Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1920)

Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section The Truth (Continued from page 47) I 1 side as well as Eve's and no one could deny that Eve had acted abominably. "Yes," ?he answered, "but tomorrow only. That must be the last time." SINCE Eve had obtained no satisfaction from her interview with Becky she did what she had threatened; she went to Tom's office slraiiiht from the house, arriving at his office building ju~t as he was stepping into his car to drive home. Eve told him that Becky and Ercd had been together practically every day for the past two weeks. Tom took it lightly, told Eve that she and Fred were a couple of naughty children who should be spanked. However, when he turned the corner about two blocks from the house, he saw someone who looked suspiciously like Fred coming out the front door. Though he tried to forget Eve's talk as merely that of a jealous wife, he found himself a trifle upset. Becky was waiting for him in the living room, curled up like a harmless kitten on the couch, and trying to look as innocent. She sprang up and threw her arms about Tom's neck, but his evening kisses were less ardent than usual. She noticed his attitude at once, and pulled him down beside her on the couch. "\Vhat's the matter, dearie? Don't you feel well?'' "Becky, I've just seen Eve." Becky was startled. "Oh, has she been weeping on vour bosom, too?" The two of them laughed, and for the moment Tom's doubts vanished. He drew his wife to him. "I love you better than all the world," said Becky. Tom knew that what she told him was true. He held her silently for a moment. Then the thought of Eve and what she had told him, and the remembrance of Fred leaving his house crept like a serpent into his garden of happiness. "Becky," he held her face between his hands, so that he could look into her eyes, "Becky, have you been seeing Fred Lindon every day?" Confusion routed the expression of contentment from Becky's face. Her lip twitched a little nervously, her eyes avoided those of her husband for a moment, then widened into vast surprise. "Why — no! Certainly not I" she answered. Tom could not miss her confusion, but he did not want to understand it. He did not want to believe that Becky would lie to him. "Becky, didn't I .see Fred Lindon leaving the house as I came home?" "Why no— at least I didn't see him," Becky avoided. "You — you see I just got home from the bridge party." Tom frowned. "Becky, I want you to answer me truthfuUv. Is Fred Lindon trying to make love to you?" "If Mr. Lindon should try to make — a — a — respectful love to me, that's a compliment to you, isn't it?" she answered indignantly, unaware in her anger that she was answering Tom's question. Tom reached out and took Becky's hand, and looked at her solemnly. "I have every confidence in your motives, Becky, but no woman can have the friendship of a man like Fred Lindon long, without paying the highest price for it. No matter how wcW you knew, and those who love you knew that you had not danced, all the same the world would make you pay the piper." There was something so protective about Tom. Becky snuggled down happily in his arms. Now that he knew that she had been seeing Fred, she felt all happy and .safe. "You don't e.\pect to see Fred tomorrow? ' Tom asked suddenly. "No," answered Becky. ".'\nd you promise me that if he should come, you won't see him? ' Becky nodded her head up and down, and crossed her heart. .'^t this juncture Jenks entered the room with a telegram for Mrs. Tom Warder. It was from Becky's father, Stephen Roland. "Imperative you send me ."^so by special messenger. Good things. Can't lose." Becky looked worried, and she handed the message to her husband. "Not another cent this month, Becky,' Tom spoke firmly. "We must put a stop to your father's gambling." Becky pouted just a tiny bit. She knew she was wrong, but she did feel sorry for her father. She turned away from Tom, but he came to her and put his arms about her. As he did so, an inspiration seemed to flash over Becky's consciousness. Her face lit up, and she grasped the lapels of Tom's coat. "Oh, honey,'' she cooed, "I — I couldn't resist a hat today — the duckkst little hat. It was all yellow." Tom was relieved to be out of the unpleasantness of refusing money to Becky's father so easily. "How much?"' "Fifty dollars," Becky answered. Tom shook her slightly. "You can't be taking this way of getting money to send your father when I don't want you to?" he a'^ked. There was no need for reply, for at that moment Jenks entered with a huge hat box, saying that the messenger was waiting for the money. Becky gave Tom a hug and a kiss, then a gentle push, and told him to go get ready for dinner. Left alone with Jenks, she whispered to him: "Say Mrs. Warder is sorry, but that Mr. Warder does not like the hat, so she cannot have it." The next moment she was holding the telephone receiver in one hand, while she started to write a note with the other. She called Fred Lindon's house. When she got him on the wire, she said coldly: "I'm very sorry, but our engagement is off. For good." Then she hung up before Fred could reply. "Dear Father," began the note she penned. ".Am inclosing the fifty. Please be careful. With love. "Becky." E\'E LINDON decided that she was gaining nothing! by staying away from home. So she went back the afternoon following the scene at Becky's house. Fred was not glad to see her. He was ugly and insulting, having been imbibing high-balls all day to drown the injury to his vanity caused by Becky's repulse. Eve w^as ready to fall on her knees at his feet. He did not even greet her. He simply snai)ped: "You've mingled in my affairs once too often. 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