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The Destroyers
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That was when she said, giving me a side glance from her half -veiled eyes:
"Why is it that all the really nice men are married?"
Josephine had never been jealous, and I doubt if she was very greatly disturbed by the question; but I saw her eyebrows lift just a trifle and she abruptly changed the topic.
Coralie became a frequent visitor at our home, and Josephine and she grew to be excellent friends. I had at this time not the slightest suspicion of Cor
in my car to the Whiting home. I did my full duty: danced with my wife, with Coralie, with one or two of the others, and I was getting fidgety and anxious to return to my desk when Josephine came to me.
';Mrs. Whiting would like us to stay overnight. What do you say, dear?"
"It can't be done, Josephine " I
began. But she broke in :
"Oh, yes, it can, if I say the word, sir."
"Then in pity don't say the word," I
"I demand the arrest of that woman, and my immediate discharge!"
alie, who conducted herself with extreme care and a fine regard for the conventionalities.
The awakening came two months later. We were invited to a dinner dance at the Whitings', and Coralie was one of the guests. It was against my will that I attended the function, for my desk was piled high with letters that demanded attention. But business usually sufifered when Josephine's wishes were concerned. Nothing in the wide world was to be weighed beside her happiness.
So I went, and Coralie drove with us
begged her. And while she smiled roguishly up into my eyes, I went on: "You know how busy I am, dear. I simply must get back. But you stay, if you like."
She demurred at first, but Mrs. Whiting bore down upon us and assured me that she would take good care of Josephine and bade me come for her in the morning.
I had been chatting with Coralie de Bar a few moments before, and I was subconsciously aware that she was standing near by, an interested listener.
Mrs. Whiting moved away, and Jo