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HIS SECOND WIFE
THE GUMPSkcre's four Clmnce. Wlio Wants a Servant?
By Sidney Smith f
By ERNEST POOLE
Author ot "The Harbor," "Hit Family"
CoririoMj tttt, tv Puttie l.tigtr Co.
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here! If you're noi ureooeu
enough. ,, llloM
- all readyi now, w - i ...
Jy!" K i think i look rather
.Stnku. ' AMn'1 y6U Kin'
t0i?o,tmTMl Noweomeonl"
She threw back her head and laughed
"".J' beginning so .well." murmuree,
s.lly to Ethel, as they went In to din
la "Steady, my child."
h I'm a" right I" was the reply,
a rthel smlted excitedly. Tho chorus
SlXs that had greeted .Too
And herself hd bn 80 warm ,1nd Biay
!2 real There had beerr no time for
JardnoM. In a moment after their
lSnw. the hubbub of talk and
Serhad gone right on as though
Sr had happened. At table It con
ftnued till. and she felt herself borne
.tow on tie tide. She looked Ct Joe.
JE on Sail- right and she
ihoutht he wan doing exceedingly well.
And a ' thM9 old frlends 0t 1,lB'.M
he rapidly scanned their faces, they
toohed far from formidable. On her
left sMfl Sally's husband, a tall oar
ercaturc with nlco eyes, wan telling her
bout the men-two or three writers.
, architect ami ft portrait paincr
rather welt known, whoso pictures she
hid read about. She had already
learned from Sally what tho women did
with themselves They worked, they
went to women's clubs, they dined and
did the social side. One of them spoke
for suffrage, another was a sculptress,
one sang, one had a baby.
They did not look solemn In the least.
Everything went bo naturally.
'Well, hero 1 am at lasl," sho thought
She kept throwing Quick, llttlo glances
shout. Was It all so much worth while,
. wondered. Yes, they were very pleaa-
ant and nice. But sho had expected
well, something more, a kind of a bril
liancy In their eyes and tho things they
were saying. For here were art and
music, moements, causes and Idoas, and
goodness only knew what else! Hero
were the people who really saw some
thing richer and deeper In life than tho
tort of existence Amy had led great
bright vlstaa leading oft from the city
as It was today to some dazzling prom
ised land. She thought of the llttlo his
tory "prof." They were so cor.y about
It here ! She did not want them to be
"highbrows" Heaven forbid 1 But they
took It all so easily I
She thought of the struggles she had
been through In order to get where sho
nas tonight, tho ardent hopes and tho
despairs, and all tho eager planning.
And just for a moment there came to
her some little realization of those other
women still outside, In this city of so
many worlds, each with her particular
world, her bright and shining goal, her
ihrlno. and pushing and scheming to set
in. She recalled the flcrco light In Amy's
eyes and the tone of her voice: "r may
be too lato !" Amy had wanted only
money, and pcoplo like that. But how
hard she had wanted It ! These
people took It so pleasantly ! they seemed
m mug In their little group. Sho won-
SSrV.' .uV djellod was that Joe
h2nnp.ih, ?, wAfo ot hle- whether she
J??ein TJk 'i0'.110.'' Rnd takes her
over to Pari;. See? And If she tries
ill k.PunWffi? eftpti 'ankl""Im
3hi'i.'ti,NouM row'ed on In his surly
way. l'.thel slipped quietly Into the hall
lESta WMMtlr Sally Vlth one arm
andUn,u?n1nBP:r0,terln" "wdkrch.ef
"Uso mine, dear."
On the night before they sailed for
Sr?l S,0".'..1" ,lcr wr"Pper Into the
warm dark Hying room. There was
ShU'Uln&.rt0 hatl ,ortton to do, and
SilSW1 l?, Kcl '! olT "er mind. Sho
"witched on the light by the doorway,
and looked about her smiling, but with
u little uhlvcr, too,
The ghost was gone or nearly so.
Already the room had been stripped
bare. Only lithel's desk was left, and a
chair or two and tho long, heavy table
with a lamp at cither end. Amy's pic
turo was still on tho table, but It lay
now on Its bark and looked up at the
celling ns though It knew it must soon
depart.. Tomorrow tho movera would
finish their work. Soon somebody clue's
tilings would be here, and somobody
else's life would pour In and fill the
room and niako It new. Somebody else.
What kind of a woman? Another Amy,
or Fanny Carr. or Sally Crothera or
Mrc, Urewe7 What a funny, compli
cated town. On her return a year fiom
now, Ethel had alrcRdy decided to take
a niiiuu iiuuoo near tvnaningion square. I
How long would that experiment last?
K"oubtlesfl In tho yenrs ahead nhe would
try other homes, one lifter the otner.
"wny do wo move so in Now Tork7"
She thought of that plan of her hut
band's for the future city Ptrcet, with
long rows on cither hand of huge npnrt
ment buildings with receding terraces,
numberless gnrdens looking Into the
street below. And (the wondned wheth-,
or the city would ever be anything like
that? "In New York all things are pos
sible." I
"However." nthel wrnt to her desk
nnd rummaged for pnner. ln ami Ink.
men Bne iook oui oi ii cuDDy-noiw u
bulky letter and read It through. It was
the "round-roblu" come again on tin an
nual Journey over the land. It had been
In n, lonely mlnlntr camp, on a cattle
rnrcn, in a imu iuwu mm m i-iuei mrs"
"and mnll. There wcio many kltidtj of
handwriting here, and widely different !
storlc.i of the growth, the swift unfold
Ing. of the lives of a new generation of
women. "Girls like me." Shu read It I
through ... , ,
Then sho took up her pen and began
to write swiftly:
"I have been here for over three
years but It was hard to write before,
because everything wan far from clear "
Sho stopped nnd frowned. "Mow much
shifll I toll them?" An raKern"ns to be
frank and tell all was mingien wun u ai
fellnif of Anglo-Saxon reticence which
had oeen bred In nthol's soul back In
the town In Ohio.
"Resld, I haven't time," ihe thought
"I feel." she wrote, "as though I were
lust out of daiigor barely out. In
danger, I mean, of nervously dashing
about after nothing until I got wrinkled
and old at forty nerves In shreds. I
might have done that. I have met a
nerve specialist lately and the stories
he hns told me about women In this
town 1 ...
"However ! I want to make myself
clear. Am T a high-brow? Not at all.
I want good clothes I love to shop
and I propose to go on shopping. If
vou do not. let me tell you. my dears,
that tho men In New York arc Ike all
the rest and you would soon be leading
a verv lonely existence ! And I don't
want 'that, I want bushels of friends
and somo of them men decidedly! I
want to dance nnd dlno about but I
don't want to be religious about It!
Nor frnntlc and get myself Into a
"Well, but I did start out like that.
When I came hero to llc " She hesi
tated "No. I'd better scratch that out.
"Thank Heaven I got married." she
wrote, "and fell In love with my bus
hand." Again sho slopped with a iulck
frown. "And I had a baby. And I
began to And something real. ' Another
pause, a long ono.
"T lmrl null n. struircln after that 1
dered If she would becomo like that. No, ' was all hemmed In" sho stopped ngali.
LOVE IN MANY GUISES
10VU to Anno was home and selfishness.
Love to Cherry was romance and selfishness.
Love to Peter Joyce waa delirium and selfishness.
Love to Alix wa3 devotion and sacrifice.
Aliz t3 the finest little girl that ever happened and she mates "Sisters,"
by Kathleen Norris, a story worth while.
H begins on this page Monday, June SI.
DON'T MISS IT!
ih decided, most certainly not! And I "by the city I found when I nrsi
iirrivcu. dui i iiuucu tv,,u & i""" ..v.
tuddcnly she realized that this waa only
one more step In the Ufo she was to lead
In this town Thcso people? For a time
perhaps Then others always others!
That was how It was In New York.
Ethel gave a queer little laugh which
t once she pretended had been caused
by something Sally's husband had said.
And Bhe listened to him attentively now,
"There's so much tlmo for everything t
I'm only twenty-five !" she thought. She
turned to tho painter on her right, and
as soon talking rapidly.
The moments seemed to fly away.
Now they had left the men to smoke.
But soon the men had followed them, and
"try one was smoking, and Ethel was
trying a cigarette. Tho talk ran on,
bout this and that. But over on her
!de of the room, Sally had led the con
Wiatlon back to Joe's old student days,
t the Beaux Arts and life In the Quar
' Ethel heard snatches from time to
"me, and she kept throwing vigilant
rtnces over at her husband's face. He
eemed to bo responding, with a hungrrl
"J that thrilled his wife. Again he
ould fall silent, with an anxious gleam
ma eyes. "He's -wondering If he's
wo old!" she thoucht. nnri sh. m..,i
the room and Jolndd them.
Sally W8JI Cleverlv rirmulr,.. V.I .1
!mt some of thnn oarl,, !.,., . I.I..
And though awkward at first, he was
rmin,- up, Jn ,h8 roQm Uje hubbub
thouBa1t.'iThTey'r? ""tenlng to Joel"
on l-v.rl: i,cl Joe Itent talking on and
break fl. mom,ents some ono would
raise tt iut,? n,sk llm something, or to
PrSefn m lauKl Pthel tingled with
ofnhh,,rniohn.dmC hPe fr tU SUC-
by one tho m.i.. u "V Hrrlvea. for one
i io me guests hml inni im i.. u.
M h.?ndhS,,ura5 "malned with 'aTll?
PrtnginB ih?sban1: ,TI,a moment for
list NVnJh8 reat ldea l"d come at
had be ?.. ? ,he taking. That
t K,u'ffn" ?hd. at a meeting
"ne? In a ;;i'" vwo w'e8- "' all at
oiirae n,PunI..now' .?thel knew that
tntruii . "Kie ii. w ny nad she
hown t'i'V t?,thls ,,lan7 Wta
nlnVhad nf;it.had heen rB,"h ' Ths
nt ha0 wir,a,M,1Js2 gorgeously. Why
! P" the wit nn5 had ot,her evenings
l"d to Brnnaiy.animak It euro? She
M he coi u i 'i,'? N?Jurge to stop him,
h ViW,"' would not hear I Now
"W.ii ."" r?8iy to speak.
J Kthe'l a curiAi?: rls ?K anA turning
Bh. iJ'hore'1 "' " lt,B
'" hid ld.at h,m I" hlank relief. So
al 'wi some sense about things, after
"". bltrrt' n'"'" ll her hus-
? don't SJ ?urB 4 understand
Walra" aru " to meddle In our
SKSfir ta-A A
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this
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n" ir.r,n,c'L 'IPW wives.. Un
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JJ.'.ifrowned
'iisrsrs
r lmnlnrf nhniil .inrl lit last I dlSCOV
cred our Now York tho town wo girls
used to dream about at home in all
those talks wo had ! Oh. I don't mean
T have found It yet but I've felt It,
though, and had ono good look. I dined
with some people. How silly that
sounds. But never mind tho point Is
not me, but the fact that this city Is
really nnd truly crammed full of tho
things we girls used to get so excited
about Art, you know, and music of
courso, nnd people who mako these
things their god. Tho town opens up
It you look at It right and you find
movements politics you hear people
talk you peo suffrago parades I
marched In one not long ago feeling like
Joan of Aro! And you find men, too,
who aro doing things. Big schemes for
skyscrapers and homes ! I mean that
our New York Is hero I"
Again there came a pause In the writ
ing. Her eyes looked excited. She smiled
and frowned. Now to finish It off!
"What I want of It all I am not vet
sure for mo personally, I mean. But
there Is my husband, to begin with, and
his work that I can help grow and his
old friends. And thoy are not all. I
keep hearing of new ones I must meet
and they are mixed In with all those
things I have discovered In the town.
"A few of these people were born here
but most have como from all over tho
country. Sometimes I shut my eies and
ask 'Whera are you now. all over the
land, you others who are to come to
New York and be friends of mine and
or my children?
"I want children more than ono. How
many I am not quite suro. That's an
other nolnt vou dec do these things.'
She frowned and scratched this wmtcuce
out. "And children grow and the Idea
of bringing them up makes me feel very
young and humble, too. But In that we
are all In the aatna boat for tho wholo
country, I suppose, Is u irood deal the
same, wnat a queer nna puzzling,
gorgeous nee we are Just beginning
all of us! I wonder wlmt I shall mako
of it? What shall I bo like ten years
from now? How much shall I mean
to my husband and to other men and
women? But moBt of all to women for
wo are comtne tocethcr po' I wonder
what we shall mako of It all? I wonder
how much wo women who march inarch
on and on to everything are really go
ing to mean In the world?
"Oh, how solemn ! aood-nlght my
uears! A kiss to every one ot your
She folded her letter with the rost,
and then she quickly squeezed them all
Into a large envelope which sho ad
dressed to Miss Barbara Wells, Bis
marck. North Dakota. ISthol's eyes were
very bright. She sniffed a little and
smiled at herself. "Oh. don't be a baby :
It's all over now, you know I mean It's
Just beginning 1"
She stopped for a moment by the
table, with the letter In her hand, and
looked down at Amy's picture.
"That Is all any one needs to know.
Her look was pitying, tender, but a
little curious, too.
"I wonder what you were like at my
age? I wonder what you went through,
poor dear? nut It's over now
all over. All ur. rinn't H1o will fade
away, and you'll grow o beautiful
again. Susette will love her mother.
But she won't be Just like you,
my dear."
Ethel went slowly out of the room.
At the doorway she switched off the
light, and the bare, empty room was left
In the dark. The nhotoKranh wao In
visible now. On the street below, a motor
stopped j ana there was a murmur oi
voices, a laugh Tomorrow somebody
else would be here,
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