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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 Trim
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
Jess 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 guests 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. I 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
"Whoever saig .that word 'jag
ought to apologize!" cried Forbush.
"Air. Fenton never touched either
wine or cocktaiL When I chaffed
him about his total abstinence he
well, I think I must tell you what he
said if he will allow me." He
looked at Fenton, who nodded his
acquiescence. 'Jack,' he said, 'I used
to take too much. One year ago I
promised to leave it alone. If I had
not kept this promise I wouldn't be
fit to face the woman J love. That's
the one thing she would not forgive.
It's all due to her that I'm the decent
fellow I am today.'
"I can tell you I was pretty much
ashamed at having urged him. But
when I could, not awaken him I was
so frightened and anxious that I
forced a few drops of brandy into his
mouth. I wouldn't think it neces
sary to tell all this, but for that re
mark. It means too much to go un
explained." "Jack! you rascal!" broke in one
of the men. "I can believe you did
it, since you played that sleep trick
"But I want it understood," he an
swered seriously, "this is the last
time I play with hypnotism;"
Bruce, watching with despairing
eyes the closed portieres, saw them
open. A woman in white raiment
waited for him.
Does your plumbing grumble?
Ours does. It's had a grouch on
ever since wfr rebuilt and let it out in
the open. We can't even turn a faw
cet now without being growled at
Since we've given it the run of the
bathroom it has spread itself all
around in kinks and curleycues and
festoons and dropstitchi. effects and
nothing can please it vIt mumbles
and mutters to itself all the time.
. Put plumbing back in solitary con
finement! Then maybe it'll shut up.
Compulsory morality is no moral
ity, at all. Muirhead