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The o -.ft ." R COMES THE GREAT EVENT .".'SHE; REALIZES THAT :-f 8YN0PSIS Hose Stanton marries Rodney Aldrich, a rich young lawyer, after a brief courtship, and in stantly Is taken up by Chicago's exclusive social set and made n part of the gay whirl of the rich folk. It Is all new to the girl, and for the first few months he Is charmed with the life. And then she comes to feel that she Is living a useless existence, that she is a social butterfly, a mere ornament In her husband's home. Rose longs to do something useful and to have the opportunity to employ her mind and utilize her talent and edu cation.' Rodney feels much the same way Mraself. He thinks he ought to potter around In society just to please his wife, when in reality he'd rathw be giving his nights to study or social service of some sort. They try to reach an understanding, following the visit of two New York friends, who have worked out satisfactorily this same problem. CHAPTER XI Continued. But' she1 went' steadily on. "You were always so dear about it. But tonight flh Rodney ... 1" Her silly, ragged voice choked there and stopped, ' and the tears brimmed up and spilled down her cheeks. But she kept , her face steadfastly turned to his. "That's' what I said about being married find not sowing wild oats, I suppose," he said glumly. "It was a Joke. Do you suppose I'd have said it if I meant it?" "It wasn't only that," she managed to go on. "it was the way they looked at the house; the way you apologized for my dress; the way you looked when you tried to get out of answer ing Barry ' Lake's questions about what you 'oro' doing. Oh, how I despised myself I,, And how I knew you and they must be despising me I" "The one thing I felt about you all the evening," he1 'said, with the pa tience , that i -marks. , the last stage of exasperation, "was pride. I was rath er crflzlly proud 6f you." "As my lover i you were proud of me,", slhIe1snId.,,.;,)But'the other man the man that's jipore. trujy you was ashamed,'' as 'l'wns' ashamed. Oh, it doesn't Uitttterl Being asliamcd won't accompUsbaqything, ,But what we'll do Is gotyp.fo accomplish nomethlug." "What do you mean to do?" he asked." 1,1 "i". ' "I wan$- you toi tell ' me first," she satdho.niuelmoney we have, and how much we've been spending." i'don't.'Wribw," he'snld stubbornly. "I don?tMknWivexactly.' "You,'ve, got , enough, haven't you, of your own f . . I mean, there's enough "that' conies 10 every ' year, to live on, if you didn't earn a cent by practicing law?, it Well, what I want to do, is to Jive onvthnt I want to live, ' however and' wherever we have to to live Ott thut-i-out in the suburbs "That's Why I Wanted to Decide Things Tonight." somewhere, or in a flat, ao that you will be free ; and I can work be some ao rt of help.' ...... 1 "You can wash the dishes and scrub the floors," he supplemented, "and I can carry my lunch to the office with me In a Uttle, tin box." He looked at bis watch. "And now that the thing's reduced to an absurdity, let's go to bed.' If a getting along toward two o'clock." ,v -i "You dont have to get to the office till nine ' ' tomorrow' morning," said Rose. "And I' want to talk it out now.,- And don't ithlnk I said any thing that was absurd." '1 Shouldn't' have called It absurd," he 'admitted -after" a rather long si lence. , "But, it's exaggerated and un necessary. Next October, when the lease on this house runs out, we can manage, perhaps, to change the 'scale a little. There you are! Now do stop worrying about It and let's go to bed." But she sat there just as she was, taring at the dying Are, her hands 1 S " eal ? Adventure By Henry Kitchell Webster Copyright 1916, Bobbs-Merrill Co. IN ROSE ALDRICH'S LIFE, THE WOMAN'S FINEST PROFESSION PLANS GO SADLY AWRY lying slack in her lap, all as if she hadn't heard. The long silence Irked him. lie pulled out his watch, looked at it, and began winding It. He mend ed the fire so that It would be safe for the night; bolted a window. Ev ery minute or two ho stole a look at her, but she was always just the same. Except for the faint rise and fall of her bosom, she might have been a picture, not a woman. At last he said again, "Come along, Rose dear." "It'll be too late in October," she said. "That's why I wanted to de cide things tonight. Because we must begin right away." Then she looked up into his face. "It will be too late in October," she repeated, "unless we be gin now." The deep, tense seriousness of her voice and her look arrested his full attention. "Why?" he asked. And then, "Rose, what do you mean?" "We're going to have a baby In October," she said. CHAPTER XII. ' The Door That Was to Open. What a silly little idiot she'd been not to have seen the thing for her self I 'She'd been, all the while, beat ing her head against blind walls when there was a door there, waiting to open of itself when the time came. Motherhood I There'd be a doctor and a nurse at first, of course, but presently they'd go away and she'd be left with a baby. Her own baby! She could care for him with her own hands, feed him her Joy reached an ecstasy at this from her own breast. That life which Rodney led apart from hor, the life into which she had tried with such ludicrous unsuccess to effect an entrance, was nothing to this new life which was to open before her in a few short months now. Mean while, she not only ,must wait she could well afford to. Thnt was why she could listen with that untroubled smile of hers to the terrible things that Rodney and James Randolph and Barry Lake and Jane got into the way of hurling across her dinner table, and to the more mildly expressed but equally alkaline cynicisms of Jimmy Wallace. Jimmy was dramatic critic on one of the evening papers as well as a bit of a playwright. He was a slim, cool, smiling, highly sophisticated young man, who renounced all privileges ad an interpreter of life in favor of re maining an unbiased observer of it He never bothered to speculate aboui what you ought to do he waited to see what you did. Well, in the light of the miraculous transformation that lay before her, Rose could listen undaunted to the tough phllosophlzlngs her husband and Barry Lake delighted In ns well as to the mordant merciless realities with which Doctor Randolph and Jimmy Wallace confirmed them. She wasn't indifferent to it all. "Jim's pretty weird when he gets going," Eleanor Randolph said to Fred erica, on the next day after they had been dining at the Aldriches', "but that Barry Lake has a sort of surgical way of discussing just anything, and his wife's as bad. "We never got off women all the evening. Barry Lake had their his tory down from the early Egyptians, and Jim got off a string of patholog ical freaks. And then Rodney came out strong for economic Independence, only with his own queer angle on it, of course. He thought it would be a fine thing, but it wouldn't happen un til the men insisted on it When a girl wasn't regarded as marriageable unless she had been trained to a trade or a profession, then things would be gin to happen. I think he meant it, too. "Well, and all the while there sat Rose, taking It all in with those big eyes of hers, smiling to herself now and then; saying things, too, some times, that were pretty good, though nobody but Jimmy seemed to under stand, always, just what she meant They've talked before, those two. But she was no more embarrassed than as if we'd been talking embroidery stitches."' So far as externals went, her life, that spring, was immensely simplified. The social demands upon her, which had been ao insistent all winter, stopped almost automatically. The PROSPECT OF A BABY, AND IS MOTHERHOOD BUT exception was the Junior League show in Easter week, for which she put in quite a lot of work. She was to have danced in it. This is an annual entertainment by which Chicago sets great store. All the smartest and best-looking of the younger set take part in it, in cos tume's that would do credit to a chorus dresser, and as much of Chicago as Is willing and able to pay ive dollars a seat for the privilege is welcome to come end look. Delirious weeks are spent in rehearsal, under a first class professional director; audience and performers have an equally good time, and Charity, as residuary lega tee, profits by thousands. Rose dropped in at a rehearsal one day at the end of a solid two hours of committee work, found it unexpect edly amusing, and made a point, there after, of attending when she could. Her Interest was heightened, if not wholly actuated, by some things Jim ray Wallace had been telling her late ly about how such things were done on the real stage. He had written a musical comedy once, lived through the production of it, and had spent a hard-earned two weeks' vacation trouping with it on the road, so he could speak with au thority. It was a wonderful Odyssey when you could get him to tell it, and as Rose made a good audience, she got the whole thing at her dinner table. The thing got a sociological twist eventually, of course, when Jane want ed to know if It were true that the chorus girls received inadequate pay. Jimmy demolished this with more wrath than he often showed. Ho didn't know any other sort of job that paid a totally untrained girl ns well. It took a really occompllshed stenogra pher, for instance, to earn as much a week as was paid the average chorus girl. The trouble was that the Indis pensable assets in the business were not character and intelligence and am bition, but Just personal charms. "But a girl who's serious about It, who doesn't have to be told the same thing more than once, and catches on, sometimes, without being told at all, why, she can always have a Job and she can be as independent as any body. She can get twenty-five dollars a week or even as high as thirty." The latter part of this conversation wns what she was to remember after ward, but the thing that Impressed Rose at the time, and that held her for hours looking on nt the League show rehearsals, was whnt Jimmy had told her about the technical side of the work of production, the -labors of the director, and so on. As the weeks and months wore away, and ns the season of violent alter nations between summer and winter, which the Chlcagoan calls spring, gave place to summer itself, Rose" was driven-to intrench herself more and more deeply behind this great expectation. It was like a dam hold ing back waters that otherwise would huve rushed down upon her and swept her away. And then came narrlet, Rodney's other sister, and the pressure behind the dam rose higher. Rose -had tried, rather unsuccess fully, to realize that there was actu ally in existence another woman who occupied,' by blood anyway, the same position toward Rodney and herself that Frederica did. She felt almost like a real sister toward Frederica. But without quite putting the notion into words, she had always felt it was just as well that Harriet was an Italian contcssa, four thousand miles away. Rodney and Frederica spoke of her affectionately, to be sure, but their references made a picture of a rather formidably correct, seriously aristocratic sort of person. She'd discovered, along in the win ter sometime, that Harriet's affairs were going rather badly. It was along In May that the cable came to Frede rica announcing that Harriet was com ing back for a long visit "That's all she said," Rodney explained to Rose. "But I suppose it means the finish. She said she didn't want any fuss made, but she hinted she'd like to have Freddy meet her in New York, and Freddy's going. Toor old Harriet I We must try to cheer her up." She didn't seem much In need of cheering up, Rose thought when they first met All that showed on the con t ease's highly polished surface, waa a disposition to talk humorously over old times wjth her old friends, in cluding liar brother and sister, and a sort of dismayed acquiescence in the smoky seriousness, the Inadequate civilization, of the city of her birth. Toward Rose herself, the contessa was, one might say, studiously affec tionate. She avoided being cither dis agreeable or patronizing. Rose could see, indeed, how she avoided it About this time the question where Rose and Rodney were going to live after their lease on the McCrea house ended, had begun to press for an an swer. October first was when the lease expired, and it wasn't far from the date at which they expected the baby. They spent some lovely after noons during the days of the emerg ing spring, cruising about looking at possible places. This was the situation when Har riet took a hand in it. It was a situa tion made to order for Harriet to take a hand in. She'd sized it up at a glnnce, made up her mind in three minutes what was the sensible thing for them to do, written- a note to Florence McCrea in Paris, and then bided her opportunity to put her idea into effect. To her Rose was simply a well-meaning, somewhat Inadequately She Stared, Bewildered. civilized young person, the beneficiary, through her marriage with Rodney, of a piece of unmerited good fortune. When she got Florence McCrea's answer to her letter, she took the first occasion to get Rodney off by himself and talk a little common sense into him. . "What about where to live, Rod ney?" she nsked. "Made up your mind about It yet? It is time someone with a little common sense straight ened you out about this." Harriet couldn't be sure from the length of time he took seeing that his pipe was properly lighted, wheth er he altogether liked this method of approach or not. "Common sense always was a sort of specialty of yours, sis," he said at last,' "and straightening out. You were always pretty good at It." Then out of a cloud of his own smoke, "Fire away." "Well, In the first place," she said, "if you had your house today you'd be lucky if the paint was dry and the thing was fit to move Into, by the first of September." "Cut we've got to get out of here, anyway, in October.' And that means we've got to have some sort of place to get into. It Is nn awkward time, I'll admit." "No, you haven't," she said. "You can stay right here another six months, if you like. I've heard from Florence. When I found how things stood here, I wrote and asked her if she'd lease for six months more if she got the chunce, and she wrote back and simply grabbed at It." Rodney smoked half way through his pipe before he made any comment on this suggestion. "This house isn't Just what we want," he said. "In the first place, It's expensive." Harriet shrugged her shoulders, picked up one of Florence's poetry books nnd eyed the heavily tooled bind ing with a satirical smile before she replied. "I'd an idea there was that in it," she said at last. "Freddy said some thing. . . Rose had been talking to her." Then, after another little silence and with a sudden access of vehemence: "You don't want to go nnd do' a regular fool thing, Roddy. You're getting on perfectly splendid ly. But if you pull up and go to live in a barn somewhere and stop seeing any bodypeople that count I mean " Roduey grunted. "You're beyond your depth, sis," he said. "Come back where you don't have to swim. The expense isn't a capital consideration, I'll admit that Now go on from there." That's like old times," she ob served with a not Ill-humored grim ace. "I wonder If you talk to Rose like that Oh, I. know the house Is rather solemn and absurd. It's Flor ence herself all over, that's the size of it But what does that matter for six months more?" He pocketed his pipe and got up out of his chair. "There's something In if he ad mitted. 'Til think it over." "Better coble Flon-nce as booji as you can," she advised. Rose protested .when the plan far living six months' n ore In Florence McCrea's house was, broached to her. She made the best fight she could. But Harriet's arguments, re-stated now by Rodney with full conviction, were too much for her. When she broke down and cried, as she couldn't help doing, Rodney soothed nnd com forted her, nssured her that this no tion of hers about the expensiveness of it all, was Jusf a notion, which she must struggle against as best she could. She'd see things in a truer proportion afterward. Very fine and small and weak, Rose Stanton, lying in a bed with people about her, let her yes fall heavily shut lest they should want her to speak or think. . . . Then, for a long time, nothing. Then presently, a hand, a firm, powerful hand, that picked up her heavy, limp wrist and two sensi tive finger-tips thnt rested lightly on the upper surface of it. After that, an even, measured voice a voice of authority, whose words no doubt made sense, enly Rose was too tired to think what t'ie sense wns: "That's a splendid pulse. She's do ing the best thing she can, sleeping like that" And then another .voice, utterly un like Rodney's and yet unmistakably his a ragged voice that tried to talk In a whisper but couldn't, manage it broke queerly. "That's all right" it said. "But I'll find it easier to believe when " She must see him must know what it meant thnt he should talk like that. With a strong physical ef fort, she opened her eyes and tried to speak his name. She couldn't; but someone must have been watching and have seen, because a woman's voice snid quickly nnd quietly "Mr. Aldrich." And the next moment, vast and tow ering and very blurred In outline, but, like his voice, unmistakably, was Rodney her own big, strong Rodney. She tried to hold her arms up to him, but of course she couldtl't. And then he shortened suddenly. He had knelt down beside her bed, that was it. And she felt upon her pnlm the pressure of his lips, and his unshaven cheek, and on her wrist a warm wetness that must be tears. And then she knew. The urgency of a sudden terror gave her her voice. "Roddy," she said, "there was go ing to be n baby. Isn't there?' Something queerly like a liugh broke ills . voice when he answered. "Oh, you darling ! Y.es. It's nil rlRht. That Isn't why I'm crying. It's Jurt because I'm' so happy." "But the baby!" she persisted "Why Isn't it here?" Rodney turned and' spoke to some one else. "She wants to see," h said. "May she?" 1 And then a woman's voice (why, it was the nurse, of course! Mis Harris, who had come last night) said in nn indulgent, soothing tone : "Why, surely she may. Walt Just a minute." But the wait seemed hours. Why didn't they bring the baby her baby? There! Miss Harris was coining at last, with a queer, bulky, shapeless bundle. Rodney stepped in betweea and cut off tfis view, but only to slid an arm under mattress and pillow and raise her a Hitle so that she coulfi see. And then, under her eyes, dark red and hnlry against the whiteness of the pillow, were two. small heads twe small, shapeless masses leading away from them, twitching, squirming. She stared, bewildered. "There were twins, Rose," she heard Rodney explaining triumphantly, but still with something that wasn't quite a laugh, "a boy and a girl. They're perfectly splendid. One weighs seven pounds and the other six." Her eyes widened and She looked up Into his face so that the pitiful bewilderment in hers was revealed to him. "But the baby," she said. Her wide eyes filled with, tears and her voict broke weakly. "I wanted a baby." "You've got a bnby," he insisted nnd now laughed outright. "There ar two of them. Don't you understand dear?". Her eyes drooped shut, but th tears came welling out along hex lashes. 'Tlease take them away," sh begged.. And then, with a little sob she. whispered : "I wanted a baby not those." Rodney started to speak, but som sort of admonitory signal from thi nurse silenced htm. The nurse went away with her bun dle, and Rodney stayed stroking Rose's limp hand. In the dark, ever so much later she awoke, stirred a little restlessly, and the nurse, from her cot, cams quickly and stood beside her bed. She had something In her hands for Rose to drink and Rose drank it dutifully "Is there anything else?" the nursi asked. "I Just want to know," Rose said; "have I been dreaming, or is it truel Is there a baby, or are there twins?" "Twins, to be sure," said the nurse cheerfully. 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