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Spite Wife "L'2^'2
CHAPTER XXXVIII. ///^> PITE WIFE!" The words ln * * furiated Judv as they came ^ out. She sat stiffly upright, <_/ cheeks blazing, eyes flashing. She drove her nails to her palms so hard that the imprint showed for long after, but at the moment she was insensible of pain Painful red was staining Stan's face now. The nervous muscle had begun to twitch in his cheek as it always did when he was agitated. As it had done that first night on the train, Judy found herself remembering. His voire shook when he answered. “No. Judy. It isn't fair to say that I never thought of you as—as that—" "I suppose it didn't cross your mind that if you married me and brought me back home that it would be— I spiting—Eunice. And show’ing the whole town that you didn't care that she'd married. Saving your face-j-" Judv was sitting bolt upright, but the red had seeped from her checks. J Her eyes were very dark in her paling face. ' Enormous eves . . . accusing 1 eyes . . . Stan’s gaze met them for a moment, then slid away to a comer of tne room It wasn't that . . His tone was eulkily defensive. "I’m not saying tlv -—that Eunice didn't give me an tv Jolt She did. I hat-'l h'r f ■ I thought I hated her and never want ed to see her again An.t i and you were so different—so r\\\* - thing Eunice wasn't, that it was a re lief just to be with you. Yet tr me feel happy again, and that life wasn't all wrong. You made me lauglt —fee! the way I used to feel. Eunice was like a disease and you were—a cure— You see what I mean?” He was stammering unhappily. "Oh, yes. I see." "Mind you. Judy, there was no inten tion in my mind of making use of you. I just like to be with you. And that day out on the pond in the canoe— when I knew I was going home, it made me sick to think of leaving you behind. And I thought—why not let's get married and then I ro’i!i t"’--' with me ... Do you remember that day. Judy? And that nigin v .1 .1 i asked you to marry me Did she remember! What to her had been a lavish outpouring of romantic love had been to him a convenient arrangement lor dispelling his black moods! Something like angry despair creeping over her heart as Stan tui consciously revealed his selfishness. ' Selfishness so utterly a part of his make-up that he did not recognize it for such. Anger capitulated in he* mind Oh. what was the use . . . She couldn't make him any different . . . Breaking her heart over something : which he couldn't even see . . . He stopped, eyeing her drooping fig- j ure almost resentfully. “You don't be lieve me. You don't believe that I really do love you . . "Oh, yes. It's all right.” Judy made a weary little movement with her hands. Tears filling up at the back of her throat. She felt very weary . . . very lonely. This glimpse of Stan’s colossal selfishness — the greater be cause so unconscious, gave her the dreary feeling of standing alone in the cold. Better the burning jealousy . . . the deep, unhappy love she had always had for him, than this hollow sense of being alone. Stan could never see tilings as she saw them . . . She could n't explain. They spoke different lan guages. Stan took her silence for the begin nings of surrender. He was speaking quickly, nervously. ”1 meant what I said, a while ago, J about sometimes hating Eunice. I do. 1 I know she isn't to be compared to you as a girl. And when we came back after we were married, I give you my W'ord that I tried to avoid her. I did, really, Judy. But in a small town like Lockwood you can’t do that. We were thrown together—and if I seemed to be avoiding her, well, that looked as though I—X still cared about her—you can see that. It would just give those cats something more to talk about. You see that, don’t you, Judy?" "Oh. yes." "And then we were thrown together . . . and . . . and . . . Eunice torments me!" A badgered note in Stan's voice. "Look here. Jude, I'm talking straight from the shoulder. Cards on the table between us! A man's different from a girl in his mind, I guess. I love you. so help me, I do, Judy. And I don't love Eunice. Not . . . love But ... I don't know how to say it, she—-she gets me. She-” "I think"—-Judy’s voice clear and proud despite the quiver in it—"that I am tired of sitting here talking about Eunice Wilson!" Stan's face darkened. He chewed his lips uncertainly for a moment. Then suddenly he threw his arms about her “Judy, come on back with me. vvny did you do It?” Then, as she started to speak, “No, I know why. of course. But, darling. If you knew how I sui fered . . . Not knowing . . . I for granted you were going back to your aunt. I sent you a letter in care of her and when she wrote back ass ing if you were coming, why, then i didn't know what to think. I have people looking for you. No one out the family —and Eunice —know you went away. We said you’d gone r.ast to visit. And then I got a letter irorn your aunt giving this address - Stan broke off. looked around tne shabby place. “God, what a dump. My poor darling ...” , The sympathy in his voice caused Judy to duck her head and blink away the tears. After the cold ana tne loneliness—after the strain and heart ache of the past months—to be pitied. To be comforted--! Weak—she was being weak . . . Where was her pride -^the pride which had sustained her “KLUTCH” HOLDS FALSE TEETH TIGHT Klutch forms a comfort cushion: hoi<15 the plate so snug It rant rock, diop. chafe or “be played with.'1 You ran eat and speak as well ft* you did with your own teeth A Wc MX gives three months of unbelievable com fort. At all druggists Advertisement. in this dreary shabbiness? Bat the scornful Inner voice which was scold ing her suddenly faltered . . . She was crying. She knew a moment of fury at the tears which always came at the wrong moment to weaken her. Stan was drawing her into his arms. . . . Nice to have someone comfort her. ... It he went away—the cold empti ness of the room closing about her again—sinking down Into a quagmire of debt and worry and loneliness . . . This dreadful, ugly room ... the ghost in the next room, coughing—that hope less, beaten cough . . . "Come back with me, darling. I'll, be different. I swear ltl Let’s start again. We’ll get a place of our own. kou always wanted that. We'll get a little apartment—up here In the city, if you want. But come back now. You will, won’t you, darling? . . Pride was gone. Indignation was gone The patronage and the slurs of Lockwood suddenly didn’t count. It didn’t especially count that this was Stan who was holding her in his arms —pleading with her in a way that she had never thought the proud and wil ful 6tan would plead. Nothing espe cially counted except to get away from tills gaunt ugliness . . . from this fran tic worry of the future. Weak! . . . said some acornful voice in her own mind. She crushed it back. After all . . . there was more than her stubborn pride at stake. "It isn’t me . . . and it Isn’t you, either . . ” she heard her own muf fled, hysterical voice explaining. "A child . . . It’s babies that tie people’s hands . . . That’s what we’ve got to think about, Stan. I get to thinking. ... I see poor little babies around here—poor, little, thin, helpless things. No chance in life—just because their parents can’t give them a start. That mustn’t happen—oh, it mustn't happen u> our* . . Stan’s face—stern—stricken—steeling to sudden determination as he ques tioned her. Stan, standing upright— manly and handsome. “Here—this set tles it! Where are your grips? You're going to get out of this place immedi ately, You're coming back with me tonight. These all your clothes? Where’s your coat?” "I stored It ... It was going to—to see me through—” Good to have some one taking charge —taking care of her. Good, to lie here on the bumpy couch, drawing long, shaking breaths like a child who has cried too long. Watching Stan dump ing her things In her grips. Sweeping her toilet articles from the dresser. Open the drawers of the stained bu reau with evident disgust . . . The tension had been too great. Whether she loved Stan—whether he loved her . . . high purposes, sustaining anger even the future child had ceased to matter. She was going to leave this cold dreariness. This ugly poverty. Going back to cleanliness and W'armth. . . . That mattered, for the moment, tremendously. hike a prisoner stepping out of a cell . . . thought Judy, as Stan put her jacket on her, buttoning it as though she were a child. If Stan were always like this . . . sweet and thoughtful . . . She put up her cold fingers and touch ed his mouth. That handsome, wilful mouth . . . But when they were ready to leave, when Stan stood at the door with the grips, Judy got a grip on herself, ‘■Qo on. I'll come down in a minute. There’s something—I must do first—” When he had gone—reluctantly— Judy opened her handbag. A crum pled $20 bill—-she had been paid two days before and had planned to live on it the rest of the month. No writing paper—but on the margin of a maga zine page—eight months old. which she had found discarded on the back porch, she wrote: I nope this will make your Christ mas happier.” She wrapped It around the crumpled twenty and pushed it beneath the door of the next room, before she rejoined Stan downstairs. Stan’s car waited down by the cor ner. That was why she hadn’t noticed it as she came in. To sink back against the cushions . . . utterly relaxed, no thought of dodging traffic in the cold and wet . . . When else had she had this sense of utter relaxation in a car? Oh, yes . . .that night when Peter Constantine had picked her up. A shiver shook Judy. 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Tomorrow f Discontinued Styles of Lace and Applique-Trimmed Milanese Underthings $[.45 Would regularly be $1.95 and $2.95 From a famous maker, whose name you will Instantly recognize when you see his label on these pieces. Bloomers Panties Step-ins Tearose and Flesh Sizes 5, 6 and 7 Silk Underwear, Third Floor. Whether You Measure Higher or Not— Mother Will Be Pleased Because These Gay Dresses Are Lower Than She W ould Ever Expect to Pay « . • * . $ | .95 In plain colors that will make your eyes bluer, if they are blue, and gay English prints. Voiles and linens that will come out of the tub as fresh ever. Then, too, there are details fashion-conscious young misses of 2 to 6 years insist upon—faggoting and smocking. JtrvwftLxt' Amaru, Foortb Floor. When We Are I to 3 We Like These Creepers And Many Mothers Appre date That They Are Only It is fun to wear creepers made by some one who knows how a baby feels. 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