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and, alas! in many cases that were
flushed unnaturally by rich food and
"Is this the flower of civilization?"
"You know, Jimt Margie used to be
a school teacher and. we have to
humor her when she butts in with a
question that compels 'us to think be
fore we answer."
Jim looked at me rather question
ingly before he said:
"I haven't yet been able to under
stand how Margie came to marry
you, Dick, for you never think about
anything. Of all the men I know you
are the only one who is always
swayed by impulse and mood."
"I gtiess I wasone of Dick's im
pulses," I said.
"The best one I ever had," said
dear old Dick loyally.
I interrupted: "But is this really
"Effete, maybe," was Jim's re
sponse, "but, for all that, it gets into
your blood. I grow very tired of it
and start out for the wilds about ev
ery six or eight months, but while I
am in town I always want to be where
things are doing."
I looked at the two men, sitting in
front of me, as they drank their cock
tails and tried to compare them.
Dick's light brown hair was some
what tumbled, as it always is; his
steel blue eyes were, of course, full of
love when his glance met mine. The
upper part of Dick's face is very
strong and his chin shows strength,
even with its deep dimple. His whole
physiognomy is rather stern, except
for the most beautiful mouth that has
ever graced a man since Adonis.
The queer, little, crooked smile that
curls up one corner is the most fas
cinating thing in the world to me.
The lower lip is perhaps too full to
show the prevailing strength of the
rest of his face. Dick's hands are long
and slender, and, although in all the
months I have known him he has not
said much to me about that part of
his temperament that is poetical, l
know that he loves the same things
I do and can appreciate the beautiful
things of art and life to the fullest
His friend, who sat beside him, I
am sure was not as tolerant or kindly
as my husband, but he would perhaps
be called a handsomer man. His eyes
were brown and .could be hard and
guttering or soft and limpid. He look
ed to me as though he would be rath
er ruthless where hjs interests or de
sires were conceniedj but he had, to
a greater extent than any man I had
ever met, on air of being able to ac
complish everything he undertook.
I know men are very fond of him.
Almost before we sat down a number
of men came over to shake hands
with him and invite him to do all
sorts of things. He is even more of a
man's man than Dick.
Jim Edie certainly knows how to
order a supper, and, while I was not
hungry, yet his selection even tempt
ed me, and his unusual air of defer
ence was very flattering to me.
"Tell me all the news," he said.
"Where are Harry and Eliene Sy
mone?" "Harry has gone to Europe, but I
am not sure- whether Eliene has gone
with him or not." , N
"What do you mean by that? Has
the family been broken up?"
"That is something we don't
know," said Dick, and then I saw his
face grow white, and, looking, I saw
Mollie over in the corner with a
strange man and a queer-looking girL
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
NOW COMES THE SLIT STOCKING
London, England. The "slit stock
ing" is the latest announcement in
costuming, extraordinary. The open
ing, which is usually an elongated
oval, beginning at the instep, is laced
with very fine bands of silk threatf'the
same color as the hose. These are
crossed backward and forward suffi
ciently far apart to make the slash
apparent In some styles the edges of
the slash are laced with aarrow inser
tion of brightly colored ribbons,