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30 MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE face that have demanded the best a man has to give—it has not always been easy. Perhaps it has left its mark." "You were always too white for this work-a-day world, Richard," Harris laughed lightly, feeling his element was not that of the man who spoke so solemnly. '' Have there been no compensations ?'' "There has been one compensa- tion"—Gordon's voice lost its stern- that she was young and fair, and talking, with a certain sparkling vivacity, to Ralph; then veered abruptly to what did interest him— to the passion as strong, if widely variant, as Gordon's—the Street. "How'd you like to get in on an easy thing— a sure thing ?" he began. "I've the inside track, Richard, and I'll let you in. It's Combined Steel, a pooled stock, selling at sixty-six and three-quarters now—tomorrow " GORDON INTRODUCES HIS WIPE TO RALPH HARRIS ness and became almost caressing 1 — "my wife. She has been the ease of life to me, Harris. Sometimes I think I'm too old; that I cannot give her what a younger man could give— a man who has not had to look on the poor, scarred face of Life with her harlequin mask stripped off—but if I have failed, she has never given a sign; and she has had my life's one love. That's all that one can give—" "She's very lovely " Harris gazed at the girl abstractedly; he was not interested. He noted vaguely Long into the evening the old chums talked, while Mrs. Gordon and Ralph laughed and jested, and Mrs. Harris divided her more or less un- sought attention between the two couples. Her keen, motherly eyes noted a restless impatience in the dark eyes of the doctor's wife—and she wondered; and then noted, too, that Ralph was drinking in every word with an ill-concealed eagerness —and she feared. Two lives, each one an entity, inde- pendent of each other, perhaps for-