The evening world. Newspaper, March 11, 1922, Page 13

THREE SECTIONS. . ” enn ca: atone aenes SATURDAY, MARCH 11, SECTION TWO. Q The Lie That Waked Tom Up By MARY SINGER Illustrated by WILL B. JOHNSTONE A Charming Tale of Awakened Ambition and Full-Flowering Love CHARACTERS IN THE STORY. TOM WINTERS, a-man who got into a rut and told a lie. Mak- ing good on the lie he made good in another way and all his petty decep- tion was more than balanced by the outcome. ROSE WINTERS, his wife, who had taken on a sombre view of life all because some one else had been wearing blue glasses, WILIAM H_ BURR, who had a lot to de with rewarding a sus- N Saturday night Tom Win- ters allowed himself to be drawn into a friendly game of poker and won $30. Which does not signify that Tom was an ha- bitual card player; quite the contrary. Of all model husbands, Tom. stood somewhere in the lead of the proces- sion. Weekly and to the dot he hand- ed over his unopened pay envelope. Such had been his intention on this epoch marking Saturday night. But when he presented himself at his own apartment he foumd his wife gone, while a hurriedly scribbled note on the dining room table conveyed the mes- sage that she had been called to her mother. Thus the deviation of Tom Winters from the path of husbandly virtue and the accumulation of the aforesaid $30. All the way home Tom Winters felt the burden of those thirty unearned dollars. What should he do with them? He might buy Rose one of those beaded bags that her heart was 80 set on, ang say he had saved the money out of his allowance. But, then, she might argue that the money could have been spent to better ad- vantage. Rose was like that—always denying herself the little things that she needed. Then again, he might buy an electric vacuum cleaner, or a—— And, so pondering, he once more ap- proached his flat and let himself in. It was dark; she was not yet home, Tom flipped out his pay envelope. He had steamed it open to enter the game. For a few seconds he specu- latively eyed that manila container of his weekly stipend, and then picked it up, counted a five-dollar bill from his ecard earnings, placed it with the four tens, carefully resealed the envelope, and sat down to wait. A little past midnight Rose came home. “That you, Tom?" “Mother's not feeling well. So I stayed"—— Seen in the light of the shaded lamp, she was; a rather small slip of a woman with pale, colorless, blond hair whose glints of red showed a possi- bility of beauty with proper care. Her round little face was pale, and wore a worried, harassed look that quite ob- literated the charm of a pair of large, decidediy blue eyes. Coming to his chair, she made a perfunctory little peck at his hair, and then added a passionless kiss on his cheek as he tried to draw her near. Then, sighting the pay envelope on the nearby table, she reached for it and wearily opened it, counting the bills as a matter of course, Twice she counted them, and then, with a fieet- ing glance at Tom, counted them a third time—holding the additional five off from the rest, “Why—why, Tom—there’s forty-five here.” “I know.” “You got a caise?” Tom nodded. “Oh, Tom!” Whereupon she threw her arms about his neck, kissed him squarely upon the lips, and then sank against “OH—OH, TO—OM.” THE TEARS CAME AND SOBBING CONVULSIVELY SHE SANK DOWD ON tained effort in the right direction. MRS. BURR, who appears only incidentally but makes a good im- pression, MR. MELLET, whose reputation for being hardboiled was as well earned as that of a picnic egy—up to a certain point. THE BUDSONS, who are just real, fine, good, wholesome young folk and the best kind of neighbors. him, quite overcome. For four years he had stood still at $40 a week. And now—— “Maybe now, Tom, I can give the washing out?” “You sure can, Roses.” That pet name came hard to Tom THE BED. Winters. It was the first time he had called her that in four years. Once, it came to his lips naturally, but that seemed years ago, when hope was high. Theirs had been an ardent and co- mantic courtship, and they had start- ed their marital life with fervor and —