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Forbush was forced to acknowl
edge that probably they wouldn't
As they neared the house he begged
to be allowed to remain ouside and
wait, as he was not in evening dress,
but the distracted bridegroom would
take no denial. Forbush' effaced him
self in a corner of the hall as his
friend, rushing pelmell past the cu
rious guests, sought the presence of
the bride-elect She was white, tear
less and unforgiving.
"Go in there and explain to the
guests. I shall be behind these por
tieres listening. If I open them you
may come and get me. If I do not
there will be no ceremony."
"I advise you to do as she says,"
broke in her father sternly. "It has
been all we could do to keep her
from an entire collapse. She must
have her way."
The chatter among the guest in
stantly hushed as Fenton appeared
in the drawing room. He told his
experience exactly as it had hap
pened. It seemed to Fenton after he
had finished as though the silence
would crush him. He looked toward
the portieres. They remained tight
ly closed. Just then a noise from an
automobile enabled some of the men
near the door to indulge in comment
The noise ceased so suddenly that
the word "jag" came out unpleasant
"That's a lie!" rang out a voice
loud enough to be heard by all, and
Forbush strode into the room and
faced the astonished assembly.
"Jack Forbush!" cried two or three
voices at once. He waved back the
outstretched hands. "Wait!" he de
manded. "I ought to be kicked out
instead of being spoken to. 1 am the
one responsible for all this. But I
want you to know I never dreamed it
was his wedding night."
Bruce looked toward the portieres.
They were tightly closed. He turned
appealingly to Forbush and his friend
t "Whoever said that word 'jag i
ouikht to apologize!" cried Forbush.
r. Fenton never touched either
wiiae or cocktail. When i cnaueci
him about his total abstinence he
well, I think I must tell you what he
said if he will allow me." He
loojied at Fenton, who nodded his
acq uiescence. 'Jack,' he said, 'I used
to ake too much. One year ago I
pro srised to leave it alone. If I had
not , kept this promise I wouldn't be
fit i Jo face the woman I love. That's
the lone thing she would not forgive,
it's all due to her that I'm the decent
fell aw I am today.'
" t can t,ell you I was pretty much
ashamed at having urged him. But
win in I could not awaken him I was
so xrightened 'and anxious that I
fore pd a few drops of brandy into his
mowth. I wouldn't think it neces
sarrj to tell all this, but for that re
marui. It means too much to go un
explained." "Jack! you rascal!" broke in one
of me men. "I can believe you did
it, sance you played that sleep, trick
"Itjut I want it, understood," he an
swei jed seriously, "this is the last
time! I play with hypnotism."
Brijace, watching with despairing
eyes I the closed portieres, saw them
openil .A woman in white- raiment
waitud for him.
s your plumbing grumble?
ts does. It's had a crouch on
ever adnce we rebuilt and let it out in
en. We can t even turn a faw-
bw without being growled at
pe we ve given it the run of the
pom it has spread itself all
d in kinks and curleycues and
festodns and dropstitch effects and
nothir he can please It- It mumbles
and d tutters to itself all the time.
Put! I plumbing back in solitary con-
The In maybe it'll shut up.
Conjpulsory morality is no moral