Wanted: A Husband

istaste as he approached the dull, brown steps leading to the massive door. All that could reasonably be done to furbish it up against the young master's return, old Connor, Jacob's inherited man, ha

is blithe spirit. A basso profondo

"I think I'll move to the club." Slow footsteps

looked after by old Connor, or forever wound his fe

ent stairs unevenly and with a

Jacob with sinful amusement. "Wonder wh

carrying, half dragging a huge clothes

mail

ith a sardonicism which was lost

s another half-b

! What'll

st, sir, it oug

! You read

, s

that sort of thing. Besides"-he cast a glance of repulsion upon the whi

ly. Of course the master was joking. Alwa

at the top, sir, marked 'Immedia

t! If I've got to begin

d comprehensively as possible, Mr Jacob Remsen had deemed it wise to cut loose from home considerations as far as feasible; but he now reflected that he had perhaps made a mistake in having no mail forwarded. Well, there was nothing for it but to make up for arrears. He took off his coat and plunged in. The "immedia

ely to the special. "Only, don't brag ab

he heading. "Connor," said he

Mr.

ssary for him to se

s,

eally as necessary as he pretends for

pointed out Connor firmly. "If he s

ley yet, and am still in good health and spirits, it can't have been vitally necessary that he see me with

en telephoning, sir

y didn't yo

about several telepho

hen you met me

telephone annoyed me, to

ectly right! Did yo

, s

doesn't a

Mr. J

y you and learn not to let it annoy me, either. That's it

ot the'phone. It'll be Mr. Bentley. I took the liberty of 'pho

your head. Let

room, shook hands warmly with Remsen, went through the usual preliminary queries as t

family pri

ngu

to be stirr

en distinguish

our cousins are threa

," observed Jacob, with an illustrative wave of the hand

s yours as long as you fulfill the

Let my amiable cousins choke the

eat-Uncle Simeon's estate.

r w

he old boy'

s he was

o. Wasn

in some particulars," ad

r inst

to claim that he was a tree-toad, and he'd climb the ance

s you say. An

Westchester County. At least, he boasted that it was

d he do

ollecting bug does with

Is tha

igh hat and a pink sash and dance around a Maypole in Central Park. As h

f the family; did they

ng spe

an, special? Co

r old maiden aunt, Miss Mel

as a

-four she eloped with the coachman. Only they couldn

Was the coachman

was a trif

ves you carry. What about t

tter line and break up happy families. Then, of course, Cousin Fred used to pull some fairly interesting stuff whe

hronique Scandaleuse. How would you like to tell all

e'em d--

o tell or go to jail. And they'll put you on, for you're their

country rather than rake up a

st of your fortune? Have you forgotten that you're required to inhabit the ho

e the family skeletons all diked out in pink sashes an

ither to stand a siege in the house or to light out and go into h

plication for a peace-and-quiet-loving young man! How did such a respectab

the old man doggedly. "If they put me in jail the rest of my lif

iminate or degrade the memory of Uncle Simeon or any other Remse

oria Greene. He found her smiling over a note which she c

otégée?" she inquired. "I'm

She isn't as sniffy as sh

't know how you can judge. First

s waiting for a taxi to come along. I could see her nerv

what

't sing for me and that some other time she would. But

the First," comm

oung person, Gloria? Working so

or her," replied the other off

ote-paper on which

aradise? She looked as cheered-up as if

s," was the actress's Delphic response. "But th