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The Real Adventure A NOVEL. By Henry Kitckell Wekfter „ Tn ^, Him CHAPTER XXIII—CairttatMd.

Thwe wm Bomethla;: pecnlUrly borUjIdc to him in the exhibition Ranlolph was making of himaetf. He'd nvfr In hi* life taken a drink exrpt conrlrlally, and then he took at Ittle a* would paaa muater. Going off lone and deliberately fuddling oneeii, as a means of eaeaplng tmpleaaat realUlM. struck him as ain act of . basest cowardice. But for that tore of Rose he'd hare gone long *0 and left Randolph to his bemused rfiections. Only . . . Bose had .tied him to drop in on the doctor for riflt. Did she mean she wanted hint , try to help? He tried, though not very sucrcasully, to conceal hie rloicnt disrelish of lie task, when he Bald: “Look here. What la the matter >wtth you? re yen sober enough to tell me?” Bandnlph put down his glass. “I told yon." he said. “I’m Eleanor's man. Well kept. oh. yes! Beanfully kept. I'm nothing but a posn of hem! A trophy of sorts, an raameut I’m something she's made, bare a big practice. I'm the most hionable doctor in Chicago. They ne here, the women. In shoals, hat’s Eleanor's doing. I'm a faker, fraud. I pose for them. I play np. rive them what they want. And f her doing. They go silly about fancy they're In lore with me. “I haven't Cone a lick of honest work the last year. 1 can't work. She oo't let me work. She—smothers me. Vrrver I turn, them she la, amootb- : things oat. trying to make It easy. yinr to anUcipaie my wants. I've iIt one want. That's to be let alone !:• can't do that. She's Inset table, brre's always something more rbe's yinr to get. and I'm always trying to n; > methlng awny from her. and

And whyt Do yop want to

T. Aldrich? That's the cream of the Hecauae we're In lov» with other. She wants me tc Uve on love To hare nothing else to I'm Do yon want tc know whet my ixv ■ hcarew »*? It iroold he to go • with one suit of dother. In • sc. oh. and flftv or a hundred ! i my pocket—I wouldn't mind I don't want to be a tramp—to nice town, or a;am. ahere I •’art !> genera! pmerice: where ar» I'd get would be accident mofinsoMat cases: real things, things. ihn» night nnd day are ■ I'd like to start again and •: get this stink of easy money > n.-triia l*d like to see If I

■ ‘kr gmal on my own.

hack from New Tor*, ‘after . at Hose, weaning to do lt;| • to talk It out with Ben nor ■ tier why. and then go. Well. I ‘ sik'e cheap. But I didn't go. ' r<>- m go on getting softer

•t a fake; more dependent.

1 w alii go on eating me up

i.i»t thing In Tie that's me one. And then, some day. at roe and mr that I'm noth-

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.•on looking so ssolewn > n't ydu take a Joke? <'«*»•• • J have another drink." r.odaey Mid. “Tm going. And

• u. r git to bed."

' a allied boi.ie that night like 'tired. The vividness of one • I'l.s blinded him. The thing i. iulph had seen and lacked the to do; the thing Rodney defcitn for a coward for having ' 'lo—that thing Row tmd dooc. imoslug It. yielding to a rutlniaed instinct, he'd uwutto live on his love. He'd tried 1 thing* out for her. anOctpate |

He'd a-unted her sol

Tty that put her on the highroad to success as a desigaer o' costumes for the them let was a good life, broadeologpwtlranlatlnc. sorutoulng. It rested. to begin ullh. on a foundation of adequate raat. rlal comfort which the unwonted physical prlvndooa of the si* months that prccr-dcd it made aeem like pc drive luxury. For several months after aha Mine to New York to work for Galbraith she found him a martinet. She never once ruogbt that twinkling gleam of understanding In his eye which had meant so much to her during Uie rehearsals of "The Girt L'p-Sta&s." Ii*a manlier toward her carried out the tone of the letter she'd got from him in Chicago. It was stiff, formal, severe. He seldom praised her work, and never ungrudgingly. HU censure was rare, too. to be sure, but this obviously was hecar.se Rose almost never gave him an excuse for It. Working for him In this mood gave her the. uneasy sensedan one experiences when walking abroad under a sultry, overcast sky. with muttering! and flashes in It. And then one night the storm broke. They bad lingered In the theater after the dismissal of a rehearsal*, to talk over a change Ic one of the numbers Rose had been working on. It refused to come out satisfactorily. Bose thought the saw a tray of doing It that would work better, and she had been telling him about Ik Eagerly, at first, and with a limpid directness which, however, became clouded and troubled w ben she felt be wasn't paying attention. It was a difficulty with him she had encountered before. But tonight, after au angry turn down the aisle and hack, be suddenly cried out: “I don't know. I don't know what you've been talking about. I don't know, and 1 don't care." And then, confronting her. their faces not‘a foot apart, for by now she had got to her feet, bla hands gripped together and shaking. hU teeth clenched, bis eye* glowing there In the half-Ughi of the auditorium almost like an anlmal'a, he demanded: “Can you ace what's the matter with me? Haven't you seen It yet?" Of course she a_w It now. plainly enough. She sot down again, managing an air of deliberation about It. and gripped the back of the orchestra chair In front of bar. He remained standing over her there In the aisle. When the heighteniue tension of the silence that followed this outburst bad grown abaoiutely uuindurabla, she spoke. But the only thing ahe could find to aay was almost ludicrously Inadequate. “No. I didn't see it uctii now. •orry." i Ton didn't see 1C he echoed, knc. yva didn't. YouV* never seer, me at all. from the beginning as auyt'Uug hut a machine, lint why haven't you? You're a woman. If l ever *»’ a woman In my life, you're ope all the way through. Why couldn't you that 1 was a man? It Isn't because I vc got gray hair, nor because I'm fllty yean old. I don t believe you're like that. But even bark there In Chicago, thv night we walked down the avenue fro - that store—or the night we hod supper together after thv show “I suppose I ought to have a «tdd dully. “Ought to have known that that was all there was to it. But didn't." • "Well, you see It now." he aald aangeiy fairly, aed strode away ap the aisle and then back to her. He sat down 1- the aeat in front of her and turned around. “I want to aee your face." hr said. “There's souethlng I’ve get to know. Something you've got to tell me. You aald once, hock there in Chicago, that there wns only one porsen who really mattered to you. ! want to know who that pri*«i Is. What he Is. Whether he's still the jmtikiu w ho really matters. If be Isn't. 1'U take my rosace." Uemroihering the scene afterward. IUmc was a little surprised that she'd hero able to anawor him a* ahe did. without a he4laden or a stammer, and with a straight gase that held his until she had finished. . "The only person In the world." she ■aid. “who ever bus mattered to me, ever will matter, la my husband, fell In love with him the day 1 met him. I was In love wup biro when I left him. I'm In love with him now. Ever) thins I tf-* thaffc any good Is Just something he might be proud of If he k»-» IL Aud every fki'ure la Just something 1 hep* 1 would make him understand .ud not de»i>4~e me for. U'a mouths luce I've seen him. hut there isn't lay. there Isn't an hour In a day. when don't think about Mm au dm.^ don't know whether 111 am again, but If I d.-oX tt won't make my difference *liu that. Thofa why I lidn't set- what i might havesou. It wasn't putslble fur n r have austB it If yu« hadn't .. muni •onls. like tin*. I*

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aed swsy from h.r with a imhI. hts hands up to b^a I«-v. She

R was natural, of course..that tht rdating htt-veed them, after that, should not prove quite so simple and manageable. There were breathless days when the ttonn visibly hung tn sky; there were strained, stiff, aeifacloua momenta of rigidly enforced poUtrUMa. Things got amid despite his resolute repression thrt had. as resolutely, to be Ignored. But In the Intervals of these failures there emerged ihing—gcnuln- friendliness, partnership. It wua Just after Christmas that Abe Shuman took her away from Galbraith and put her to work exclusively on costumes. And the swift sequence of cuts within a mouth thereafter launched her in ua Independent bust- : the new partnership, with the details of which, through Jimmy Wallace. you are already suffleieniy acquainted. Her partner was Alice PeroainL She was the daughter of a rich Italian Jew. a beautiful—realty a wonderful— person to look at. but a little unaccountable. especially with the gorgeous clothes ahe wore, in th« circle of women who “did things." of which Bose had become a part. Rose took her time about deriding that ahe liked her, but coded by preferring her to all the rent. the fact that they had become partners served, somehow, to divert a relation between them which might otherwise have developed into a 0ratclass friendship. {*'ot that they quarreled, or even disappointed each other in the close contacts of the day's work. at the end of the day's work they tended to fly apart rather than*to stick together. More and more Rose turned to Galbraith for a friendship, that really understood; gripped deep. There were long stretches of days, of course, when they saw nothing of ich other, and Bose, as long had plenty to do, was never of mining him. Bui the prospect of an empty Sunday morning, for loxtance. was always ynormoasiy brightened If he culled up to say that It empty for him, too, and shouldn't they go for a walk or a ferry-ride some-

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AU told, ahe learned tnore about men. as such, from him than ever she had learned, consciously at least, from Rodney. She'd never been able card her husband as a specimen. He Rodney, sui generis, and It had never occurred to her either to generalise from him to other men or to exp'ain anything about him on the mere ground of his masculinity. She began doing fh t now a Utile, and the exercise opened her eyes. In a good many waya Galbraith and her husband were r. good deal alike. Both were rough, direct, a little remcvraelras. and there was <n both of them, right alooralde the beat and finest and clearest thing* they had. an unaccountable vein of childishness She'd never been willing to call tt by that name In Rodney. But when ahe saw It In Galbraith too. ahe -rondered. Was that Just the man of It? Did a man. as long as ho lived, need somebody In the role of—mother? The thought all but suffocated her. One Saturday morning, toward the end of May. Galbraith called up and wanted to know If she wouldn't come hls Long Island farm the following morning and spend the day. She had rlrited the place two or three time*, and had always enjoyed U lm-ment.-iy there. It wasn't much of a farm, but there was a delightful old Revolutionary farmhouse on it. with ceilings seven feet high, and carwr-nt window*, and the floors of all the rooms ou different levels: and Galbraith, there, was always quite at hi* be*t. His stater and he;- husband, whom he had brought over from England when be bought the place, ran It for him. Bom accepted eagerly. Galbraith met her with a dogcart and a fat pony, and w beo the) ' id Jogged their way to their destines; -tv they spent what was left of the mum tog looking over the farm. Then there was a midday farm dinner, which Bose astonished herself by deariug with ns It deserved, and by feeling sleepy at the conclusion of. Coming into the veranda about four o'clock, and finding her. Galbraith saggrated that they go for a walk. Two hour* later, having swung her Iqpa over n atom wall which had a comfortably inviting fiat top. ahe r-malned sitting there ami let her gw ten. unfocused, on the pleasant farm land below them. After a glance at her he leaned hark .ignm-t the w-nll at her aide and began filling hi* pipe. She dropjxd her hand on hi* nearer shoulder. After til! these months of friend-hip tt wu* the first approach to a caress that had passed between them. “You're a good Idem* " she •vdd; and thee the bacd that had rested on him ao lightly »u4-d-'oty gripped bard. "And 1 guess 1

old are you?—twenty-four. Perhaps wlieii you'rrpfifty-oue you can." “! suppose ao." she said absently. •S'erhapa If It were a * question of j choosicg between a love that hudn't any friendship In It and a friendship • . . But It can't be like that! Con tt? Can't one have both? Can't a man . —dove a woman and be her friend and 1 partner all at the ume timer* “I can't answer for every man." be i!d reflectively. “But I’ve a notion that nine out- of a docen. If you could get down to the actual bedrock 'lets aliout them, would owe up that If they vrrt in love with u woman— really, you know—they wouldn't want her for a partnet. and wouldn’t be able to aee her aa a friend. That's Juat a guess, of course. But there's one thing 1 know, and that Is that I couldn’t." She gave a little shiver. “Oh. what a mess It la!" she said. “What a perfectly hopeless blunder It U P She alia down from the wall. “Come, let's walk." He fell In beside her. and they tramped sturdily along for a while In Stlence. At last be aald: “I don't know I can explain It, but I don't think Pd call It a blunder that a atrip of spring steel can’t bend in your fingers like copper, and still go on being a spring. Yon aee, a man wants hla work, and then he wants something that's altogether apart from hls work. Love's about as far away aa anything he can get So that the notion of our working ourselves half to death over the same Job, and then going home together—" “Yea." she admitted. “1 can see that But that doesn't cover friendship." He owned that It didn't. "But when Tm la love with a woman—this Isn't a fact Pm proud of. but It's true—I'm Jealous of her. I want to be everything to her. I w ant her to think nobody else could be right and I be wrong. And I want to be able to think the same of her." He thought it over a bit longer, and thro went on: "No. I've been in love with women I thought were lying to me. cheating me; women I’ve hated; women I've known hated me. But I've never been in Irre with a woman qho was my friend." He had been tramplug along, communing with hla pipe. thlnVi .g a'.oud. If he'd been watching Rose's face he wouldn't hare gone ao

tar.

“Well, if it’s like that—" ahe aald. ard the quality of her voice drew hla full attention Instantly—“If love has to ho like that, then the game doesn't aeem worth going on with. You can’t live with It, and you ran’t live—without It." Her voice dropped a little, but gained In intensity. "At least 1 can't. I don't believe I can." She stopped and faced him. “Wast can one do?" ahe demanded. She turned away with a desjiHlrlng gesture and stood’ gaxiug out. tmr-bUnded. over the little val'.ey the hilltop they had reached aruded. “You want to remember this" he Said at last. “I've been talking about tr.yself. 1 might have been different If my first love affair had been an ultorether different thing. And I'm not. thank God. a fair ar.mple." “My love affair brought me a home md—kids." she said. “There are two of them—twins—a year and a half old now; and 1 went off and left them; left him. I thought that by earning my ouu way. building u life that he didn't— surround, aa you aay. 1 could win hls (riendshlp. And have his love hesliMk I don’t suppose you would bar,-l-.-lleved there could be such a fool In the world us I was to do that." He took a while digesting this truly nmaxlog statement of her*. But at 1he sold: "No. I wouldn t call you ! a fool. I call a fool a person w ho j thi.’iks hu can get something for nothi lug. You didn’t think that. You were i i .lllng to pay—a heavy price It must h :ve been, too—for what you wen ted. R.»■ • Fv* an .dea. you know, that you .i-<t-r really pay without getting sometun*." “1 0oa t know." she said raggrdly. “Perhaps . . There was a seven-thirty train to |t su. and they finished their walk at it. station. She got back to her apartj i- ut about nine. Two corner* of jwtilta protected from under her door. | a vMtiug card and a folded bit of | p ipor. ll » aa Rodney'* cant and oo ■ I: he'd written: “Sorry to have missed I y -i. IT. come bark at eight." ] Her shaking finyer* fumbled pitifully over the fold* of the note, but all.- got ‘t open at last. It w-as from h m. too. It road:

iODNEt.

Hr went on ilUn; hla pipe. “Anything *i-eclal you need one for?" be

".ben me telephone girl switched r to the info: cuttiun desk, and the ormuiion clerk aald. “Mr. Rodney trich? Just a moment.'' and Ihec: r. Aldrich la In fifteen naught five."

ragged little laugh. “I 11[ ; .- dry contraction in her throat m..de «t somebody strong and ' .- impossible tor her to icpritk. She

lilt answer hU first "Hello." and aid It again, sharply, “Hello, what

to hold on to like this.'

11." he said, very deliberately. »uht to realise this: You aay triced, and I am. but If there ia

I then

tag hand could hfrdly hold the receiver. Rhr heard hlnf say: “It'c pr»tty lata. Isn't It? I don't want to . . . Tou'U be tired and . . "It's not too late for me.” ahe said, "only you might come before It gets any later." She managed to wait until She heard him say "AU right" before ahe hung up the receiver. Then a big. racking sob. not to be denied any longer, pounced upon her and shook her. CHAPTER XXV. Cciileur-de-Roae. It wns altogether fortunate for Boas Chat ahe bad attempted no preparation. because the situation ah. fouud herself In when she'd opened the door fof her husband, shaken hands with him. led him Into her sitting room and naked hlmlto alt down, was one which the wildest cast of her Imagination would never have suggested as a possible one for her and Rodney. It w-as Ids manner, she felt sort, that had created It; hls rather formal attitude; the way he held hls hat. It | wns the sllghtl? anxious, very determined attitude of an estimable and 1 rather shy young man making hit first call on a young lady upon whom he Is desperately desirous of making a fa- ( vorable impression. And*he wns Rodney, and she was j Rose. It was like an absurd dream, j “Won’t you smoke?" ahe asked and- | denty, a^d hurried on when be hesitated. "I don't do It myself, but moat | of my friends do. and I keep the things." From a drawer In her writing desk ahe produced a tin box of cigarettes. ’They're your kind—unless you've changed," she commented, and went over to the mantel-shelf for an ash tray and a match safe. The match safe wua empty and ahe left the room to get a fresh supply from her kitchen. On the Inner face of her front door was a tig mirror, and In It. as ahe came back through the weighted passage. she saw her husband. He was sitting Juat aa she'd left him. and as hls face was partly turned away from her, it could not have been from the expression of tt that the got her revelation. But she Mopped there In the dark and caught her breath and leaned back against the wall and aqueesed ' the tears out of her eyes. He stayed that first evening a little less than an hoar, and when he g-A up to go ahe mode no effort to detain him. The thing had been, as it* unbroken surface could satlcfy. a highly successful first calk Before she let him go. though, ahe asked him how long be was going to be tn New York, and on getting a very Indeterminate answer whit* offered a minimum of "two or three days" nnd a maximum that could not even be guessed at, ahe

said:

“I hope you're not going to be too dreadfully busy for us to see a lot of each other. 1 wish we might manage it once every day." That shook him; for a moment, she thought the lightning was going to strike, and atood very still holding her breath, walling for it. But be steadied hlmstflf. said be could certainly manage that If she could, and. as the elevator came up lu response to her ring, aald that he would call her up la the morning at her office. Aa she cuddled her cheek Into the |>11low that night. Uoae smiled her old. wide smile. She wa* the happiest person In the world. That manner of Rodney's lasted—recurrcd. nt least, whenever Rose and he w ere together—almost unaltered, tor two whole days. There was u visit of his to her workshop, where he tened Intently to her explanations of her tools and her working methods. There was a luncheon, at which, un- I wincing, be made her tell him the . whole story of her success: and a dinner and theater, after which be brought her home in a taxi. nnd. having told the chauffeur to • -nil. formally escorted her to the elevator. But with the lost of the next day's light, the ice broke up nnd the floods came. She had taken him to a studio tea in the upper sixties Just off We*: Rud nvenue. the proprietors of the studio being a tousled, heard--d. blond annr ddst of a painter and hi* exceedingly , rotty. smart, frivolouadoekiug

wile.

The two men had Instinctively drawn oeitroverslal swords almost at sight of each other, and for the hour and a half that they were together the combat raged mightily, to the unmU.-d satisfaction of both partlcipuut*. The feelings of the bystander* wore perhaps more diverse, but Roee. at W*t. enjoyed herself thoroughly, o.er seeing her husband's big. formidable, finely indscd mind In action again. The talk, of course, ranged everywhere: socialism. feminism, law and Its crime*, art. and the social mind. It was half-past six ‘>r thercnNiuta when they left the studio, and the late May afternson wua at Its loveliest. “I want to walk." aald Bom, “after that tea. If I'm ever to want any dlnu'-r." He nodded a Uttle absently, si r thought, and fell la step beside her. The** was no mention at any time of tholr flwttmitliwi fro its coxnxvEiy

SEND COCKERELS TO MARKET Plan so Get Rid of Males When They Bring Best Prices—Hold Wyan-

dotte for Roasters.

The cockerels go to market when they bring the beat price. Just when to sell the young males depends oo what your market demands. The Leghorn eockcrals usually return the moat profit when sold aa broilers. The Rock. Bed or Wyandotte may be held lot

Splandid White Wyandotte,

and marketed a* small roootera. The fanner with an egg route, or milk route, finds that hla customers wtli take many a broiler, or rooster. If be works hls market aa he should. It

way to get the whole dollar of

value, rather than get ranch less when -he chicks are shipped to a distant city. i

FOOD AND DRINK ESSENTIALS Divided Into Five Important Classes— Grain Feed and Water Ara

Most Important.

The essential food and drink for poultry may be divided Into five classes, as follows: First, grain food; second, vegetable food: third, meat food; fourth, minerals In the form of grit and shell: fifth, plenty of clean

water to drink.

It may he useful to keep this division In mind. It may be well aLo to ask oneself whether he is giving hla flock all of the fire clarse* of food and drink. All of the five are of first Importance. A flock can get along after a fashion without one or two of iho five named, brt not to very good advantage. The best, moat economical results will be sectored by the use of all of the five classes. The first and fifth an- the most Important, doabt-

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SIZES OF MARKET BROILERS Market Demand Is for Young Chickens Weighing When Dressed From One to Two Pounds. Broiler* are young chickens weighing when dressed from three-fourtha of a pound to two pounds. They are usually sold when elx to twelve weeks of age. The market demand la for broilers of three sixes: Squab broilers weighing when dressed from thrvefourth* to one pound each; small broiler* weighing from one to one and onefourth pounds earh. arid large broilers wrigtiing from one and one-half to two pounds each. At the age of six month* the lucreased weight Is slight and the quality poor. Aa the age of the cockerel Increase* ahovw twelve weeks the quality decrease* materially. MARKETING CULLS IN FLOCK Glv« Surplus Fowls Week or Ten Days of Extra Care and Feed—Materially Helps Pnce. Cull your flock aa soon c* possible and get the • urplus off to market, hut di-n't forget to give them a week or tea day* of extra care and fessl. Tills always pays big in the. extra price you will receive. If you ship the fowls to r city commission merchant, sol; out the ones of the same «***• and general appearance to put in eocb

coop.

There is much In the good appearance of market fcsl*. CHICKENS DELIGHT IN SAND Where Clean Beards or Trough Ar* Not Available Arrange Con yen•ant Box or Bed.

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Ik- a higher point of apex Tbs b« *t I of one's pictures atumld be placed . o>*c LU- fireplace.