"”arighttobe
and to se-
seek to win her
er in marriage.
For she is the senior
er in this business
marriage. The‘hus-
is the junior part-
are the views of Beatrice
author of the serial, May
(Footloose), w h i c h
l on this page today.
achieved remarkable suc-
‘tin her serial, The Flapper
3 the last chapter of which
Vlbe published tomorrow in
Evening Sentinel. So num-
were the demands for a
_ that the new serial is thg
views of lovelsnd mar-
' which may be considered
by some .as
is in Tennessee, are
in-the new series by
, the central figure.
’5 no use trying to
”’ says the au-
ontan shouldn’t be ex-
‘ to sit back like the
er at the danceand
I “in marriage the hand
man who happens to
If along.
S s the woman who
love possible. Love
greatest thing in her
Love is her business.’
h e modern business
uses every ingenious
at his command to
his business Why
.the world 8881..
. g;
‘3 when a woman uses
policy in seeking
she loves 7’?
One wet and who
“MW. 9103 own
his boost; on his we!
He turned out the the hell
and stood. for a moment lietenlnl to
the staccato innate oi the rain
against the windows. It was then
that he noticed something odd about
the paiie of glass in the front door.
There was a shadow on it. against
the lightfro the street lamp out»
side. The s adow moved and then
stood still. It showed clearly the
slim outlines of a woman. ‘
There came a light tapping on the
pane. As Dick wont toward the
door. the tapping became louder.
faster—e. nervous appeal.
He opened the door. and the lamb-
light showed him the veiled face or
the woman who stood there.
"May!" he said. "It's May" Sey—
mour! Isn't it?" 3
With only a little throaty laugh
for answer. May Seymour stepped
into the warm darkness of the hull.
As Dick switched on the lights she
threw back the aoddon veil from the
patter of her face.
"Yes it's the return of the prodls
col May!" she remarked iiippautly.
"but kill me no fatted calf. Dick.
I'Ve come to see you on business.
that’s all.” .
She stopped and looked around
her. "Where's Glory?" she asked.
“Upstairs, giving the baby his 10
o'clock battle." the man answered.
"l'll run up and bring her down
"A baby!" The nervous laugh
shook in May's throat once more.
and turned into a cough. 3'! hope
l'm not catching cold. . . .I’ns soaked
to the skin!"
Dick put his hand on her arm
and led her into the living room.*
He drew up a chair for her near'lhc
wood tire that glowed in the grain.
May peeled off her wet silk cool.
and the long gloves that store plos~‘
tired to her arms. She held her
drenched hat in her hands and
looked down at it ruefully.
From upstairs came a, little, wail--
lng cry. and the sound of a closing
door.
"A baby!" May said again. “i can't
imagine Glory with a baby!"
"Wait until you see. her. . . ."
May turned her face toward the
door as there came a sound of light
stops on the stairs and Gloria Greg-
ory walked into the room.
So far as May could see. Gloria
was the same Gloria she had al-
ways been. except for; new look -in
her eyes. "I'here who a tenderness
in them. . . .a. softness that had not
been there a year ago. The look of
fulfillment that is only in the eyes
or mothers!
It deepened in them. as she saw
the woman who not holding out her
slender hands to the are.
"Why. May! May Seymour!" she
cried. and put hei- arms around her.
“Where in the world did you drop
from?"
May shrugged her shoulders.
“From overywhere-anyn-here.” she
said. stonlly. “i haven’t any special
place to drop from these days. . . .”
Gloria looked down at her sharp-
ly. taking in the wet rings ofihair on
her forehead. the look of strain
around her eyes. the weary droop
of her painted mouth
The year since May Seymour had
' left town following the suicide of
her husband had put its stamp on
her face once so charming in its
gayety and impudence. It was thin;
nor—older.
“You're soaking. aopping. sizzling
wet!" Gloria. cried, "I don't know
where you came from. but this I do
know-crown not going out into
this storm again tonight! You‘re
going to stay. here with us."
She turned to her tail husband
who stood. silent, in the doorway of
the flreltt room. .
"You go and make some of your
famous cones." Dick." she ordered
briskly. "and I'll get some dry
things for her to put on "
May sent: back and closed her
eyes. "No. no." she protested.
"Please don't bother about me. I'm
going right back. to the hot.el—"
But Gloria had gone. May could
hear her moving lightly around up-
stairs. she could hear the sound of
running water in the kitchen where
Dick was .‘making his coffee.
She drowsed
When she opened her eyes again
he was back in the room.
"You said you’d come to see me
on business." he said. propping his
long body against the chimney piece.
His eyes questioned her.
"I did-—come to see you as my
lawyer." May Seymoua answered. “I
want to sell out. I’m going to sell
everything I have that ties me to
Norwalk. I've been away from here
for more than a. year now And if I
can manage it. I'll stay away for
the rest of my life. I hate the town
and I hate the people in itl. ..."
Her voice. shrill and bitter. atop-
ped as Gloria came downstairs. She
knelt down before May and drew
the drenched satin slippers from her
feet—pulled off the thin chiffon
stockings.
“Take these into the kitchen and
put them under the water heater."
she said. handing them to Dick. "In
that coffee ready?"
When he came back with the cot-
fee tray the room was empty. From
upstairs he could hear the low mur-
mur of the two Women's voices.
"May 'saylng her soul' to Glory. I
suppose. Telling her all her trou-
bles." he remarked to himself.
"They've doubtless forgotten all .
about this stuffs-W And be carried
the coffee hack. to the kitchen.
0
Upstairs in the guest room under
the um- eel-II. III' I“
was not “saying her soul” to the only 3
friend she had on earth. lnsiond. 3’ my
she was asking her a question:
marry that little flapper child?"
a. new baby."
Maya eyes studied the loxedmots
moment.
"He doesn't deserve to be hnppy.‘
she said suddenly. “When I think
of how he made love to me for
years. and then when I was tron, Yo
marry him ....! Oh. I cant inlkl
about it!"
“Jim was just a coward." Gloria
said gently. "it Dr. John had been
killed in his automobile or had died
of appendiciia. Jim would have nun--
ried you willingly, I know. What
he couldn't stand was the disgrace
and the scandal after Dr. John shot
himself. . . ."
"But I had to stand them!" May
broke in furiously. "I had to face
them all alone....l'll always have:
to face them!"
She pounded the bed clothes in
her (“We
Gloria learned over and laid her
hand over one of May's clenched
fists.
“No. you won't" she said. "Time
will take care of that. People forget
thinga after a while. There are at.
waya new scandals to crowd the old
ones on u”t.
May laughed bitterly.
"There was a. man down at Old
Point Comfort last winter." she said
after a pause. “ a nice man-middle-
aged, well to do, quiet—you know
the type. And we become great
frienda. After a. while I told him
all about myself. I hold him every-
thing—all about my silly affair with
Jim. and about my husband com-
mitting suicide. 1 even told him
about the talk there had been-llie
rotten gossip."
She stopped for a moment. and
then went on breathlessly.
“And. ..do you know. he was
going to marry me anyway! He
said he was sorry for me. And I
was so happy. thinking that at last
I'd have someone to look after me
. . . .bo decent to me.
"Well. things were going along
beautifully." she wont on. "and then
our old friend. Myra Gail. happened
to come down there for a rest.
It turned out that she d known him
met him on shipboard once And
after she’d had one or two talks
with him. he packed up and ten
without even saying goodby to me!
. . . .Sent me a letter a few days
later. full of polite nothlnélll"
"Oh. well." Gloria comforted her.
"his love won 't worth much. or he
wouldn't have taken the‘ thing that
way. You're really better off with-
out him." '
"Yes, but that‘s not the point."
May answered. Q’I’he point is that
that's the thing that w‘ill keen hap-
pening to me over and over. No
I’ve made up any mind to sell out
and h “ my {money arid go to
Mill SEYMOUQ,
.. _ l. ‘ , .
Here are the leading characters in The Sentincl’s new serial, May Seymour trootloose).
"Brit I didn‘t want Dick
to hear you mention
. ' His very nettle
around this house." ‘
\(nys slaia- colored eyes widened
Europa lillil in slur : ‘
1 run. no in lllm'vh like
‘ i'urlu rind Ilwunillo.
"What's become of Jim? Jimlnohody knows unyihim:
Carewc? she said. "Did he M't‘l'.’
sleep nights any
more. anyway " .
As Gloria started do“ nstnira May
'Did sou ever heap
of a man in this town named Ulysses
X. Portrait?" she asked. 3
geezer who's in the real estate bush
culled to her.
. .,-\(~ryl'tody'u it
And with the money
Gloria nodded. "Yes. and! hrur'tmm till my stocks um! bonds and
they’re 'very happy." she answered things that John ion um. i ought, to
as naturally no possible. "They have. l up rather n
' lieu come 9" she asked slangily.
"tins he a crush on you. and is the
Honorable Dick Jealous of him?" .
“Of course. not"
she said. "but last year. you remem-
ber, Dick and I separated. and I
went back to work.
work 1 was secretary to this Fox-gnu
man. and it hurt Dick’s pride that
his wife should be “writing.
uc patched up our quarrel . ..
we nmer speak of it. or of Ulysses
7m» . y Widow, Gloria‘resnppoarcd in the doorway
Gloria colored.
There was a look of warning in
her white-lidded eyes. and she. told
a finger on her lips.
tiloriu shook hm
and garlands 0“ “1° “all paper for a lo hrar you talk that um
“I‘ m sum 3\'o‘l' in going ”about For one whole
this tiling the wrong way.
'xou ought to do is to come back '
there to Norwnlk mlt‘i liw.» the whole
1'“ ht- hi 3.0m"
mice was suddenly roger.
“Not on )our hpwtlckt
enough of this old town to last me
the rest of my life!" May answered.
tnat t:oil‘eo?. . . .
it won't. keep me,
" Oh. I forgot about
waiting the baby. Forgive the for
shrieking that way, won’t you ’1'" and
Then Giotto canto closer to the.
bed where her friend lay with her
arms lclasped behind her dark. sleek
shouldn‘t you tall!
Everybody has Fem!"
i'd love some.
’ were put her'head onone
. like a. wise mother bird. 3
“Well," she said slowly. “I
pose it's natural for us to toilet
horrid things wove lived
isn‘t it? Lut- Just as you want
get away from this town and forget
it because you were unhappy
here . . . .3"
A. second later she wished. she
left that sentence unsold. For
eyes filled with team that ‘
slowly down her face. She made
more to wipe them awkyr'lult lay
staring at the gay wall paper beside
the bed. as it it held the record of
her: past.
When Gloria came upstairs ten
minutes later with the belated cot-
fee. my bad dropped'ofl
There were ahln’y .str on
face the bowed where the
had co
“Where am I" was Ida: Bey.
‘ mour‘s first thought the next morn-
ing. And then. with' warmth grow
in: in her heart. she remembered
For the first time in months and
months she was walling in the home
of friends instead of in show
3 packed with indifferent (strangers.n
Her voice was cheerful and welcom-
-ingaeaheheardallghttap3onthe
panels of her door.
”Come in!”- she called. ’-, '
The door swung ”all. li'id Gloria
came in holding a small white bun-
dle. in her urns.
"Weill" lday’a tonawes wasfltppant.
"I certainly never expected to be
treated to this slat—you with a
child of your own!"
Gloria. smiled mysteriously. as she
laid the small bundle on the pillow-
beside May.
The tiny babyvfaeo that looked
at her was so like Dick Oregon's
as to be almost funny-aha same
serious eyes and cleft chin. the firm
mouth. ‘
“Why. you cute man-child!" May
laughed. ‘ "If you .aren't Just like
your daddy!” «Let ma hold him.
l_ Glory?" '
- "We-ell. for just a Mound than.
Be careful. don' it drop him." Gloria
answered. laylntg her preciou- eon
nhday’e arms. 3"Now. I've got to '
take him back to the done. It's
him bath time....Dick wants to
see you before he goes to the of-
fine."
“All right. I'm getting up right
away. ”may mastered. swingingb er-
self over the side of the bed. with
the quick grace of a tiger-caster .
By the time she was tire-ed.»
appottaing odor of toast. bacon and
coffee filled the little. sunny house.
From the lower floor came the faint
sound of a. hollow African voice
singing the "Wabash Blues.”
0n the slit of her open window
was a bowl of salvia. There we
magealnee on the table. snapshots
stuck in the mirror of the are-er.
brlxht cushions‘ on the wide. friendly
window-seat.
‘All tapas" differnet it. who
{rent drawn. ,
woman!
a-eee W‘ ‘0 m ”1*
about throat" ‘ 3
a3.Again Ma! iluslted.‘ .-
a3 hard
3o": Wished: a... heap
that as the last the Graeme 3 .
‘ about May's house for a good inany ‘ ‘
the. .
" 3eee“
Ulysses x. Forgan eat in we office“ .»
hill! noon of that battle day, look ‘
the Visiting card- he held in . ’
hand. 3 .
*Mrs. May Lucas Beyntour)” e.
read aloud to the office boy who}-
stood eta ntlon beside bun. What”
must be e widow of Dr. lemmas. '
aeoe I.“ Binds. mt mm b.” ”no: ‘
Beymour’o widow. may on! 33110ku ‘
a pretty high dyer. Bring liar in.
09193". the doc on it do you go
on .. 33 .V.
chaperon‘ed thus by. a freckled of-
dcevboy. titre-est}; Forged first saw 3
May Boymour. -.~, 3 .
She did not. be admitted to hints:
but. look like a “it dyer}?- Ber -
eyes. under her blue hat. m the
dew and soft. There was no rouge?
on her cheeks3 and he couldn't tott‘ 3i
whether her lips were painted or 3
were naturally that geranium-red. f ’
W May used the most Wye lip-33y.
stick on the market. .
f'nlir. Farrah!!! she said. in a' mi.-
tle voice that Gloria Gregorv would ‘
never have recognised as. belonging.
tom“ 3 .
Bhe laid one of her bare. ringed.
hands in Ulyssee' herd brown palm.
and then threw it away very «my
and was.
“I've heard my huaband speak of
you so often." she said. "My hus-
band .... Dr. John Beyniour"
"Oh, yes." Ulysses said harshly.
looking down at the hand she had
touched. "You mean you’d heard
him speak or me in his lifetime.
den‘t you? . .. . He's been dead for
quite ‘aWhlle.hasn hasn't he?"
my didn’t answer. Bhe sank into
chair. and bent her graceful head.
When she spoke again. she did not
meet Ulys'oes31l'organs ey.es that
were like brown agate.
"I came to see you about selling
my house on West avenue." she said
"There are some people living in it
who have isao'éd it for live years.
But they like it and would like to
buy it."
-"l-luh!" Ulysses' solos was deep
and rough. "Huh! You don‘t. want
to sell that house! You want to
hang on to it! Valuea around that
part of town are going up all the
time. You can sell the let alone‘ for
three times what the whole place is
worth, five years from now."
llay rstsed her eyes for a short
but telling encounter with those of
mm x. Forgets. One hand went ..
to her breast.
“You don't understand." site at. 3 -
tered. in a. voice of piercing sweet-
ness. ‘Mr. For-gait. I want to, get.
rid of that house—now! It v. in
I! that house that my husband Jilted .=
himself. and this whole town is so
full of—of dreadful memories to me
that I m: to so ever. from it. for
good—v"
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