OUR FIRST YEAR Bride when she and her husband touch upon intimate matters they always quarrel! Of the five girls who tynched with me today, Bonny Tearle ts youngest, She ts an incorrigible Uttle flapper of the ultra-modern type. Bonny has everything In the world except idents Jeanne Allson ts a elgaretamok- ing college grad, who scorns men since she escaped from what prom. | iwed to be a romance with one of her | professors. As a sophisticated young woman she frankly desires to box Honny's ears when Bonny tells about her petting parties. DOINGS OF THE DUFFS SS lof his devotion to his wife! TAKE frou AN! PLANT IT BUS» t's GONE TO SEED = \F tT RAINED ON ~ THAT LID, WHIGK | | BROOMS WOULD | SPROUT ON IT = | ONLY WAY “Td | WEAR “THAT STACK \S TD GET IN A CYCLONE AN’ WALK ouT FROM A SODA OL * * Eartyday ohiliren bed some wonderful playhouses, the kind that children of 1922 know very Uttle about Walls of growing frees and carpets of moss, and curtains of feathery forna, dishes of their own finding and tables and chairs made in the shops of make-be Neve, They played tn thelr pinay houses, too; they dida’t ret them for Christmas and never care about them any mora And they made plryhouses and played in them during recess time at school. You me, there were tall trees, and thick under- brush growing up closs to the school house, and so there wasn't enough clear space to play ball, a play teacher teach them Mr, Chas. Ross of Puyallup told the kiddies about one of these playhouses at tho Mranklin school In the year 1874. All around thé schouw great oot- tonwood trees grew. Rome of those had been cut dow1 and used for firewood, leaving 8 bit of open If LeT’s Go IN HERE - "LL TREAT You To ar Qrattle bel C ee Page 678 IT LOOKED ALRIGHT OD THE OLD He HOLDER NEWT SHES AREARIN® space, but one had heen only ! alt cut and had toppled over against another tree with Its leafy tops on the ground. | For five yeare ft bed hung there when the iittle girls found | tt, and the halfleening trunk was all covered with velvety mons, nd under the fallen branches was | a sort of leaty fairy cove, What a place! Day after day | the children gathered rnore moss, |} and little ferns und ¢ainty wild ' flowers, and, day after day the children brought ther treasures and hid them there and it was really a beautiful spot So one day a littin girl sald, “Let's ask teacher out to see It, it's so awfully preity.” Bo “teacher” was invited. “onr “Oh! how per fectly Then she caught her “But chil'ren,” she Some day reath, | added, “it isn't sate that tree will fall the sest of the way and you mustn't play here— it's dangerous.” They went slowly In to school, sorry they had shown their beauty spot to so unreasonable a woman. But the next morning, while they were reciting a lesson, a fear. ful crash shook the schoolhouse, ‘The tree had fallea, but the Uttle girls were sate, going to the playhouse with Bart?” I expected that question from Bonny before the salad, It came with the soup, “Nothing! Not @ word? T replied, “Welt, my husband wou'd have slammed the door in my facet put lin Mary Smith, not tragteally, not | indignantly, but proudly. It was as if Mary Smith's husband's Jealousy | were an advertisemont ef the d “You two-Mary and Peg—repre- ery as a wifet Yes, Mery! You ab- nolutely do! And Peg ta free and equal—in theory, But how about practice, Peg?" “Yes! Tell us how you got away with it the other night! begged Bonny. “Didn't need to get away with any- thing, I averred, “Our plan's all girls, I recommend it.” mean, now you married, go out with other men? Smith smiled sweetly to prove nent the old and the new?" laughed “What did Jack say rlout your Jeanne, “Mary gloats over her slay- she wasn't being cattish, “Now be careful, Pug,” warned LL PAY FoR THIS, OLIVIA! NAD OMER D, = UNCLE JOHN TORIN SAYS HE WISHES THE BOYS Bur FROM HIM WOULD WAIT “TLL THEY GET HOME RYN O THEIR KNIVES — | oH iil WANES -AATCHE TS" aS i POCKET Cyt} a =>. (PLL TELL You - WE’LL EACH PAY FoR OvR Own! =. BY ALLMAN. THAT'S ALL RIGHT-| WELL GO FIFTY- FiFTty! (GT MS STATE A NATURAL CLAW IN PHYSICS. WHEN ONG WISHES To MOVE AN OBJECT WHICH] LS AT REST SUFICLENT POWER Must GE APPLIGD TO IT TO OVER= CONG THe WITH RESPECT TO AN OF RICE DOOR USMT OPEN WHICH THE INDIV DUAL BeroRS HE ESCNTCRS Jeanna. “We spinsters hang upon your words.”* I stammered. It's so hart to tell where a wife can begin to talk about her personal affairs, and where she must limit her revelations “Come on! Tell us!" Bonny. “Unless you married women who know teach us girls, how are we women going to reform marriage?” persisted Jeanne. “How are we go: ing to perfect our lovers? And keep our husbands—when we get ‘em? coaxed “Girls, you know our theory, Jack's and mine, We are to go. ccoseD ia FINDS where we like, when we like, with whom we like, man or girl, “Well, I've been married only a month, 'The theory promises to work all right. Jack won't get Jealous. Neither will 1, “But—it doesn't male me happy! I simply don't want to be with any man except Jack! I've known Bart Eliot all my life, And alredy he is like a stranger to me!” Mary Smith griane’ #0 com placently that Jeanne criea out: “Don't ever confess that to your husband!" (To Be Continued