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ROSE STANTON ALDRICH MEETS A FAMOUS ACTRESS AND HEARS SOME PUZZLING STATEMENTS ABOUT THE RELATIONS OF HUSBANDS AND WIVES SYNOPSIS--Rosfe Stnfiton, student the University of Chicago, is put off a street car in the rain after an argument with the conduc­ tor. She is accosted by a young man who offers help and escorts her home. An hour later, this- man, Rodney Aidrich, well-jto-do lawyer, appears at the home of his sister, tho wealthy Mrs. Whitney, to at­ tend a birthday dinner in his honor. Mrs. Whitney suggests that it's about time Rodney looked around for a wife. He laughs at her, but two months later he marries Rose Stanton. - ' IF' CHAPTER IV--Continued. She~ refused to hear a word more in those circumstances. "I'm coming straight down," she said, "and we 11 go somewhere for lunch. Don't you real­ ize that we can't talk al^it it like this? Of course ypu wouldn't, but it s go " Over the lunch-table she got as de­ tailed an account of the affair as Rod­ ney, in his somnambulistic condition, was able to give her, and she passed It on to Martin that evening as they drove across to the North side for dinner. "Well, that all sounds exactly like Rodney," he commented.1 "I hope you'll like the girl!" "That Isn't what I hope." said Fred- erica. "At least it isn't what I'm most cont^rned about. I hope I can make her like me. Roddy's the only brother I've got in the world, and I'm not go­ ing to lose hira If I can help it. That's what will happen If she doesn't like me." As It happened, though, she forgot all about her resolution almost with her first look at Rose. Rodney's at­ tempts at description of her had been well-meaning; but what he had pre­ pared his sister for, unconsciously of course, In his emphasis on one or two phases of their first acquaintance, had been a sort of slatternly Amazon. But the effect of this was, really, very happy; because when a perfectly pre­ sent ably clad, well-bred, admirably poised young girl came into the room and greeted her neither shyly nor eagerly, nor with any affectation of ease, a girl who didn't try to pretend It wasn't a critical moment for her, but was game enough to meet it with- "out any evidences of panic--when Frederica realized that this was the Rose whom Rodney had been telling her about, she fell in lqve with her on the spot. Amazingly, a* she watched the girl and heard her talk, she found she was considering, not Rose's availability as a wife for Rodney, but Rodney's as a husband for her. It was this, perhaps, that led her to say, at the end of her leave-taking: "Roddy has been such a wonderful brother, always, to me, that I suspect you'll find him, some­ times, being a brother to you. Don't let it hurt you if that happens!" 4 * 1* CHAPTER V. - rf ? The Princess Cinderella. When the society editor of "Ame­ rica's foremost newspaper," as in its trade-mark It proclaims itself to be, announced that the Rodney Aldriches had taken the Allison McCraes' house, furnished, for a year, beginning in October, she spoke of it as an ideal arrangement As everybody knew, it was an ideal house for a young married couple, and it was equally evident that the Rodney Aldriches were an ideal couple for It In the sense that it left nothing to further realization, it was an Ideal hoyse; an old house In the Chicago sense, built over Into something very much older still---Tudor, perhaps -- Jacobean, anyway. In the supplemen­ tary matters of furniture, hangings, rugs and pictures, the establishment presented the last politely spoken word In things as they ought to be. If you happened to like that sort of thing, It was precisely the sort of thing you'd like. The same sort of neat, fully ac­ quired perfection characterized the McCrae's domestic arrangements. Every other year they went WT around the world in one direction of another, and rented their house, furnished, for exactly enough to pay all their ex­ penses. On the alternate years they came back and spent two years' ln- "conie living In their house. Florence McCrae was an old friend of Rodney's and it was her notion that it would be just the thing he'd want.-l Rodhey knew for himself what the I house was--complete down to the I corkscrews. And six thousand dollars a year was simply dirt cheap. I To clinch the thing, Florence went ' around and saw Frederica about it. And Frederica, after listening, non- committally, dashed off to the last meeting of the Thursday club (all this happened In .June, just before the wedding )and talked the matter over with Violet Williamson op the way liome. afterward. ••John said once." observed Violet, "that if we had to live In that bouse, he'd either go out and buy a plush Morris-chair from feather-your-nest Saltzmnn's, and a golden-oak side­ board, or else run amuck." Frederica grinned, but was sure it wouldn't affect Rodney that way*. As for Rose, she thought Hose wouUi like it--for a while, anyway. But this wasn't the point. "I'm so--foolish I haven't---well, caught being mad about Rose from him. It all depends, you see, on whether Rose is. going to be a hit this winter or not. If she doesn't--go (and it all depends on her; Rodney won't be much help), why, hav­ ing a house like that might be pretty sad. SV>, if you're a true friend, you'll tell me what you think." "What I really think," said Violet-- "of course I suppose I'd say this any­ way, but I do honestly mean it--is that she'll be what John calls a 'knock-out.' She's so perfectly simple. She's never--don't you know--being anything. She just is. And she thinks we're all so wonderful that she'll make everybody feel warm and nice inside, and they'll be sure to like her." "She's got a real eye for clothes, too," said Frederica. "We've been shopping. Well, then, I'm going to tell Rodney to go ahead and take the house." Rose was consulted about it, of course, though consulted is perhaps not the right word to use. She was taken to see it, anyway, and asked If she liked it--a question in the nature of the superfluous. One might a« well have asked Cinderella If she liked the gown the fairy godmother had pro­ vided her with for the prince's ball. It didn't occur to her to ask how much 'the rent would be, nor would the fact have had any value for her as an Uluminant, because she would have had no Idea whether six thou­ sand dollars was a half or a hun­ dredth of her future husband's Income. The new house was just a part, as so many of the other things that had happened to her since that night when Rodney had sent her flowers and taken her to the theater and two restaurants In Murtin's biggest limousine had been parts, of a breath-arresting fairy story. The conclusion Frederica and Violet had come to about her chance for social success, was amply justified by 'the event, and it is probable that Violet had put her finger upon the main-spring of it. So It fell out that what with the Junior league, the wom­ en's auxiliary boards of one or two of the more respectable charities, the Thursday club and the Whifflers (this was the smallest and smartest organi­ zation of the lot), fifteen or twenty young women supposed to combine and reconcile social and intellectual bril­ liancy on even terms. What with all this, her days were quite as full as the evenings were, when she and Rod­ ney dined and went to the opera and paid fabulous prices to queer profes­ sionals, to keep themselves abreast of the minute In all the new dances. Portia had been quite right in say­ ing that she never had to do anything; the rallying of all her fortes under the spur of necessity was an experi­ ence she had never undergone. And it was also true that her mother, and for that matter, Portia herself, had spoiled her a lot--had run about do­ ing little things for her, come in and shut down her windows in the morning, and opened the register, and, on any sort of excuse, on a Saturday morning, for example, had brought her her breakfast on a tray. But these things had been favora, not services--never to be asked for, of course, and always to be accepted a little apologetically. She had never before known what it was really to be served. " "I haven't," Rose told Rodney one morning, "a single, blessed mortal thing to do all day." Some fixture scheduled for that morning had been moved, she went on to explain, and Eleanor Randolph was feeling seedy and had called off a little luncheon and matinee party. "Oh, that's too bad," he said with concern. "Can't you manage some­ thing . . . ?" "Too bad!" said Rose In lively dia- sent. "It's too heavenly! I've got a whole day just to enjoy being myself; being--" she reached for his hand, I and, getting it, stroked her cheek with I it "--being my new self. Portia used to think I faked pretty well. But 1 never was--don't you know?--right. So, you see. it's a real adventure Just to say--well, that I wupt the car at a quarter to eleven and to tell Otto exactly where I want him to drive me to. I always feel as if I ought to Say that If he'll just stop the car at the corner of Diversey street, I can walk." He laughed out at that and asked her haw long she thought this blissful state of things would last. "Forever," she said. But presently she looked at him rather thoughtfully. "Of course It'* none of it new to you." she said, "--not the siUy little things, nor the things we do together--oh. the dinners, and the dunces, and the operas. Do you sort of--wish I'd get tired of JtV Is it a dreadful bore to ^ou?" "So long as it doesn't bore you," he the way you do over It, ana I am where I can see you shine"--he took hold of both her hands, "so long as It's like that, you wonder," he said, "well, the dinners and the operas and nil that may be piffle, but-I shall be blind to the fact.'" .. ' • She hissed both his hands and told him contentedly (hat he was a darling. But, after a moment's silence, a little frown puckered her eyebrows and she asked him what he was so solemn about. • i Well, he had tolfl her the truth. | Hut precisely as he said It. lie felt that | lie was not the same man he had been six months ago. tfot the man who had tramped impatiently back and forth across Frederlca's drawing-room, ex­ pounding his ideals of space and lei­ sure. Not the man who despised the cluttej- of expensive junk. That man would have derided the possibility that he could ever sa,y this thing that he, still Rodney Aldrlch, had just said to Rose--and meant. And.the terrify­ ing thing wns that he hadn't resisted the change--hadn't wanted tp resist-- didn't want to now, as he sat there looking at the slumbrous glory 'of her eyes. So, when she asked him what he was looking so solemn about, he said with more truth than he pretended to himself, that it was enough to make anybody solemn to look at her. CHAPTER VI. The , First Question and Its Answer. Rose's instinctive attitude toward the group of young to middle-aged married people into which her own marriage had introduced her was founded on the ass-uiption that, allow­ ing for occasional exceptions, the huS- bands and wives felt toward each other as she and Rodney did--were held together by the same irresistible, unanalyzable attraction. Oh, there were bumps and bruises, of course! She had seen Rodney drop off now and again into a scowling ab­ straction, during which it was so evi­ dent he didn't want to talk to her, or even be reminded that she was about, that she had gone away flushed and wondering, and needing an effort to hold back the tears. These weren't frequent occurrences, though, and did not weaken her Idea that, barring tragic and disastrous types--unfaithful husbands, cold, mer­ cenary wives--which had to be ad­ mitted as existing--marriage was a state whose happy satisfactorlness could, more or less, •be taken for granted. It was something that Simone Gre* ville said which gave rise to her first misgiving that marriage was not, per­ haps--even between people who loved each other -- quite as simple as It seemed. No one has studied our lei­ sured and cultivated classes with more candor and penetration tlian this great Franco-Austrian actress. She had umple opportunities for observation, because, while she played to houses that couldn't be dressed to look more than a third full, sue was enormously in demand for luncheons, teas, dinners, suppers, Christmas bazaars, charity dances, and so on. ' Rose had met her a number of times before the incident referred to hap­ pened, but had always surveyed the lioness from afar.. She hung about, within earshot when it was possible, and watched, leaving the active duties of entertain­ ment to heavily cultured illuminatl like the Howard Wests, or to clever creatures like Hermlone Woodruff and Frederica, and Constance Crawford, whose French was good enough to fill in the interstices in Madame Grevllle's English. She wns standing about like that at a tea one afternoon, when she heard the actress make the remark that American women seemed to her to be an exception to what she had always supposed to be the general law of sex attraction. , It was taken, by the rather tense little circle gathered around her, as a compliment; exactly as, no doubt. •bout *» JUwJney, that I crtu't be sure | smd; "so long as you go on--sblning r T . "'ST'- Isi-f *:V„f V V tJ, fffaa&'ils* 4% ou go on - i#.> "I've Got a Whole Day Just to Enjoy Being Myself." drevllle Intended It to be taken. But her look flashed out beyond the con­ fines of the circle and encountered a pair of big, luminous eyes, under brows that had a perplexed pucker In them. Whereupon she laughed straight into Rose's face and said, lifting her head a little, but not her voice: "Come here, my child, and tell me who you are and why you were looking at me like that.' Rose flushed, smiled that Irresistible wide smile of hers, and came, not frightened a blt» nor, exactly, em­ barrassed; certainly not into pretend­ ing she was not surprised, and a little breathlessly at a loss what.to say. "I'm Rose Aktrich." She didn't, tn words, say, "I'm Just Rose Aidrich." cause I was wishing I knew exactly what you meant by what you said." Orovflle's eyes, somehotf, concen­ trated and intensified their gaze upon Ae. flushed young face--took, a sort Of plunge, so It seemed to Rose, to ,thp pry. depths^ Iter ovpy t It was ,an electrifying thing to have happen "to you. '• "'" "Mon Dieu!" she said. "J'ai grande envie de vous le dire." She hesitated the fraction of a moment, glanced at a tiny watch set in a ring upon the middle finger of her right hand, took Rose by the arm as if to keep her from getting away«*nd turned to her hostess. < "You must forgive me," she said, "if I make my farewells a little soon. I am under orders to have some air each day before I go to the theater and if it is to be done at all today, it must be now. I am sorry. I have had a v^ry pleasant afternoon. "Make your farewells also, my child," she concluded, turning tocher prisoner, "because you are going with ine." No sooner were they seated iu the actress* car and headed north along the drive, than* instead of answering Hose's question, the -actress repeated one of her own. r "I ask you who you are, and you say your name--Rose something. But that tells trie nothing. Who er^ ypu-r*- one of them?" , ; "v "No, not exactly," siild Rose. "Only by accident. The man I married is ---one of theiu, in a way, I mean, be­ cause of his family and all that. And so they take me in." "So "you are- married," said the Frenchwoman. "But not since long?" "Six months," said Rose. " She said it so wi'tli the air of regard­ ing it as a very considerable period of time, that Greville laughed. "But tell me about him, then, this husband of yours. I saw him perhaps at the tea this afternoon?" , Rose laughed. "No, he draws the line at teas," she said. "He says that from seven o'clock on, until as late as I like, he's--game, you know--will­ ing to do whatever I like. But until seven, there are no--well, he says, siren songs for him." "Tell me--you will forgive the In­ discretion of a stranger?--how has it arrived that you married him? Was it one of your American romances?" "It didn't seem very romantic," said Rose. "We just happened to get ac­ quainted, and we knew almost straight off that we wanted to marry each other, so we did, and--It came out very well." "It 'came out'?" questioned the actress. * "Yes," said Rose. "Ended happily, ypu know." "Ended!" Madame Greville echoed. Then she laughed. Rose flushed and smiled at herself. "Of course, I don't mean that," she admitted, "and I suppose six months Isn't so very long. Still you could find out quite a good deal-- 1" "What is his affair?" The actress preferred asking another question, it seemed, to committing herself to an answer to Rose's unspoken one. "Is he one of your--what you call, tired business men?" "He's never tired," said Rose, "and he isn't a business man. He's a law­ yer--a rather special kind of lawyer. He has other lawyers, mostly, for his clients. He's awfully enthusiastic abput it. He says it's the finest pro­ fession in the world, if you don't let yourself get dragged down into the stupid routine of it. It certainly sounds thrilling when he tells, about It." The actress looked round at her. "So," she said, "ypu follow his work us he follows your play? He talks seriously to you about his affairs?" "Why, yes," said Rose, "we have Wonderful talks." Then she hesitated. "At least we used to have. There hasn't seemed to be much-- time, lately. I suppose that's It." "One. question more," said the Frenchwoman, "and not an Idle one-- you will believe that? Alors! You love your husband. No need to ask that. But what do you mean by love? Something vital and strong and essen­ tial--the meeting thought with thought, need with need, desire with desire?" ^ "Yes," said Rose after a little silence, "that's what I meaiC" There was another silence, while the Frenchwoman gazed contemplatively out of the open window of the limou­ sine. Then Rose said: "But you are go­ ing to tell me what you meant about --American women." Madame Greville took, her time about answering. "They are an enig­ ma to me," she said. "I confess It. I haven't ever seen such women any­ where as these upper-class Americans. They are beautiful, clever; they know how to dress. For the first hour, or day, or week, of an acquaintance, they have a charm quite incomparable. And, up to a certain point, they ex­ ercise It. Your jeunes fllles are amaz­ ing. All over the world, men go niad_ about them. But when they marry . . ." She-finished the sentence with a ghost of a shrug, and turned to Rose. "Can you aceount for them? Were you wondering at them, too, with those great eyes of yours? Alors! Are we puzzled by the same thing? What Is It, to you, they lack?" Rose stirred a little uneasily. "I don't know," she said, "except that some of them seem a little dissatisfied and restless, as If--well, as If they wanted something they haven't got."' "But do they truly want It?" Ma­ dame Greville demanded. "I am willing to be convinced; but myself, I find, of your women of the aristocrat class, the type most characteristic Is" --she paused and said the thing first to herself in French, then translated-- "Is a passive epicure in sensations-- sensations mostly mental, irritating or soothing--a pleasant variety. She waits tp be made to feel; she per­ petually--tastes. They give a stranger like me the Impression of being per­ fectly frigid, perfectly passionless. And so, as ypu say, of missing the great thing altogether. A few of your women are great, but not as women, and of second-rate men in petticoats you have a vast number. But a wom- "Oh. I wish," cried Rose, "that knew what you meant by that!" "Why, regard now/' said the actress. "In every capital of Europe (arid I know them all), wherever you find great affairs--matters of state, diplo­ macy, politics--you find the influence of women in them -- women of the great world sometimes, sometimes of the half-world . They may not be beautiful--I have seen a faded woman of fifty, of no family or wealth, whose salon attracted ministers of state; they haven't the education nor the lib­ erties that your women enjoy, and, in the mas*, they are not regarded--how do you a/y?--chivalrously. Yet there they are I "And why? Because they are capa­ ble of great passions, great desires. They are willing to take the art of womanhood seriously, make innumer­ able sacrifices for it, as one must for any art, In order to triumph In It." Rose thought this over rather du­ biously. It was a new notion to her-- Your Farewells Child." or almost new. "But suppose," she objected, "one doesn't want to tri­ umph at it? Suppose one wants to be a--person, rather than just a woman?" "There are other careers Indeed," Madame Greville admitted, "and one can follow them In the same spirit-- make the sacrifices -- pay the price they demand. Mon- Dleu! How I have preached. Now you shall talk to me. It was for that I took you captive and ran away with you." After her talk with the act­ ress, Rose begins to understand more why It is that married folks don't always get along very well together. An inter­ esting problem is unfolded In the next installment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) WORLD OWES MUCH TO WATT The FLAVOR LASTS WRIGLEYS If pleasure made price Its cost would be thrice. 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