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~ entm—anything that came But she lingered before out of the car, to may: : I haven't forgotten a single of your —preaching. Ton said 7 things I want to think about." t trouble yonr soul with that, said the actress. “All the ; you need can be boiled down i sentence, and until you hsre it out yourself, you won't be-

mttend. Bow shall I may It! worth having comes as a gift, even can be bought—cheap, of value In your life will >metime or other have to pay the price of It." i with a very thoughtful, perface that Rose watched the car away, and then walked slowly e house—the Ideal house—ami herself to be relieved of her by the p> rfect maid. * was stilt an hour before she _ a dressing for the Randolph when Rodney came home this scary, nightmarish sort of feelch for no reasonable reason ) be clutching at her. would gotten. She wished he would 1 be wouldn't be late, and t down before the telephoc.a half-formed Idea of calling him

CONDITIONS FM BOSFS HAPPINESS ARE JUST TOO PERFECT IN HER NEW HOME AND SOCIAL SET-SO NATURALLY SHE BECOMES DISSATISFIED WITH THE EASY LIFE

BYNora*. Roee Stanton, studeat at the University of Chicago, ts pot Off «a street car In the rain after an argument with the coodaeSor. ShfTs accosted hy a young man who offers help sad escort* her home. An hour later this man. Rodney Aldrich. wet!-to>4o lawyer, appears at the home of his sister Frederics (the wealthy Mrs. Whitney), and she. telling him he ought to marry, tries to Interest him In a young widow. He laughs at “Freddy.” but two months later he marries Rose Stanton. Roee moves from modest circumstances into a magnificent home and begins to associate with the exclusive social circle. She meets a French actreea who tells her that nothing worth while Is given us—for success, or happiness, or came, or love, we must pay In some manner. 3hes« two are talking when the installment opens. ' >

ids other, are strongly drawn to-

gether.

"It's not quite tho oldest sod n primitive thing in the worid. but nearly. Only. Darby and Joan aren't primitive people. Bach of them is carrying a perfectly enormous snpciutructnre of Ideas and Inhibitions, emotional refinements, and capacities, and the attraction Is so disguised that they

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as aht laid her band upon the the telephone bell rang, ll Iney calling her. that you. RoseT he said. *T t be out till lata tonight. I've

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the matter! — Won't yon be awfully late to the Randolphs’’" “I had ten minutes." she said, “and I thought . . ." She broke off tht sentence when she saw him snap out his watch and look at It- “I know there's something," she said. "I can tell Jnst by the way yonr eyes look nnd the way you're so tight and — strained. If you'd just tell me about It. and then sit down and let me— try to take the strain away. . . Beyond a doubt the strain was there. The In ugh he meant for a good-humor-ed dismissal of her fears didn't sound at all as It was Intended to. “Good heavens:" he said. “There's nothing to tell! I've got an argument before the coart of sppesls tomorrow and there's a ruling decision agelast me. It Is against me. and Ifs bad law. But that Isn't what 1 want to tell them. I want some way of making a distinction so that I can hold that the decision doesn't rule." “And It wouldn't help." the ventured. “If you told me all about Itt I d-o't care about the dinner." “I couldn’t explain Is a month." be

said.

“Oh. I wish I were some good I" ehs

said forlornly.

Be pulled out hla watch again and began pacing up and down the room. “I Just can't stand It to see you like that." she broke out again. "If you'll only sit down for five minutes and let me try to get that strained look out of your eyea. . . ." “Can't you take my word for It and let It sloneT* he shouted. “I don't need to be comforted nor encouraged. I'm In an Intellectual quandary. For the next three hours, or alx, or however long It takes, I want my mind to run cold and smooth. I ve got to be tight and strained. That's the way the job's done. Tor can’t solve an Intellectual problem by having your hand held, or your eyea kissed, or anything like that. Now, for the love of heaven, child, run along and let me forget you ever existed, for a while I"

CHARTER VII.

A Freudian Physician.

Rose's arrival at the dinner—a little late, to be rare, but not scandalously —created a mild actuation. None of

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on whom she could have the effect of novelty. But when she came Into the drawing room—In such a wonder-

_ i!" he said. “I forgot all about It. But It doesn't make a bit of differI, anyway. I wouldn't leave the Bt before I have finished this job anybody short of the Angel Oa•Bot"—It wa- absurd that her eyes be filling up and her throat ag lumpy over a thing like this— what shall I do? Shall I tell lor we can't come, or shril I offer

me without you?"

don't care! Do whichever you I've got enough to think about »ut deciding that. Now dc hang

ad run along. ... _ me urawing room—so suen a * o, Itodn.r. »h.f.h.pj» D -ai H.. Ic . rJwn _ I „ t „„ b ^., lethlng gone wrong?’ frit K)mthow Uke e.peclaUy pleasing leavens, no! he said. ltoda ey—when she came In. she t to go wrong? I’ve got c big oxyccnatw i the social atmosphere. In court to-morrow and I ve struck she wsl fact _ , stranger. Her tag. and I've got to wrigg.e out of TOlce a p^sd on It which roused arnebow, before I quit. It's noth- # noreesonlng physical exfor you to worry about. Co to dtHDCat _ t t M klDl i of which, la r dinner and have s good time. makes all the difference be-

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i her he had hung up.

he difficulty about the Randolphs ■ managed easily enough. Eleanor I perfectly gracious about It and sled that Rose should come by her- ' he sras completely dressed a good te-qusrters of an hour before It time to start, aud If she drove | night downtowu she would have s | l-mmute visit with Rodney and still ( be late for the dinner, c found a single elevator In com- ! on lu the great, gloomy rotunda the office building, and the wateb- » who run her up made a terrible | ie shutting the gate after he had her out on the flf.eenth Boor. The > marble corridor echoed her foot- * ominously, and when she reached I door of his outer office and tried | she found It locked. The next door i n the corridor was the one that led J ctly into his private office, and here light shone through the ground ' -he stole up to It as softly as she Id. tried It and found It locked. ] so she knocked. Through the n transom above It. she heard him ly swear In a heartfelt sort of way. heard his chair thrust back. The t moment he opened the door w.ta

eric.

His glare of annoyance changed U> *'■> lldenuent at the sight of her. aod s said: “R we! Has anything ippeood? What’s the matterY' And. itching her by the arm. he led her to the office. “Here, sit down and « your breath and tell me about It!“ She walled an' 1 took his face in both *r hands. "But it's the other way." »• said. "There's nothing the matter 1th me. I came down, you poor old >r. to see what was the matter with

h>u."

He frowned and took her hands (way and stepped back out of ber 'ouch. Usd It lu.; been for the sheer E hcrvdlbUity of It. abed have thought ha' her touch was actually distaste-

fleeted. had evidently either been making love to her, orindulglnf la the drilled equivalent of beating h^r; he was curious In find out which. And. having learned from his wife that Bose was to alt beside him at the table, he made up his mind that be would. A physician of the Freudian school, trained to a.taly*e people's souls, be was well equipped to find out, without Roae's knowledge. He didn't attempt it, though, during his first talk with her—confined himself rigorously to the carefully sifted chaff which does duty for polite conversation over the same hors d'oeuvres and entrees, from one dinner to the next the season round. It wi until Eleanor had turned the table the second time, that he made his first gambit In the game. “No need asking you If you Uke this sort of thing." he said. "I would Uke to know bow you ke~p it up. It can' any of It get anywhere. What's the attraction?" “Ton can't get a rise out of me tonight" said Roee. “Not after what I've been through today. Madame GrevlUe's been talking to me. She thinks, American women are dreadful dobs-^or she would If she knew the word—thinks we don't know our own game. Do you agree with her?” "TU tell you that." be said, “after you answer my question. What's the attraction?" "Don't you think It would be a mistake." said Rose, “for me to try to analyse It? Suppose I did and found there wasn't any." “Is that what's the matter with Rodney?" be asked “Is this sort of—a gesture with his head took In the table — "caramel diet beginning to go ag~lnst his teeth7" "He had to work tonight.” Rose said. “He was awfully sorry he couldn't come.” She smiled Just a little IronlcaUy as she said It and exagger ated by a hair's breath, perhaps, the purely conventional nature of the pJr“Tee.” he observed, “that’s what we Sometimes It gets us off and

"Absence of common knowledge end Interests only makes Derby and Joan fall victims to the very dangerous illusion that they're Intellectual companions. They think they're having wonderful talks, when all they are doing Is making love.” “And poor Joan." said Rose, after a palpable alienee, but evenly enough, "who has thought aU along that she was attracting a man by ber Intelligence end ber understanding, aud all that, wakes up to find that she's been married for her long eyelashes, snd her nice voice—nnd her pretty ankle*. That’s a little hard on her. don't you think. If she's been taking herself

seriously?"

"Nine times in tec." he said, "she’s fooling herself. She's taken her own ankles much more seriously than she has her mind. She's capable of real sacrifices for them. Intelligence she regards as a gift. She thinks witty conversation, or bright letters friend, are real exercises of her mind

the night: she was going to study law —study it with aU her might! - • to go and hear Rodney's argument In court that day. successful lr. sUppldg Into the rear of the ooutroom—up on the eighth floor of the Federal buUding— without attracting ber husbands attention ; and for two hours and s half she listened, with mingled feeling* to argument. There was no use pretending that she could foUow ber husband's reasoning. Listening to It bad something the same effect upon her as watching some mormons, complicated. ^oo it-running mass of machinery. She was consrlous of the power of It. though Ignorant of what made It go. and of what It waa ac-

complishing.

, The three stolid figures behind the high mahogany bench seemed to bo following It attentively, though they Irritated ber bitterly, sometimes, by indulging In whispered conversations. And. presently, be Just stopped talking and began stacking up his notes. ! The oldest Judge mumbled something, everybody stood up. and the three stiff, formidable figures filed

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"Well. It got him off tonight." she said. “He was pretty Impressive. He said there was s ruling decision against him and he had to make some sort of distinction so that the derision wouldn't rule. Do you know what that means? 1 don't." "Why didn't you ask him?" Randolph wanted to know. *T did. and he said he couldn't explain It, but that It would take a month. So of course there wasn’t

time."

“I thought." said Randolph, "that he used to talk law to you by the hour." The button wasn't on the foil that time, because the thrust brought blood —s brlgnt flush Into her cheeks sul a sudden brightness Into her ryes that would have Induced him to relent If he hadn't followed the thing up of urr own accord. •I wish you'd teU me something." she said. "I expect you know bet'er than anyone else I could ask. Why It Is that husbands and wives esn't talk to each other? Imagine what this table would be If the husbands snd wives sat side by side!" The rigsrvttcs came around Just then, and he lighted one rather deliberately. at one of the candles, before be answered. *T am under the Impression." he Mid. “that husbands and wives can talk exactly aj well as any other two people. Exactly as well, and no better. The necessary conditions for real conversation are a real Interest In and knowledge of a common subject: abiUty on the part of both to contribute something toward that subject. Well. If s husband and wife can meet those terms, they can talk. Rut the Joker K as our legislative friend over there w ould say"—he nodded down the table toward a young millionaire of altruistic principles, who bad got elected to the state aasembly - • "the Joker Is that a mau and a woman who aren't married, and who are moderately attracted to each other, can talk, or i-eem to talk, without meeting those conditions." “Seem to talk?" she questioned. "Seem :o exchange Ideas mutually. They think they do. but they dout.

glow they were a- cualomod to jf, pure Illusion, that's the answer.iV her eyes concentrated itself into “I'm not ciev-r. really." said Bose. Hashes, aud the flush that so often, “snd I don't know much, and I simply and so adur»h.y. suffused her face. 1 don’t understand. Will you explain it. burned brighter now In her cheeks and j | n abort words ' —she smiled —“since left the rest pel*. | we're not married, you know?"

ie Indices of the Hr grinned beck at ber. “AU right."

. iiaagee that had taken place within her. From sheer numb Incredulity. »t.e had reacted to a fine glow of InitlgnaltoD. She had found hertw-If suddenly feeling lighter, older, tndeiwribnbly more confident. They shouldn't “UHoect her humiliation or her hurt. Her husband. JaBiaS Kuudo’ph re-

be *ald, “since we're not married. 1 will. We'll take a hypothetical case. Wc'U take Derby and Joan. They counter each other somewhere, aud something about them that men have written volumes about and never explained yet. sots up. They arn-t each other’.- uMention—get to thinking about

—real work. But work Isn’t done Uke that. Work’s overcoming something that resists; and there's strain In It. and pstn snd discouragement.” In her cheeks the red flared up brighter. Shs smUed again—not her own smile—one. at any rate, that was new to her. “Ton don't •solve an Intellectual problem.' then." she quoted, “■by having yoar hand held, or your eyes LlssedT" Whereupon be shot a look at her and observed that evidently he wasn't as much of s pioneer as he thought. She did not rise to this cast, however. “AU right." she said; “admitting that ber ankles sre serious and her miml IsnX what is Joan going to do about Itr “It's easier to say what she's not to do.” he decided, after hesitating a moment. “Her fatal mistake will be to de-plse ber ankles without disciplining her mind. If she will take either ■me of them seriously, or both for that matter — It's possible — she'll do very well." He could, no doubt, have continued ujkiu the theme iude' , nlte!y. but the table turned the other way Ju-t th.-n and Roee took up an aUeged conversation with the man at ber right which lasted until they left the table, aud Included auch topic* os Indoor golf, woman’s suffrage, the new datio-*. Bernard Shaw. Canipunlul. and :be political parilev; with a perfectly appropriate and final comment upon

each.

Bose didn't care. She was having a wonderful time—a new kind of wonderful time. No louger gating, bigeyed like little Cinderella, nt a pageant some fairy go-lmother's w him had admitted her to, but couaciou*ly guccd Upon: she was the show, tonight, and *hr knew It. Her low. finely modulated voice, so rich In humor. varied In color, had tonight an edge upon It that carried It beyond those she was Immediately speaking to. and drew looks that found It hard to get away agaliL For the first time lu her life, with fall self-ooosclocsiieaa. she was producing effects, thrilling with the exercise of a power as obedient to her wUl as electricity to the manipulator of a switchboard. Sne was Uke a person driving an airplane, able to move In all three I'.uieDSl'jna. Pretty soon, of course, she'd have to come back to earth, where certain monstrously terrify lag Questions were waiting for ber.

CHAPTER VIII. Rodney Smiled.

Tha next day. Rose took two step# toward making ben-elf her husband'*

Intellectual companion.

From a university catalog she picked oat the names of half a dozen elementary textbooks on law, and then ) went to a bookstore and bought them. She had taken her determination

But nothing had happened! Rose had expected to leave the courtroom In the blissful knowledge of Rodney’s victory or the acceptance of hla defeat. In her surprise over the failure of this climax to materialise, she almost neglected to make her escape before he discovered her there. One practical advantage she had gained out of what was. on the whole, a rat her unsutWfactory afternoon When aht bad gone home and changed Into the sort of frock she thought he'd Uke nnd come down-stairs In answer to his shouted greeting from the lower hall, she didn't say. as otherwise she would have done. "How did It come out Roddy? Did you win?" In the light of her newly acquired knowledge she could see bow a question of that sort would Irritate him Instead of that, she said: “You dear old boy. bow dog-tired you must be: How do you think it went? Do you think you Impressed them? I bet you did!" And. not having been rubbed tbs wrong way by a foolish question, be held her eff -«1th both hands for e moment, then hugged her up and told her she was s trump. “I had a sort of uneasy feeling." he confessed, "that after last night—the way I threw you out of my office, fairly, I'd find you— tragic. I mirbt have known I could count on you. Is there anywhere we have got to go? Or can we Just

stay homeT'

He didn't want to flounder through an emotional morass. And the a» sumption that she couldn't walk beside him on the main path of hla life wa* just and sensible. But It wasn't good enough for Roee. So the very next morning abe stripped the cover off the first of the lawbooks she had bought, and really went to work. She bit down, angrily, the yawns that blinded her eyes with tears; she made desperate efforts to flag her mind into grappling with the endless su-xeesion of meaningless pages spread out before her, to find s germ of meaning somewhere In It that would bring th» dead verbiage to Ufe. She waa very secretive about It; developed an almost morbid fear that Rodney would discover what she was doing and laugh hla big laugh at ber. Sb< resisted Innumerable questions she wanted to propound to him, from a fear that they'd betray ber secret. She even forbore to ask him about tbe case: It waa The Case In ber mind —the one she knew about. She discovered In the Dew«pu|»er. one day. a column summary of court decisions that had been handed down; and though The Case wasn't In It. she kept, from that day forward, a careful watch, discovered where tbe legal news was printed, and never overlooked a liaragrapb. And at last she found ll—Ju*t the bare statement: "Judgment afflimed." Rodney, abe knew, hud represented tho apjiellaut. He

was beaten.

For a moment the thing had bruised her like a Wow. Aod then, all at once. > In the Indrawing « f a single breath she saw It differ* ally. She saw ab> , couldn't help him out of his Intellec tuul quandaries—yet. Rut under tb< discouragement and lassitude of defeat. couldn't she help him? She remembered how many times she had gone to his for help Uke mat. and. most notably, during the three or four days of nu acute Illness of her mother's. when she had been brought face to tare with the monstrous. Incredible . ••sslbtUty of losing her. bow she had clung to him. how his tenderness had

-i.itbed and quieted her.

He had never come to ber Uke that. She knew now It waa a thing she had unconsciously longed for. And tonight she'd have a chance I Thefe was a mounting exdtemeut I a her. as ths hours passed—e thrilling suspense For two hours that afternoon, she listen 1 for hla latchkey, aud when at last she heard It. she stole down the stairs. He didn't shout her name from the hall, as he often did. He didn't bear her coming, aud she got a look at his face as he stood et the tab'e absently taming over some mall that lay there. He looked tired,

she thought.

Rose tries hard to keep track of her husband's professional labors and to bo mentally Interesting to him, but aho doesn’t make much headway. Unusual developments In their relatione are pictured In tha nest Installment.

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If you were a girt of twenty—If you were a stenographer in a big office—if you only had a moderate salary—If Mi*- manager who waa a crank could dl■char**- you at a moment's notice end leave you penniless to fane, your landlady while yon hunted for another place— If you were an orphan and had no relative# to extend a hand la a pinch— if you nad a hall room In a boordtag house—If you had to keep tbe cost of your meal# down to an exact penny— If you had no amusement*, because of the rw»t and the fact that you bad no beau— If you oaf down to face the future und comr to a conclusion, what would U he? Every girt hee a right to look for* ward to tove and matrimony and a b-ime. Miss June Benton knew this, and after an hour’s Interview with herself she came to a conclusion. ' "No. It Isn't worth the living." she ’

said.

The thought of ending It all did not frighten her In the least. Indeed. It wa# rather e relief. She planned the liarticulars Just as calmly ns she would plan a walk to the park, and then went to bed to sleep tbe eoundc#t ►In- had In a month. She walked Into the office next morning to aay to the manager: “I am not feeling well, and I want . to take a day off." “I am going to niggeet that you take a year nr two off!" waa hla heartleu reply “None of you girls aeeaa to know when you have a soft Job!" Mlu June Benton took a street car for one of the ocean beaches. She liade good-by to none c-f the girts ehe hod worked with. She was smiling aa ■he rode. “Bathing suit? Tea. miss.” said the woman et the hc'.hbouae. “Better be careful, for the tide Is going out. and nt this hour the Ufe-uvrrs are not oa duty." June wandered along the beach until she found a board that would float ber. and then she entered the water and wmt Boating. iflowlj but steadily the tide carried' the girl out. It was like floating In tbe elr. For tbe first time In long In on ths her mind wss carefree, and she sang as she floated. "I will drift out a mile eud then let go!" ehe said. No shrinking. No fear. No regrets. Why should there be? Why not ting? "8ey. now. bat ym ere the happiest' girl I ever came across drifting out to

see!"

It was a voire at June's elbow, and a man's hind was laid upon her float. “I—I—“ "Don't be atari led I" It was a young man In a bathing suit. Hr bad a kindly but strong face, and his deep vales was good to hear. Ills bare arms were sun-tanned and his cheeks almost the color of leather. “Not n life-saver by occupation," ha smiled. “I tried to #ee how far out I could swim and get tierk safely. Guess I oterdid it. If you hadn't happenbd along It would bare been all over with me In five minutes mure. Are you an expert swimmer T’ “I can't swim a stroke!" And her face fold why *tic was there. She released her bulu on the float, hut he grasped her wrist and sternly

►aid:

“None o' that. now. Because right here Is what they call Shark Reef. The moment you In go you will bo seized by a shark. It isn't a pleasant death 1“ "1»h. I don't want to be devoured by a shark f* abe walled. ' But you came owl to die." “Tea. but— Oh. ll was dreadfully ■Illy! I know you are thinking It was Idiotic !'* •Somewhat Uke my case," laughed the man. “1 stralneu the muscle# of my right leg three weeks ago. aud yet 1 rume down here for a ten-mile awlm —five out und live back." "But now—now?" naked June. “Having acted Uke two idiot* we are now driven to met with some senae. hut our latitude la limited. Our only hope is to be picked up snd that the M-a will remain quiet until after that event. It does not require much couruge or muscle to hang to the plank." "But I don't want to die!” sobbed June. “Not now!" "And I've got something to Uve for. l It's chance. When we rose on that lust groundswell I saw an ocean tug “If you don't want to die—?' said the man to the girl ns he put hi* arm uround ber weeks afterward. “But 1 have everything to live for now." she answered. “Then let us cilng together and

float."

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