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Show If Woman's Page I Zoe Beckley's Story The New Velvet Coats Early Au- ! tumn Wear Black Velvet and White Satin Combined j in Fascinating Gown Soft Cake Frosting To Can Vegetables. IB ! "TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE?" K I J David's words, "We're going to start III I afresh; we're going to be happier H I than we have ever been," seemed HI1 indeed to have come true, Follow- II ( ing their long walk over the hills the II J day Wanda left and their open-hearted H I J talk, one to the other, Cora felt a I j sense of UghtneBs and gaycty all III 1 1 through her being such as she had I ! not known since days of her engage- I If ment to David. j( She scarcely could explain it to I f herself. It was as if a great trouble IN had been averted, not by dodging it or having it removed "by sonic magical If bit of luck, but by walking right up I f to It, meeting it squarely and finding I f that It was amazingly susceptible of HI being disposed of. I I Cora recalled an old saying of her HI mother's: "Nothing is ever settled l until it's settled right." And truly I t it was so. She might have fought I I this attachment between her husband n ff and Wanda Laurence till she was ex- III hausted and have been beaten in the Iff end. She might have struggled to I ff keep them apart, only to have brought fjf them closer together She might have Ifl done the impulsive thing and run Kill away proudly, defiantly, leaving them i II to each other, only to find too late the truth that they were not real mates, as Cora and David were mates. And j j then what? Wreck and desolation I ill "Oh, it's so good to be happy and at rest again," Cora wrote to her J Cousin Beth. "We are on shipboard, jH hon, bound for Bermuda. I am wrlt- Jtn ing you this from my steamer chair; ft a pard on my lap, Dave's fountain pen in my joyous fist. The ocean is as H calm and sunny as my heart. The in blue over head seems like David's I I In lovc tlie new lovc that we have b0th 1 J found; true and blue and all-envelop- i jlfl i"g, clear and pure and without a IS cloud. ! "Yet I don't feel childishly happy, 1 HI Jftsy. I haven't any silly feeling I J that all our problems are over, oui j ' dangers all passed, our struggles j j j oiuled. I know marriage Isn't like I that a sort of spiritual picnic. It's a 1 Mil pilgrimage. And as soon as you c II climb, panting and spent, to the top I I !j of one rocky pathway and come out 1 I !l nfn tnP smootu EQen another peak s '( looms into view. t I IH "But after you've survived a few Iff 'ough nulls, you have more courage k, - trcklp the next and the next. And pjj! pr,pr a while you learn to rope your- j f?lf to your partner and pull with j bim no ncnfnst hi"! or for yourself. F j "W11, anvhow. Be's. I've learned Mr thin?:, and tlift Is to live In the ' "-rsrnt without b!lp.c wistful over the. j r T"i--t or afraid because thre may li" ; v '-Mpboos In the shadows before yon PI I o course, this honeymoon atmos- tl here of ours is too good to last. Or Jr it' no not. too good, at least too iin- ijj practical. Tt would be like livinjr on flngel cake. If "1 guess I'll wake up with a at"'-' when we get back from th's trln Q- I house at Colony Park will be readv and you know what 'ready' mr"'n-' Stocky floors, doors that won't lock I pantries with shelves in the wrontr 1 1 place, no telephone or lights, work- 1 1 men tinkering here and there putting f finishing touches on things till you I want, to scream, t "Dave promises, affirms, declares. asserts and maintains that none of v these annoyaces will exist; says the house will be absolutely perfect when , wo jo In. Well, we shall see what we shall see. I'm ready to meet any- f thine after the peace and sweetness of this vacation of ours, f "What ?bout you and dear old dar- f flng angel-face Tommy coming next month to us for a visit? Thine lov- j In ?ly, CORA." |