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i, HER'MAGAZINE STORY
By Adele Mendel.
'(Copyright, "by W. G. Chapman.)
"Come on to hed, Robert;,'it's
past midnight?" "said; his room
mate, Ienneth,as he knocked the
ashes- from "his 'curved .meer
schaum pipe. ; v " r
, "Just want to read one more
storyand then -'I'll be with you,"
answered Rqbert, settling himself
"ly Georoe, Ken. I'm In Love."
comfortably in the huge leather
"One would think you were a '
lovesick maid, the way you de
vour those , magazine stories,"
"I'm not a lovesick , maid, but
maybe I'm that kind of a man,"
said Robert with a quizzical aire
and throwing down his magazine.
"I've no doubt of that, none at
all," emphatically answered Ken
neth. "Any fellow of twenty
eight who refuses to call on girls,
declines all invitations to dances,
dinners and parties, who never
changes the color or style of his
necktie, has something wrong
with him, marlc my word."
"Her name is Ruth Wilson,"
began Robert, as' if he were re
peating a well-known lesson.
"She was a little pen-and-ink
sketcher and sold some of her-'
work to our firm; that is how I
first became acquainted with-her.
But our acquaintance sopn grew
to friendship, and then it wasn;t
many months before we both
knew avc were in love with each
other. I wanted to marry at
once, but Ruth insisted upon
waiting a year, as she felt she had
a future in her artistic career and
was not yet willing to give it up.
Patiently, I agreed, and, at the
end of the allotted .time she beg
ged' for six months more. And
then another and yet another de
lay, until one evening, as we were
seated in her two-by-four hall
room studio on the third story of
a second-class boarding house,
irritated by lier seeming prefer
ence for her profession when I
again asked for a postponement
of our marriage, I lost temper and
hurled unkind, angry words at
the girl. Naturally, she resented
my attitude. One word led to
another, I banged the door and
dashed like a madman down the
stairs and out of the house. I
walked miles and miles, not carr