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and, alas! in many capes that were
flushed unnaturally by rich food and
wine.
"Is this the flower of civilization?"
I asked.
"You .know; Jini Margie used to be
a school teacher and" we 'have to
humor her when she-Jbutts in fath a
question that compels td think be
fore we answer."
Jim looked at me rather qtiestion
ingly before ie said;
"I havfenJt yet been able to Under
stand how Margie came to marry
you, Dick,.for you never think about
anything. 'Of all the men t know you
are the -only one who is always
swayed by impulse and mood."
"I guess I was tone of Dick's im
pulses," I said.
"The best one I ever had," said
dear old Dick loyally.
I interrupted: "But is this really
civilization?"
"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 compareJthem.
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. Thp
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
tjurls 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 tp me about that part of
his temperament that is poetical, I
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 c&uld be hard and
glittering.or sdft and limpid. He look
ed to me as though he would be rath
er ruthless where his interests or de
sires were concerned, but he had, to
a greater extent than any man I had
ever met, on ah 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 toi shake hands
with him and invite Anm 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 Bupper, and, while I was not
hungry, yet hi& 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 ElietfeTias gone
with him or not"
"What do you mean by that? Has
the family been broken up?"
"That is something we don't
kijow," 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-Jooking girL
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
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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 thread 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 narrow1 inser
tion of brightly colored ribbons,
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