“Oh. that'* too bad." be Mid with ' Repperx, Christmas bu&ars, charity

concern. “Cant ^on manage *>me-1 'lance*, and *o on. . t“ Rose had set her a number of time*

“Too bad!" Mid Bose In lively dla- ; before the Incident referred to hap- ‘ “If* too heavenly! I've tot a w-ned. but bad altvaya nrveyed the

INTON ALDRI6H MEETS A FAMOUS ACTRESS ARS SOME PUZZLING STATEMENTS ABOUT RELATIONS OF HUSBANDS AND WIVES

IIS—Rose Stanton, student at the University of Chleafo. street ear In the rain after an arfument with the conducaccosted by a yount man who offers help and escorts her lour later, this man. Bodney Aldrich, well-to-do lawyer, he home of his sister, the wealthy Mrs. Whitney, to atday dinner In hla honor. Mrs. Whitney sutcesta that if* lodney looked around for a wife. Be laughs at bar, but later he marries Bose Stanton.

whole day Just to enjoy being myself being—" she reached for his hand, and. gen Inc It. stroked her cheek with It “—beinc my new aelf. Portia ■sed to think I faked pretty well. Bnt I never waa—don't yon know?—right. So, yon see. If* a real adventure Just j to say—wall, that I want the car at I a quarter to eleven and to tell Otto exactly where I want him to drive me to. I always feel as If I ought to My ( that If hell Just stop the car at the corner of Dtversey street. I can walk." Be laughed out at that and asked her bow long she thought this blissful state of things would last.

“Forever." she said.

But presently the looked at him rather thoughtfully. "Of course It's none of It new to yon." she said. “—not the silly little things, nor the things we do togelhcr—oh. the dinner*, and the dances, and the operas. Do you sort of—wish I'd get tired of in Is it a dreadful bore to you?" “So long as It doesn't bore yoo." be said; “so long aa yon go oo—shining the way you do over It and I am where 1 can see you i-hlne"—he took hold of b h her hands, "so long ns Ifa like that, yen wonder," he Mid. “well, the dinners and the operas and all that may be piffle, but I shall be

blind to the fact."

She kissed both his hand* and told

IV—Continue^

0 hear a word mors Lances. Tm coming the said, “and well go inch. Don't yon reali't talk about It Uke you wouldn't, but Ifa i-table she got as det of the affair as Bodlambullstlc condition. 1 her. and the passed that evening aa they the North tide for

Idy’* the only brother orld. and Tin not goI can help it. That's a If she doesn't Uke 1. though, she forgot aoluUon almost with Row. Rodney's atitiou of her had been it what be had pre- ■ for. nncoosclonsly emphasis on one or dr first acquaintance, >f slatternly Amnion, this was. really, very 'hen a perfectly prv-irell-bred. admirably . came Into the took neither ahyly nor S »oy affectation of didn't try to pretend cal moment for her. augh to meet It wither* of panic—when d that this was the aey had been telling 1 In love with her on she watched the gif', k. she found she waa Rose's availability aa y. but Bodaey's aa a It was this, perhaps, ly. at the end of her oddy has been such tber. always, to me. lull find him. aomeolher to you. Don't that happens 1" »TER V. is* Clndere'la. ety editor of “Amerwsptper." aa to its oclolm* Itst-lf to be. be Rodney Aldriche* Ison McCrmrs' bouse. year, beginning In tc of It as an Ideal everybody knew. It louse for a young and It was equally * Rodney Aldriche* iple for It. at It left nothing to in. It was nn ideal ju*o In the Chicago Into something very — Tudor, perhaps — . In the supplemenfurnlture. hatiging-v. b. the establishment politely spoken word ought to be. If you that sort of thing, ia sort of thing you'd

happened In June. Just before the wedding land talked the matter over with Violet Williamson on the way home, afterward. “John said oner." observed Violet, “that If we had to live In that house, he'd either go out and buy a plush Morris-chair from feather-your-nest Saltsman's, and a golden-oak alde- ! board, or else run amuck." Frederica grinned, but waa sure It wouldn't affect Rbdney that way. As for Rose, she thougbt Bose would like It—for a while, anyway. But this wasn't the point. Tm so—foolish about old Rodney, that I can't be sure I haven't—well, caught being mad about Rose from him. It all depends, you see, on whether Rose la going to be a bit this winter or not. If the doesn't—go (and It all depends on her: Rodney won't be much help), why. having a house like that might be pretty sad. Eo, If you're a true friend, yonll tel! me what yon think." “What I really think " amid Vloiet— “of course I suppose I’d My this anyway, but I do honestly mean it—Is thst she'll be what John calls a 'knock-out.' She's so perfectly simple. She's never—dont yon know—being anything. She Just is. And she thinks we're all so wonderful that she’ll make everybody feel warm and nice Inside, and they'll be sure to Uke her." “She's got a reed eye for clothes, too." said Frederic*. “We've been shopping. Well, then. I'm going to teU Bodney to go ahead and take the

bouar."

Bom waa consulted about it, of course, though consulted le perbape not the right word to use. She was taken to see it. anyway, and asked If she liked It—a question In the nature of the superfluous One might as well iisve asked Olnderelle If she liked the gown the fairy godmother had provided her with for the prince's ball. It didn't occur to her to aft how much the rent wonld be, nor would tb* fact hare had any value for her aa an .".lumlnant. because she would have bad no Idea whether six thousand dollars waa a half or a hundredth of her future husband * Income. The new bouse was just a part, as so rnsny of the other things that had happened to her since that night when Rodney had sent her flowers and taken her to the theater and two rertauranU In Martin's biggest Umoualne bad been parts, of a breath-arresting fairy story- i The conclusion Frederica and Violet had come to about her chance for social success, was amply Justified by the event, and It 1* probable that Violet had put her Ang-r upoo the maln-eprtng of lb Bo It fell out that what with the Junior league, the women'* auxiliary boards of one or two of the wore respectable charities, the Thursday club and the Whifflers Uhl* was the smallest and smartest organisation of the lot), fifteen or twenty young women supposed to combine and die aorlal and Intellectual brtlr on even terms. What with all her days were quite ns full as the evenings were, when she and Rodney dined and went to the opera and jwld fabulous price* to queer professionals. to keep themselves abreast of the minute lu all the new Jancrs. Portia had been quite right In *aying that she never had to do anything; the rallying of all her forces under the spur of necessity was an experl- | cnee she had never undergone. And it was also tn.e that her mother, and , for that inatter, Portia herself, had Kindled her a lot—bad run about doing little things for her. come to and shut down her window* in the morning, and opened the register, and. on any sort of excuse, on a Saturday morning. f'«r example, had brought her her breakfast on a tray. But these things had been favor*, not service*—never to he asked for. of course, and always to be acc-J.ed

Hones* from afar. She hung about, within earshot when It was possible, and watched. U-nvlng the active dntie* of entertainment to bMvlly cultured Illuminati Uke the Howard West*, or to clever creatures Uke Bermlone Woodruff and Frederica, and Constance Crawford, whose French was good enough to fill In the interstice* lu Madame Grevtlle's

English

She was standing about like that at a tea one afternoon, when ate heard tbe actress make the remark that American women teemed to her to be nn exception to what she had always supposed to be the general law of

It was taken, by the rather tense llttls circle gathered around her. as a compliment; exactly aa. no doubt Grevllle intended It to be taken. But her look flashed out beyond the confines of the circle and encountered a pair of big. lomlnous eyes, under brows that bad a perplexed pucker In them. Whereupon she laughed straight Into Rose's face and said, lifting her head a little, but not her voice: “Come here, my child, and tell me who you are and why you were looking

at me like that"

Rose flushed, smiled that Irresistible wide smile of hers, and came, not frightened a bib nor. exactly, em-

"One question more," said the Frenchwoman, “and not an Idle one— you will believe that? Alorst Ton love your husband. No need to ask that. But what do you mean by loveT Something vital and strong and es*-o-Ual—the meeting of thought with thought, need with need, desire with deal ret" “Yea." said Bose after a Utile silence, “that's what I mean." There was another silence, while tbs Frenchwoman gated contemplatively out of the open window of the limousine. Then Bose said: “Bnt yon are going to teU me what you meant about —American women." Madame GreviUe took her time about answering. “They are an enigma to me." she said. “I confess lb I haven't ever seen such women anywhere aa these upper-class Americana. They are beautiful, clever; they know

him contentedly that he was a darting, ^rr,*^; certainly not Into pretendBub after a moment's alienee, a Uttle lnc g,, e wa , not surprised, and a Uttle frown puckered her eyebrows and she breathlessly at a loss what to My.

asked him what be was so solemn

aboub

Well, he had told her the truth. But precisely as be said lb he felt that he was not the same man he had been six months ago. Not the man who had tramped Impatiently back and forth acroM Frederica's drawing-room, expounding his Ideals of space and leisure. Not the man who despised the clutter of expenvlve Junk. Thst man would have derided the possibility that he could ever say this thing that he. still Bodney Aldrich, had Just Mid to Rose—and meant. And the terrifying thing was that be hadn't resisted Hie change—hadn't wanted to resist— didn't want to now. as he Mt there looking at the slumbrous glory of her

eyes.

So. when she asked turn what be was looking so solemn aboub he said with more truth than he pretended to himself, that it was enough to make anybody solemn to look at her. CHAPTER VI, Th« First Question and Its Answer. Bote's Instinctive attitude toward the group of young to middle-aged married people Into which her own marriage had Introduced her was founded on the assumption that allowing for occasional exceptions, the husbands and wives felt toward each other as she and Rodney did—were held together by tbe name Irresistible, unanalysable attraction. Oh, there wqre hump* and bruise*, of comae! She bad aeeu Rodney drop and again into a scowling abstraction. during which It waa dent he didn't Want to talk to .her. or even be reminded that she was’ about, that she had gone away flushed and wondering, and needing an effort to hold bark tbe tear*. Tb-se weren't r» jurat occurrences, though, and did no; weaken her idea that, barring tragic and disastrous types—unfaithful husbands, cold.

I'm Rose Aldrich." She didn't. !o word*, say, Tm Just Rose Aldrich." It was the little bend In her voice that carried that Impression. “And I sup’>ose I was—looking that way. because I waa wishing I knew exactly what you meant by what you Mid." j Greville'a eyes, somehow, concen- I trated and Intensified their gare upon ! the flushed young face—took a sort of plunge, so It seemed to Rose, to tbe very depths of her own. It was nn electrifying thing to have happen

to yon.

“Mob Dleu!" she said. “J*al grande on vie de voua le dire." She hesitated the fraction of a moment, glanced at a tiny watch set In a ring upon the middle finger of her right band, took Bose by the arm as If to keep her from getting away, and turned to her

hosicsa.

“You must forgive me." she said. “If 1 mal " my farewells a Uttle Soon. I am tin .er orders to have some air each day before I go to tbe theater and If It Is to be done at all today. I* must be now. I am sorry. I have had a very pleasant afternoon. "Make your farewells also, my child." she concluded, turning to her prlsooar, “because you are going with

No sooner were they seated Id tbe actress' car and beaded north along the drive, than. Instead of answering Bose's question, tbe actrjss repeated one of her own. “I ask you who you are. and you say your name—Rose something. But that tells me nothing. Who are you— one of them?" "No. not exactly" said Rose. “Only by accident. Tbe man I married Is —one of them. In a way. I mean, because of his family and all that. And so they uke me In." “So you er* married." Mid the Frenchwoman. “But not since long?" “Six months." said Rose. She said It ao with the air of regarding It as a very considerable period of time, that Grevllle laughed. “But tell m* about him. then, this husband of yours. I mw him perhaps at the tea this afternoon?'' Rom laughed. “No. bs draws the line at teas." she said. “He says that from seren o'clock on. until as late as I Uke. he's—game, you know—willwhatever I Uke. But until seven, there are ro—weU, he say*, siren songs for him."

is

HIS HARD LUCK

By ADA TURBOT.

Talking of circumstantial evidence." said the lawyer. of course, what the group had really l>ecn discussing was the war. But that didn't make any dlffcrenca. Everybody knows that the man wbo looks out of tbe window la not paying tbe least attraUon to the topic under dlscusslon. “I'd never convict a man on circumstantial evluL-ncc." continued the lawyer. "What's that got to do with the* atomic theory of the universe?" asked Uie man who had been elucidating General Nlrel’e's Uctlcs. “You know my first name la Ivan." explained tbe window-earner. “And that la rather an odd name in this country—perhaps one In a hundred thousand. The chances are If you would go nut nn Main street today and stop every man you met and ask him If his name was Ivan you would work n week before you'd find one. And yet there was .an Ivan here once, somewhere. w ho came near getting me into a peck of trouble. He laid the foundation for ny disbelief In circumstantial evidence." “Well, tell It to us. brother, before we leave the church." “I ought to tell you also that my i wife"* mime is not Laura, so's you'll

bear that In mind. Well. It hapi this way. My wife bed been wanting a gold watch for a long time and I had been promising her one for Just as long a time. A day or two before her last birthday an old client of mine came In and paid me a hundred dollar fee that I had given up a* lost, and so I determined to gratify my wife's long cherished desire and get her a gold watch for her birthday. So I began window shopping aa a preliminary to the final transaction, and I was standing looking in at some fine bits of ehronometrical bijouterie—" “All together, boys—beg pahdon?" “—In a Jewelry store window when a friend of mine wbo was In tbe pawnbroker's business came along snri laid bis band upon my shoulder and asked

j me what I was looking for In tbe Jewbow to dre.r. For tbe first boor, or dry line. I told him. Well, be says, day. or week, of an acquaintance, they you come on down to my place. I have have a charm quite Incomparable, got several peck measurefula of And. up to a certain point, they ex- ladles' watches. Why pay a hundred ercise It. Your Jeunes fillet are amax- dollars when ! can sell you one for Ing. All over the world, men go mad twenty-five. Just us good, and give you about them. But wh»a they marry u fine case to put It In and nobody will . . ." She finished the sentence with be any the wiser? Well, you know a ghost of a shrug, and turned to Rose, economy Is the mother of Inventions. “Can you account for them? Were nr something of that sort, and we had you wondering at them. too. with i-otatoes to buy as well as watches for those great eyes of yours? Alors! tbe home—anyway. I went along. It Are we puxxled by the same thing? looked like be had bushels of them.

What la It. to you. they lack?" Bose stirred a Uttle uneasily. “1 don’t know." she Mid. “except that some of them seem a Uttle dissatisfied and restless, as tf—well, as If they wanted something they haven't got." “But do they truly want It?" Madame Grerille demandeu. “I am willing to be convinced; but myself. I find, of your women of ths aristocrat class, tbe type most characteristic is" —she paused and said the thing first to herself In French, then translated— Is a passive epicure in sensations— sensations mostly mental. Irritating or southing—a pleasant variety. She wait! to be made to feel; she per-

petually—tastes. They g've a stranger

Tell me—you will 'orglre the Indiscretion of a atrmnge-?—bow has It

arrived that you married him? Wat . ... _ , i, ,* _ — know them all), wherever you find it on* of your American romances” ...» i-a . . ,

all styles. I fumbled them o picked out a handsome little fuU-Jew-elod. self-starter, with a Uttle diamond In the center of the Ud. and put It In one of those rich-looking purple velvet boxes with swansdown <>n the Inside and brought It home and presented It to my wife on the morning of her birthday and all went as merry aa a marriage bell, as John L. BolUvan used

to My.

Thai Is to say. for about teu minutes during wulch time my wife, with guohes of feminine rapture, examined the gift inside and outside—or. rather, outside and then Inside. And when she got dear Into tbe vitals of the peaky thing. 1 saw n change come over

Uke me the Impression of being per- her countenance. But she didn’t My fcctly frigid, perfectly passionless, anything—rot Just M that time. She And ao. a* you say, of missing the went ahead tbuuchtfully eating her great thing altogether. A few of your grapefruit—tbe event occurred at omen are great, but not as women, breakfast—while I a'pped my coffee and of second-rate men in petticoats and read the sport page. Then I you bare a vast number. But a worn- heard my wife ask. with a gentle purr

an. great by the qualities of her sex. m her voice: an artist In womanhood. I have not “‘Ivan, who Is LauraT

teen." “'Laura? What Laura? Don't know "Oh. I wish." cried Rose, “that I any Immediate party by that name.' knew wh-.t you meant by that!" “Then tell me what this means.' "Why. regard now." said the actress, 'he says, and she handed me over the In every capital of Europe (and I birthday gift with the Inolde Ud. next

“It didn't aeera very romantic " said Rose. "We Ju« hapi>eur<! to get aequalnted. and we knew almost straight off that w* wanted to marry each other, so we did. and—!t cane out

very well."

Tt ‘cam* out - ?" questioned the

great affair*—matter* of suite, diplomacy. politic*—you find th^ influence of women In them — women of tbe great world sometimes, sometimes of

the half-world . They may not be

beautiful—I have seen a faded woman

of fifty, of no family or wealth, whose

salon attracted ministers of

to the machinery open. Wonld you be-

Ueve It. boys—"

Chorus: “No. v * certainly will not" "Engraved oo Of at Inddo Ud. In letter* of fire, they seemed to me. were the words: 'From Iran to Laura. Christmas, 1913.' I tried to explain. I owned up to tbe truth about getting It by chance In a pawnbroker's shop.

_ they haven't tbe education nor tbe Ub- talked fast and earnestly, but say. t “ics. said Bose. “Ended happily, j ,-rties that your women enjoy, and. In - bad Mime Job pulling It over that that you know." j they are not regarded—how wasn't a watch that 1 had given and

“F-nded!" Madame GreviUe echoed. ; j„ you say?—chivalrously. Yet there

Then she laughed. they are!

Rose flushed and smiled at herself. “And why? Because they are capa“Of course, I don't mean that." she Me of great passions, great desires, adrdtted. “and I suppose six month* They are willing to take tb* art of l*o't s° very long. Still you could womanhood seriously, make Innumerfind out quite k good deal—?" able sacrifice* for It aa one must for “What Is hls affair f" The actress any art. J^i order to triumph In It." preferred asking another question, it Rom- thought this over rather duseemed, to committing herself to an bloamly. It was a new notion to her— answer to Bose's unspoken one. “Is or almost new-. “But oppose." she one of your—what you call, tired objected, "one doesn't want

'ii

business men?"

“He's never tired." Mid Rose, “and i he isn't a business man. He’s a low-

a* existing—marriage was a j yer—a rather special kind of lawyer, whose happy satlafnctonues* [ He has other lawyer*, mostly, for hls more or loss, be taken for clients. He's awfully enthusiastic I mak* i L I cl—at It. He Mys It'a the finest pro- they d< as something that Simone On*-1 f.-^> -a in the world, if you don't let 1 have p ild which gave rise to her first j yourself get dragged down into the | lo me. mg that marriage was n-»t. per- j stupid routine of It. It certainly | captive even between people wbo loved | sound* thrilling when he tells about

•tber—-quite as simple a* UJ It."

No one 1-as studied our Irl- Tb* actress looked round at her. md cultivated classes with more “So " she said, "vow follow hls work and penetraUua than this groat I us l e follows your play? He talks -Austrian actress. She had Uenoudy to you about hls affairs?" opjHWtunities for observation, j "Why, yes." sail! Bose, "we have : while she played !•> bouses i wonderful talks." Then she hesitated, luldn't be dressed to look more “At least are used to have. Th<Te third full, abe wa* enormously I hasn't seemed to be much —time.

umph at it? Sapp u—person, rather 'h There ere othei Madame Grerille a can follow them in

wants to be

Just a woman?" -sreer* indeed." iitted. “and one ic name spirit—

flee* — pay the price Mon Dleu! How I Now you shall talk for that I took you

away with you."

■I back from another girt. Just think of my landing on that particular watch out of several bushels of them la that I a washop—J u«t think of the lucre chance .>f that pawnbroker's happening along Just as 1 was about to step Into that Jewelry store to buy «n«“— why. the chances arc one la a million that I'd land on a watch with the name Ivan In It. Jv.*: fancy—and that's the reason that I'd never convict a man on circumstautial evidence. "But, say, Ivan." said one of the group, “dim t you remember that girt that was cashier in the link Lobster Cabaret? Her name was Laura. The world is full of coincidences. An, yes."

Economic Suggestion.

After her talk wi

h the set-

res*. Rase begin* to

understand

more why it It th

folks don’t always

get along

very well together

e*tmg problem is unfolded in

the next Installment.

historical Interest some *

i> discuss ooffln*. a