3 .... , “ “‘ THE Fl. HERE you ran a” sweeper, I am” to run an automo-g bile.” .7 So Gloria Gordon told her . mother on the eve of her wed- ding. I And she meant what she said. The married life of the Gregorys therefore Was filled with thrilling . situations. And the Gregorys are real live folks who live right here 1n Nor- .walk. you know. Read It! THE EVENING SENTINEL Many of your friends, or you ? yourself will know Gloria. And you Will be interested in learning of the temptations and struggles she experiences as the wife of a. - struggling young lawyer. They are all written for you in “The Flapper W ife,” a story of love and jealousy, about people “The Flapper Wife” runs seré lolly in The Evening Sentinel no minus WHO NeawALK. coNN. 7 a First Installment , It was the last night of Gloria's rihood. Tomorrow would be her wedding “x i7! ;‘ She stood looking down at the olto satin dross spread out on her It had been worn by two other ides . . . her grandmother and or .her own mother. But I certainly don't intend to vs the kind of life they had-” orig. shook her bobbed head at m white walls of her room. . . . Her dead grandmother. ose work-worn hands had raised children! Ten children! shuddered. l'Not for me!" she said aloud, ot if 1 know myself!" . _ e e e 90! course. Dick might want chil- .ren. He probably would. Most on did want them. Why not, since zey had none of the bother and Think of it . . . .1: tin of havins them? ‘7 "w" 'w'ii‘ '1”. W” They could go on living their lives bile the wives lost sleep and fresh- .‘ree caring for the children. i'i'hoy could rush about. doing as my pleased. For their women rere safe at home. chained to in. “al.0- e e a 3N0. she was not going to have bios! Not even one! ' So that was that! ‘ O t 0 'Then Gloria's thoughts flow down- airs to the sitting room. She knew mother was there in the old or. mending stockings. She was ways mending. And still the ' kot was always full. It held a endless job. Poor Mother! How hard she 'orkedl ) There was nothing for her but )osisework end has family. you liter year. to gods. whet a life! i. . . . A women was either asleve a a doll. list if she wee a sieve. it we: own fun. And that's all there tuit. moria had made up her mind that e was through with hard work. leatwesk when she had said rah-smut" i i . job in Washington street. 1 I O . Gloria lifted the old , wedding dress from the bed. and put it on a clothes hanger in the closet. But the silk was heavy and the dress slid off in a heap on the floor. “Mother!" Gloria called down stairs. “Will you come up hogs right away? I want you to help me with this tricky dress. It keeps falling cm the hangar." ' Gloria Gordon's mother was a small brown wren of a women. All her life she had "babied" her beau- tiful daughter. Now she hung the dress neatly in the closet. Then she turned down Gloria's bed, and put a. hot water bottle" between the sheets. "Dear mo. Glory." she fretted. "I don'tknow how you've ever going to get along without me totake care of you. when . you're married and gone!" “Don't you worry about me," the girl answered. “I'll be taken care of all right. That's what I meant to- day when I told you I didn't want to - ' learn anything about housework. You sdo. if I don't know how to do it. Dick will have to hire a maid for me right from the start." She set her lovely mouth nrm red line. “' "I had different ideas when I was a bride." Mrs. Gordon said quietlm "I thought a woman ought to help her husband." “I know you did. Your idea of married life was to take care of your husband. Mine is that he is to take care of me!" Gloria shrillod. “Where you ran a chrpet sweepor I'm going to run an automobile! “I’ve made up my mind that I'm going to be Dick's sweetheart . . . not hie housekeeper . I'm going to stay in bed every day until noon, and keep my looks and my hus- band!" ina . 0 She crossed the room to her dress. ing table. She leaned forward and studied her face in the mirror. She knew that she was beautiful. She had red-gold hair and dark eyes and lashes. Her skin was smooth and white as a wdenla. And the forces that had modeled her fee. lures had made the. class and Ilse. But behind this sweet and women- ly mask. she was wildly discontent- ed and eager for life. And Life-— with a capital L—wss beginning to- morrow with her wedding day. Tomorrow she would burst forth like a butterfly from its cocoon. and fly away. Away from this shabby house. and the alarm clock that had wrenched her from sleep at seven every morning for the last two years. Away from the necessity of working six days a week as typist for a real estate firm in Washington street. And mixed up with Gloria’s love for Dick Gregory was an enormous gratitude toward him for taking her away from all this to a life of ease with him. At least. Gloria intended that it should be case . . . and luxury, too. She was tired of penny-pinch- ing and hard work. Dead tired. A Job and a business career were all very well in their way for girls who weren't beyltiiul and desirable . girls whom men didn't want. But with a face like hers . . . l Then she timed out the lights above the dressing table. She climbed into bed. pulled the covers around her shoulders, and sleepily kissed her mother good night. oee Two hours later she sat up in bed wide awake. with the feeling that someone had called her. She listened. No sound in the darkened house. ' ' Then suddenly she heard a low "lob White" whistle out of doors. Dick! She swung her feet over the side of the bed. and flew to the window. There he stood down on the moonlit lawn. She heard him laugh as she threw up the window. "it'- our wedding day." he said. "Ten minutes after twelve? pr's my bride?" "Oh. Dick. howlwicked of you!" Gloria said. exasperated. "Don't yet know it's bad look to see new bride on your wedding day before the preacher makes her yours? And be- sidos. what will the neighbors think If the! see your" , "OI- m the W m won't be your neighbors after tomor- row. anyway." Dick replied in a stage whisper. "Look here. 1 went to kiss -you. . . . I've been thinking about you all evening during that doggoned bachelor dinner . . ." With a bang. Gloria shut the with dew, and went back to bed. She lay there waiting-for the sound at Dick's departing roadster. But there was no sound anywhere except the lonesome shriek of a train in the distance. , At last she got up and looked out of the window. Dick hadn't moved. He was still waiting for his kiss. Gloria opened the window. "Why in the world don't you go home?" she asked crossly. ‘ Dick didn't answer at once. He stood twirling his hat in his hands. “Oh. have a heart. Glory.” he said finally. "Come on down to the front door for Just a minute. . . . I must kiss you, dear! Think. it's our wed- ding day." Gloria hesitated. After all. where was the harm in one little kiss in the dead of night? In another twelve hours they would be men and wife. “All right. I'll be right down." she. Whispered. She put on her bathrobo and thrust hér bare feet into slippers. She tlploed out into the hall. Halfway down the stairs she paused. This was not the thing to do- She was making herself cheap “easy." The way to hold a men 7'8! 'to keep him guessing» To him ‘Mlfl so seldom that love-making would never lose its tang and flavor. e ... A man was a born hunter. .110 loved the chase. As soon as he got what he wanted he was 01 at top speed for something else. for solo!- body elsol Well. she would keep Dick run- eing' after her! She would never go to him as she was going now! Never! 0 0 O Sheturaedandreabaoktoher room. . - "Dick!" she called softly from the window. He came out from the shadow or the porch. «mug. I‘m not wrong Iowa." nmwenmmnmy W 5 l Four Installments of A STORY ABOUT NORWALK FOLKS Read It Serially in The EVening Sentinel we Are Reprinting 111 Today’ s Paper The First THE FLAPPER WIFE At .The Request of Many Readers Who Had Missed Starting The Story On -Wednesday THE FIRST FOUR CHAPTERS OF “THE F LAPPER WIFE” ARE REPRINTED HERE - IF YOU WISH TO CONTINUE THIS SERIAL PLACE YOUR ORDER FOR A COPY OF THE EVENING SENTINEL THROUGH YOUR NEWSDEALER AT ONCE Every READ IT -.- ENJOY IT -— IN EVENING _ SENTINEL Day .I must kiss you. d day." “Darlin. . “You shouldn’t ear! Think, it's our wedding 1' m not coming down." she said softly. one asked me to do such a horrid thine." be right. You shouldn‘t have asked me to do such a horrid thingl". Without answering. Dick crossed the lawn and started his car. Gloria lay in‘ bed listening to tire sound of it. She heard it for a long time. ‘and she knew that Dick had not gone home. but farther out on West avenue. to take one last look at the house he had built for her. 0 O U What a boy he was! At twenty. she was more worldly wise than Dick. in spite of his thirty years and his reputation as a lawyer. Xe wes‘lihe wax in her hands. She' could make him utterly miser- able by 'refuslng him a kiss. lAnd when she was tender he would will. ingly go through tire and water for her? He said so. . . . . When she did kiss him. she was never thrilled by it. What es- clted her was the power that his! gave hireve'rhiml H“ Yes. Dick was mad about her. 10 would give h‘er anythidg she asked for. And she was ‘ndt (6h! ‘0 N slow in asking for the 'W “I. wasted t . . leisure.i love and lur- unr But show all. luxuryn ‘- e e Gloria's fiM-fllbdglit til. nest N Her second was "This is the la’st morning I shall have to wake up in this dingy old room. their good- nose!" She hated everything in it. from the battered brass bed to the imita- tion ivory toilet sot. By tomorrow morning she would be the wife of a men who could buy her wonderful things . . . a toilet set of silver. perfumes. lacy hand- kerchiefe. chiffon stockings too thin ever to be mended! ( She had made up her mind that her honeymoon would be a shopping trip, too. With Dick to pay the bills: . \ "Sweetheart." Dick had said. "let's honeymoon in some quiet place where we can be alone." But she had laughed him to scorn. "Don't you know you can be lone- lier in a big city than anywnere else in the world. silly?" she had asked. “Ive decided on Montreal; it's mantle. but it’s full of ,loveiy shop‘s1y and restaurants. And we shell stop etthe nits...andbeverim8rt end mull" ‘ Dick had laughed. And she mm her way ' do when a certain train roiled ; .m. . hero-i the country that November“ night. Mr. and this: ‘itichard Greé gory were" on 'it. Their drawing Ill’wbl pm with 'bridef $08.. ‘Gloria’e elbows. holding her away mus-use e‘zils- innit-WW little Gloryl All mine at last!" Dick murmured. His arms hold her close. His eager lips pressed down hungrl- ly upon here that were so smooth and cool. Second-I—n-Stalhnent Her honeymoon was the most wonderful time of Gloria's life. She slept the mornings away. and broakfasted elegantly at noon. In the afternoons she and Dick hired a flacre to take them far up the steep road to Mount Royal or out into the country. They ate in quaint little French restaurants. And Gloria shopped! She bought beads and earrings and more than a dozen bottles of French perfume, while Dick stayed in the hotel reading. Gloria had never known anyone who read so much as he. “For a rising young lawyer. you're quite a high-brow. it seems to me." she said one morning. , She. was lying back in a long chair while the hotel hairLdreessr marcelled her reddish gold hair. She laughed almost scornfully. Dick made no answer. He sat down and picked up a. book. only to put it down. He tilled his pipe and laid it unlighted on the dress- or. "Come here. restless soul. 1 want to talk to you." Gloria hold out to him a slim hand. "Do you know. it's awfully cold out doors? I nearly froze yesterday. I need a cost. I'd like a fur one. I've been looking at one in that little shop down the street. . ." Her voice trailed otf. The hair- dresser had finished her work and was putting her iron and brushes away in a little black bag. Glory paid her. 0 C O The moment the door had closed behind her. Dick came across the room. He put his hands under from him. "Look here. please don't have people hanging around here all the time.” he said. "Eou're beautiful enough without having you'r heir curled every time the wind blowe. i want you alone. all to myself. . ." With sudden passion he pulled her to him. and kissed her eyelids. her mouth. the little hollow of her throat. "Wonderful Beautiful" he said. His voice was choked and queer. Gloria could feel the beating of his heart against her own. and the quiv- oring of his hands. With one of her on she pushed him away from her. She smoothed down her rudled hair. "Do you think you can afford the coat? It's four hundred dollars. . . the one I want. deer." she said cool- ly"1t's a Jacket of liborien s'ouir- rel.‘ She laced her angors at the back of his neck. cod held her face up to "day, you'll act it for no." she thout e' wor'd Dick nodded and turn mam Hopi picked up his pipe “I’m' 'golng down to the. men's lavage for e while." he said shortly you at. the elle'yetgrat= hub! ra- e mono; far lunch. Shall we?" . - 0 0 0 And so it happened that the new Mrs. Richard Gregory came home from her honeymoon wearing a costly fur coat. fragrant with scent. They went to dinner that first night with Dick's father and moth- er in the old homestead on Flux Hill road. “Rely-poly pudding!" said Dick when Maggie, the maid. brought in the dessert. "I'll bet mother made it Just for me." “She certainly did." answered old Mr Gregory. Mrs. Gregory beamed at Gloria. “Dick sometimes has nervous ill- digestlon. as you probably know. my dear. " she said in her rich con- trelto voice. "and when he has an attack, I always cook everything for him myself. . . very carefully. “You undoubtedly will .too.” “I can't cook " Gloria said in a very small voice. “I can't cook at ‘1] ll . Mother Gregory frowned. her wide brow cleared "You will learn." she smiled com- fortably. “You will learn." Then And Gloria. smiled back with her . . ripe lips. But there was no smile in her amber eyes. They were like 5 pools of water that no sunlight has warmed. O O O . . . She would never learn to cook! She would never be a how- ' hold drudgo. her hands shriveled with washing dishes. Her nails broken. Her dresses emudged with pastry dour. . . . If Dick's mother thought this was the kind of girl her son had married. she was lolly well mistaken! Gloria widened her eyes. turned to Mother Gregory. "By the way. l’ll need a cook right away." she said sweetly. “I wonder if Maggie would know of anyone who wants a place. if Dick has a week stomach. my odorts at cooking would kill him. most like- ly." ‘ After dinner she and Dick walked home to the new house. it was white with green shutters. and it nestled among the evergreens that surrounded it. Everything in it was fresh and new. Dick and she had spent happy months buying the fur- niture for it. "I say Glory. I wonder if we can afford a cook." Dick began the dret of what Gloria later called his “economy sermons." ‘ ' O I They had Just come into the little house. Glory switched on the.lights and sighed with Joy. The house with its Chinese rugs and‘yellow silk curtains was a dream. A dream come true! ”Afford a cook? Why. of course. we can alford a cook?" she sold.- It wca abmrd that a successful lawyer couldn't adord s cook for his wife! “no hit so sure." Dick said. no . set choir begs on the tide:- and dropped idto a chair. “ton see. dearest” 'he' went 68.7 ‘the furniture isn't quite paid hr. And our honeymoon sent a thew send dollars to the four Hilda iodine or sooner; , ; She
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