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.Wive‘s Can Spend All Their Time From Day of ~ Marriage to the Grave Wondering About ~ Their Husbands and ‘ Most of the Answers Are Elusive
The alibi ol the pb“ ‘ *‘ husband u always that his wife doesn't understand him. or course, she doesn't. No woman ever understands anyman,andofalIraces,tr‘fbes,cultsandseeuofms.uncne haveso many curious peculiarities as husbands. Each is s. emu-wen-d pusale that his wife spends her time from the altar to the Brave lrylns to work out, and among the things that let‘-‘P her guessing are these:
Vfliy a man is so different before and after marriage that his wife wouldn't know him for the same individual if he didn't have his marriage license tag around his neck.
Why th_e man who before marriage spent hours telling her how beautiful and wonder- ful she was and how different from all other women, and who complimented her upon the way her hair was fixed and her taste in dreu, never mentions the state of his afiec tions after marriage, or notices what she has
on and whether she looks like the wrath of God or s. bathinz b¢fll1'-y-
Why the man her father had to practically throw out of the house before marriage in order to get rid of him she has to look in if she wants to spend an evening with him after marriage,
Why a man can remember all of his sweethearts tastes and her most casually expremed desires, but a husband never knows what his wife likes or wants, and is as deaf as an adder to an of her hints.
Vlaly man marries for a home and then spends as little time in it as possible. why a man marries a girl for one thing and then expects hit to be something totally diflerenli. Why he picks out a Dumb Dara for a. wife and is bored by her because she isn't brilliant, Why he marries a, living fashion-plate and canplaine about her dress bills. why he sel- ects a career wom.an for a wife and feels that he has been stung because she isn't a crackerlack cott.
Why husbands in I do not feel called upon to treat their wives as if they were lads and why they say things to their wives that they would not dream 0! uyins to thelvmnosranhers or clerks or any woman who had an able~bodied broth .
Why husbands who are witty and entertaining and set other people's dinner tables in a roar so often never open their mouths at their own tables except to put food in them or to complain about me soup having too much salt in it, or the roast being overdone.
Whythefnanwhoheforamarrla¢ecouldkeepupwithhisownne- longings andtake care of himself becomes as ‘elplesg an 3 baby an soon as he is married, and can never afterward and a clean shirt or locate a handkerchief by himself.
Why men who have been accustom ‘ to paying staggering restaurant aecksare under the deludonthatawomancanrlin ahoms on practic- 1 nothing and conjure good meals and home comforts out of the air.
Why a man will trust his wife with his name and his honor, but not his pocketbook. Why men thixk that heir wives have no duire for fin- ancial indepesldenee and actually enjoy them for every cent and being. asked: “what did you do with that tau 1 gave you wed; before
Whyanyhinbuldhasthancvetospeakof "hiswife when she works_fou.rteen Indra a day to make a comfotrtable home for him and his children and to save ills money, why husbands think that, Juottbeing married to them is all the diversion that any woman could. Wfln .
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Juliet looked at O'Hara coolly. let her eyes run over his face, his clothes, his hands All at once aha was t.x~emb1lng—but she didn’t know why. Never beforhcxcept once
Never before . . . tell me, Mr.
voice, "lust why it is that you don't like me." 1 I -"‘ It was Madame Hubert who an- swered. "It's because he knows I admire you and he's afraid you'll get his b."
Juliet tried to flash her most das- aling smile. “I'd love to have a whack at Mr. O‘Hara's jobi"
O'Hara got up from his chair. This time he was in earnest and he was leaving. _
“Okay with me," he said quietly. “You've got the Job right now Miss Rankin. Good night and goodby."
His broad departing back plowed its way out of the laughing and dancing and dining throng.
“Don't you worry, my dear,’ said Madame Hubert placldly to Juliet. “He'll be at his desk by 10 o'clock tomorrow morning — and so will you."
It was at this precise instant — when O'Hara's face was gone——that she remembered him. It all came back with a swirl that tore like a wolf at her heart . . . that brought a stifled cry of anguish to her bright seductive lips . . .
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Madame Hubert began making preparations to leave the Cocoanut Grove which, as midnight ap- proached, was getting more crowd- ed. and noisier, and smokier and gayer.
“Then it's settled, my dear,” she told Juliet. “You're a member of the staff now. We'll discuss salary and all that tomorrow I'll wait in the lounge while you run upstairs and get your wrap."
“You want me to go somewhere —n0w?" , “We're going back to the Insti- tute." sald the older woman with surprising energy. “I don't need much sleep, and you shouldn't at your age. We have a dying woman on our hands ._ a, patient-and something has got to be done."
The Madame got to her feet and Juliet saw that she was a mere wafer of a. woman, a dry Cl‘0Bkln8 whisper of humanity. when she was upstairs in her bleak little room Juliet put on her wrap and paused to give her luxuriant hair a quick combing.
That man O'Hara . . .
Her heart kept twistnig and bleeding until she felt dizzy and faint as she continued to think of.
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him. The handsome line of his pro- file, his lack brows, the turn of his head and the swing of his shoulders brought back vividly the old anguish she had hoped to bury forever. O’Hara was the living image - the breathing pnotograprl—oi: her dead lover . . . .
Jullet's past life whirled before
her like 9. merry-go-round. Girlhood
in an orphanage. The M.iddlewest- ern family that adopted her at eighteen. Their death and the in- heritance of five thousand dollars that had taken her to Chicago. The wild fling at clothes, theatres, ho- tels, books, dances, all the dreamed- of luxuries of a. hungry-hearted girlhood. Then poverty again. Next, New York, with a few incon- sequential bits on the stage and s luckier fling at art modeling.
Love came to her like forked lightning out of the sky —— he was an aviator, a stunt flyer, younger than O'Hara but with the same brows, the same eyes, the same strong masculinity of profile.
Nature, by some cruel caprioe. had reproduced, physically, in. O'Hara even the mannerisms of that boy whose plane crashed him to death five years ago.
The funeral was held on the day they had set for their wedding . . .
Juliet burned all his photographs and letters. After that nothing mat- tered. It was no good trying to keep alive something that was dead. A job as social secretilfy. a better one in an advertising agency, a small stroke of luck with a few stocks.
the wound in her heart WBd'I18ll3h‘l but a scar until O'Hara — tonight- had torn it open.
And now she knew why she had trembled in O'Hara's presence, why those old seething currents surged once more in her .veins. The swift new pain of it was like the onslaught of some dangerous emo- tional madness.
The aching stress of it was almost more than she could bear, but and knit her resolution together and tried desperately to obliterate all memory, all sensation.
In the lobby O'Hara, waiting, emerged from the depth of a great chair. Without a word he walked beside Juliet and Madame Hubert escorting them to the Madsme's li-
..had any man affected her that ‘
Grass grew over his grave and
mousina. This act at sepultance for rudeness kept Juliet hum utterly despislng him.
She was settius a grin on herself nowandwasabletowlrdoiithe agitation he radiated.
“Good night. Madame." hi safl, holding the door open.
As his hand touched Juliet/s el- bow, assisting her into the car a faint current ran through her nervm.
“Lots of luck. Miss Rankin.‘ Be stoodthera withaderisivesmileas they drove away.
The tawny Zrllyhound of s. limou- sine sped through streets strings to Juliet—street.s with sleepy houses and quiet lawns and drowsy trees slipping past. The late night air swept around the car, saturating it with crisp coolness.
Madame Hubert touched Juliet’s arm. “Lookl"
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um on, grac 111 pm. portions in the direction of “ _. The whole city seemed to circle around it. At the base, other bluld- ings were dark and squat and dis- pairing.
“The Institute!" said Madame HUN“. with 8 slow in her voice.
Somehow it was as though a song began to throw in Juliet's heart.
"Ii/8—80rseousI" she breathed.
"Thought you'd like it!" chuckled Madame Hubert. "I built it myself out of my own brain."
Juliet could not tear her from the softly luminous Instltuta. It was a pillar of light, a phosphor- escent spire upward flung toward the stars in promise of some mys- terious fulfillment. so beautiful it seemed that mist came stealing into her eyes, leaving her feeling piti- ably small and excited.
"Why did you give me this op- portunity. Madame Hubert?" she was surprised to hear herself ask- l!l8- “I'm a stl-anger—you know absolutely nothing about me."
“Nothing wrong with you, is
there?" "Not that I know of," smiled Juliet. “Nothing, at least, um 5°"
would interfere with my employ- meat."
“I didn't think so." Madame Hu- bert told her. “The only danger I see in you is that you might be too attractive to the man. You won’: get very far in our business if you start playing with fire. We shall see. Why did I hire you? Well, we need a beautiful thing like you at the Institute to.ofIset my own ugn- n_ess. But that isn't the real reason. 1111 taking you on because I have an instinct that amounts to genius for finding the right people when 1 need them." .
The immediate need of Madame Hubert and her Institute was a so- luticn of the Gottlieb case. Perhaps the old woman had clutched at Juliet’s fresh mind for that very purpose.
At any rate, she laid the whole dangerous situation before Juljgt while they were yet in the limo“- sine.
“0'Hara's brain has gone ml, (1, it. so _has mine, and so has Von Guerdon s. All we do is quarrel at each other. Perhaps you'll have a good idea. We shall see.”
(To Be Continued.)
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