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Show THE QUARREL. ' ' BY KEITH GORDON. I II 7Sere wcro two sides of the question, ll f (0ursc. Thero always .ire two sides. la tt W-S a mnn' saw only 11,0 ninscu iff V yifie. whilo belnK every Inch a fj '"an. could sc& only the feminine nail na-il St ot "10 matlcr thilt losc octwecn 1 fra Uko .1 wall. M ; ccordlnp to hiff reasoning, the reat I yarl th'"11 beamed softly o:i the third 'fertr ot """" a inu 1 kieaaf flnnl pxP''cssI" of hli faith, his 'rta'ce It w:is ll,e offlclal seal affixed ftj 'tis avowed belief that sho was tho i i-Ktffit woman '7la deeper, liner moments ho would , LmV( the moment when ho had put It life wlien tn0 f,PIon(,or f "la own dea-tiny dea-tiny "had sobered and steadied him till Wnholo bclns hid pono out In the , txiltss prayer "God grant that I nia i Wia her happy." rrora that moment sho wan tho fixed Vir of his Hfe Jndoed, ahe .scarcely t -i Etd to him a separate entity, but trtibir the finest part of himself. And 1 Vas whero tho troublo began. Ho ' ' nt hashing and debonair, and tho flr-liccnt flr-liccnt of his llfo was atrown with stars ''5 kr magnitude, muro plnhcnds be-.Vjj be-.Vjj her, but In the nrjpresato by no ''ccau without Interest and beauty. That ilthy ro Ifemlnlr.o stars goes without 'WtP- an(1 lf tnorp were moments when :!iit7 shono and twinkled for his especial ' tctflti how could he do less than to ac-i'lifliledso ac-i'lifliledso the compliment? I To him It seomed no moro than a ilbCfchhip by-play, tho light, graceful var-KJita var-KJita of the grand love theme of his 'fee. But tho Fixed Star wiw It dlffer-i'etljr-fiaw It with eyes that deepened :bJ darkened with tragedy, which, after ii ten weeks of smouldering, burst Into (,& flame of anger Sever, perhaps had sho appeared to (to h superb, so obviously queen of tho 'KOii. as at that moment when she had faeJfclm, whlto with scorn, and nccused hlo-ffi plain, brutal, every-day English Wrlfec a lllrt. f.U first she.-r amazement held him sl-ifcsl sl-ifcsl But from the torrent of words that .frjjhfd from her lips he was soon In pos-ItRslon pos-ItRslon of the sum of his offenses. His littfiilkms to Miss Lincoln bis evident Ifaj&ymont of the society of Mrs. Colin I'&arl, not to mention Betty Pell and '. lida Armltage-' ijiAs Van Pelt listened to tho cutting j.Tonls of his fiancee his ilrst amazement I'psdually congealed Into something else, itohail paid som attention to Miss Lln-jSc, Lln-jSc, who was a vMtor and friend of his And Mrs. Stuart had asked him ;( a dinner or su. and as for Betty and 'Lscia, he never missed a chanco to Join !Ua, Had they not been comrades since iii5av3 when rhlr nurses wheeled their ttnunbti'ators to the park sklo by side? I And though ho had frequently encoun-:cd encoun-:cd Flavin ondr these circumstances. ;ii bliU of her possible displeasure had plT occurred to him. She wns she not i Only One so near, so much a part 'llhlmse'f that there was no more need 'ts explanation than there was to his ,'lra. youl' So. at these encounters, his ,p had Iciipod ti meet here, without rKU'Coc'clousncss and without apology. ;'KM first her confidence met his nobly, iftffl little gnning doubts crept In. She 'waMha llkl him to protest, for. alas! Hi. was hut a woman! And .sometimes high white place of his soul, whero , kpt her enthroned made her shiver jlsJ top? to i-p p-ttt-d and scolded. And Ifl rhce of tlnt hf made her a goddess, .rapc-cdly with the power of reading WsrtJ ilTon have pntr flnlshed?" PHls coaI, drtiwllng voice filled her firet :w with on r suavity and the steel jttiscvf3 ini-t the lire of hers unfllnch-fcsly. unfllnch-fcsly. Invol ntai ily she caught her ieath, He ii"i only showed no Incllna-,m Incllna-,m lu (splQln tn exculpate himself, but ra bad the look of a man who has re- lHrl r. mortnl wound, whose deepest ifll!;3 hao been mercllesslv scoffed at, jXfred at trampl. 0 In tho mire. lAt the words her heart turned to Ice. Jnith to tell, her outbursts had nothing .are serious than the quick resentment ifr a wftrm-heai ted. high-spirited woman a janclod neglr-ot from tho man she JJ.wed. A pair of open arms and eves Ut hved back, begging for tolerance !, forglveneys. that wns v.-hnt she want-expected want-expected But this man. with the :nra stance and the Incisive, cold voice !n nd shp done? I'Dwpito her terror, tho world-old battle lJin PJ1(J nn'1 ,ovo was raging In her fi?"- a"d It was pride that won. inntahed she queried bitterly, with . fle'.Ioa thm tonveyed that If pln )W!td It was by no means bf-causo shi 'iii reached the nd of the Met. "We It so. at least." And with tho Fb." drtw n tho rl"K and held It js him Ho received it with a low ;lrlouFly, the eplsodo was ended. But ; 16 door he turned back. , yo" havp thought tho matter lz"3 calmly, you may possibly have hu .ns to s,l' t0 no- I Klve you ono to reconsider." mastery of himself, his unyielding itanco to her thrilled her through nnd fe?,?5i " ?ovt'r bad sho loved him do nb-iMJtely; nb-iMJtely; but there was no trace of her Ifg'raif In her mocking reply. iL'VK 8 grace! So good of you!" sho W,.1.r,athor wildly. "And yot, do you ;f. It Is seven days moro than 1 shall ,fS; I nall never-" Imm u K"c- A moment later sho h,!? ,th0 street door closo with an om-aUHi om-aUHi ?eL Sho stood, stupidly In tho ft,""!"1 1110 room, trying to realize that iSJJL1!?8"? future nothing but a dreary' that bolicfl tho namo ahead of her. J sho looked at her loft hand, now so ciai naltc'd' "o longer a. hand conse-cf conse-cf nff i. 1 B,mPly a woman's hand, shorn f!ir7. sVect signlflcanqo, its badgo of ;;7r dndenco gone , 8trek tho hour In silver tones. ?uig her back to tho dull prosent. Oh. Hi 4 Colin Stuart's tea. She must ta V 3t whatever happenod-she must ttrS i ti would say that she .ftuVr. 'Kbt even think that-Hho did. tiv ght ,nadc hor checks burn. And ttan ftlws' so lay. indeed, that more WrTn.l i ,f ntr fr'cnds turned long, bi-t'S bi-t'S m,JI,ts.uPon lie". looks full of puz- ji 'ra dtirlng tho week of rcsplto she met Us'lhtu C ,h?H co,d Inipasslvo greeting it him Vh,0,t,1" Sladnesfl that tho sight t hfr. d ,broEbt. nnd which for a ser ni ?confl. ahool: hor with Its oxpect-H oxpect-H Ur retl 0llt 1Jo bad bowed with Bat nos,lan,d passcl on- t(Pf,,,h0URhl sl00d out clearly In fcs!L 7-11 QOhfysIon of hor despair. She t'fin aivay- PlteoiiHly sho realized 'tin' mr,n U8t not nin tho rial: of con-h con-h oh .es; rh, BrnnhamB wore oall-0taj oall-0taj Saturday. Why not go with Mrlh!lthUKht Eho stnrted up. her blood bian nllroUBh her volns in the old ,,Thal would bo tit for tat. On fcsifl i cm ,2' rt'splto ho should see her fhtn.rii lno.'l5t of outgoing passenger. M BiIi rH" ho would regret that he ktv U,er v''m nothing but a per-t per-t of io i'LnB of lh hat. A llvoly rlng-M rlng-M for ronp bel's. a scurrying back ia?.i iaesscngera. and the thing 1U vS '?hed in ,urlda" "lht. Jlor trunks had h i .p.lor, aml ln her dismantled Hqb n la.t.U.c'd wllh tho lasKltudo that itJoni!,hlrl r feeling. Sho was dull. 1 ir s''xhaustcd. Tho qunrrol. hor tl Vfl i 8c,f hiul ceased to matter, tn'fth, ruPPcd Into a chair. -It was .'nat her eyes fell upon tho sam- "flvag"!?!1.1, motlled square of brown e v-nJ"' lta, f:llas letters, had In rcm,iCftped nor attention until now naincd pinned against tho wall, j Snhi?f Vfc. ab,e tlmo sh0 s,ftrod 511 113 fiRvJl 01 ,an,,,,,BUrC3- lta stiff trro, Its astonishingly as-tonishingly nlert blrds-and at last at the ero "Vor ihnt hod a pensive In- irL S03; More than once sho had Kfl t l,,at name. Who wns Amy Castle? Tho sampler had been found In ?tcsl .f. "hcr,tod staff, and no ono could recall Its owner. The small hands that had wrought those bedlmmed figures were now dust, hut what hnd como to them before tho last resigned folding'' Had Amy too, loved and suffered rind lost? Had her woman's prldo smiled out on the world from a face drawn with pain? Tragedy or comedy, it mattered llttlo now. All that remained of hor passing pass-ing wns this small, mottled sampler. This wns what It nil came to ln tho end this With a swjft. eloquent gesture she nroe and literally Hew along the corridor to the telephone. "Quick. Central, quick," ahe wns urging a moment later. "H'o It's a matter of llfo and death!" But all sho could say when she got her number was a broken "Oh. Donald!" Copyright. 10tV5. by Frances Wllson.l |