The evening world. Newspaper, October 8, 1921, Page 13

ot ages rie 7 ‘ 1 ' a ¥ ; ' —— TWO SECTIONS. | ever Deal With a Woman By MRS. WILSON WOODROW Illustrated by WILL B. JOHNSTONE A Scheming New York Criminal Lawyer--An Obliging Safe Breaker—A Beautiful ‘ and Clever Society Leader Who Succeeds in Protecting Her Own Good Name. HILIP AMBS was a tortoise- man — sure, slow, cautious, methodical and very obstin- ate; and he, blind victim of the law of the attraction of opposites, had fallen in Jove with and married Betty Dormer, the maddest of hare- women. She was as inconsequential as & morning breeze, as extravagant as the proverbial inebriated mariner, as @aring as steeple-jack. She not only achieved publicity; she had it thrust upon her in a way that made press- agents sicken with envy and caused her husband sleepless nights. She was the tonic that kept old ladies creak- ing in their rocking chairs on summer porches and saved them from suc- eumbing to fat on the brain. And fin- ‘ally, she was the life-preserver of re- porters in the slack news-season. The headline, ‘Latest Stunt of Most Dar- fmg American Sportswoman,” was kept standing in type. Ames was a very busy man indeed. He had not only the task of husband- ing and increasing a large inherited fortune of his own, but he was the steward of his wife’s money. In addi- tion, he had taken on himself the thankless and impossible job of keep- tng her out of mischief, and oconscien- tiously and stubbornly applied himself to it. It seemed a more thankless and tmpossible undertaking than usual one Saturday afternoon when he hastened {nto the Grand Central Terminal to take a train to Chicago for an impor- tant business conference. He was standing dejectedly before eme of the gates when he saw in the hurrying throngs a tall, imposing man who had evidently just stepped from @ suburban train and whom any one that knew their New York would have easily recognized as Heywood Achison, the famous criminal] lawyer. Ames waved his hand and caught Achison’s quick eye. Immediately the fatter swerved from his course and came toward him, noticing as he did @o that the other, in spite of his sleek, well-groomed appearance, wore & har- assed and despondent air. As the two shook hands, though, Philip brightened a little. In his pres- ent perturbed state of mind the desire was strong for the counsel of som«¢ gafe person; and who safer than Achison? After a brief word or two he drew the lawyer away from the group about the gate, “T’ve got something on my mind, Achison. I fust closed a rea)-estate ) deal—some of Betty's property—with that man Sprague, and he made a first payment of $30,000 in Liberty bonds. Jt was afler banking hours, and there was nothing to do but chuck them into that old safe of father’s in the library. I can't help feeling uneasy about them, and I’m wondering if you would mind getting me @ night watchman or some ene of that sort to stand guard pver the house while I'm away.” “Certainly, if you wish it,” agreed ‘achison; “but -I don't know that it's altogether advisable, Burglars don't efien work without being pretty sure qhat they're going after, and to put @ & watchman would stmply adver- @ise the fact that you had something qorth their efforts. Does any one be- gide yourself and Betty know that the Qonds are im the houser” “Botiy doesn't,” returned Ames om- phatically—‘‘nor any one else.” “Are the bonds registered?” “No. As far as that goes, I haven't even got the numbers of them. When Sprague turned them over, I asked him for his list; but he said that he had kept them in his safety-deposit box and had never bothered to list them, I intended to do it myself, but Betty had to start an argument, and before I realized, it train-time, and I simply had to grab my bags and was run. Darn women, anyhow!” “God bless women!” laughed Achi- scn. “Cheer up. You've had a rough day, and your nerves are a little on edge. But don’t worry; your bonds are perfectly safe, and Betty will be all right by the time you get home.\ What was the matter? Did she find another lady’s letter your coat pocket?” “No; and she wouldn't bother if she in THORNE MENACED HER WITH THE PISTOL. “YOU SHUT UP AND BETTY AMES OBEYED HIM. did,” Ames growled ‘She's not the jealous kind, and she knows that I wouldn't waste a thought on any other woman—knows it too well, It’s only that she came at me for a perfectly tncredible sum of money, and refused @0 let me even know what she wants it for. Lord knows what she’s been «ap to. She— But that’s my train they’re calling,” he interrupted bastily, “F’ve got to run. Be dong! ouT.” He passed througk the gate, and the lawyer, deep in thought, walked out into the crowds and noise and late- afternoon sunshine of 42d Street. His car was waiting for him, and he was at once driven to his home in one apartment houses of the upper east side. There, although he had spent a long day on the links, and was craving a bath and a change into dinner-clothes, he seated hims:lf before the telephone and spent a half- hour or more in inviting a number ‘of guests to one of his justly celebrated Sunday night suppers on the following evening. When Achison entertained, which was not infrequently, it was always an event. This especial Sunday night he was at his best, urbane, witty, flat- tering, the centre of a laughing group; but any one watching him closely might have seen that his steely eyes of the exclusive pA SEL TELE EN GO ~) ek > <pikemeeninee Sor roved frequently over the heads of the company and glanced toward the door, Presently it was with a slight, satis- fied Uft of his eyebrows that he saw Betty Ames come mM, He detached himscif casily and went forward to meet her, bat not umti] dhe was half- Way ecross the room. He wae gope:- eus; he would mot detract from her entrance. "¥ou are eruelty tate," satf Acirison, on ST UE ae, ear > taking her hand. beside “TIT want you to sit me at supper and compose @ new dish which my cook and I have spent all afternoon in inventing.” She made a queer grimace. “Just so it isn’t beef-stew, at present.” “That means something,” said Achi- son quickly. “You'll have to tell me later.” I'm not taking any “It means a lot, especially when you translate it into ftigures,"’ she said, still enigmatic. “My dull shook his head, as he led it.” > He her to the table and began mixing deftly in the big chafing-dish something which was very @ar from beef-stew. “You'll have to explain further. And what, by the way, have you been do- ing to Philip? I saw him at the sfa- tion yesterday, and he was pretty well down." wits don’t grasp silver STAY IN THIS ROOM TILL ! GET “He hudn't got back his wind,” she retorted coolly, “We went to the mat verbally. I told him I had to have $25,000 at once and no questions asked, and he had heart-failure.” “Poor Philip!" Achisom murmured sympathetically. “Poor Philip?’ in caustic mockery. “Philip's rick, It's Betty that's poor,” He twitched up his cyekeews humo ourty.