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Show I ILOVE and MARRIED LIFE tij, the noted, author i Idah MSGlone Gibson 1 . 1 1 Looking Backward I "I don t know whether or net I shall , he home for dinner." my husband continue con-tinue us he arose from tho table, "but ' I will rail vou up som tlm during tho .fir-moon ;ind let you know." I I glanced up quickly in time to ont.h a gleam of hi eyes that might well have been anticipation; certainly it held no hint of regret at commandeering my , whole afternoon to wait his message, ncr j remorse- for the idea of leaving me to I solitary dinner. 1 was his wife I belonged to him. Again little shudder shook me as I realized that only a little while before hod I thought that the greatest Joy thai eould come to me on earth would be ly I belong to Jnhn OJordon A patronizing touch on my shoulder took the place of his usiufl perfunctory kiss on my check, and he took no not" I of the fart that I had not raised my face tor hie salute. To me this was another turning point. Do men ever notice these little "first times" which mean so much to : woimn ( the first time hi forgets to hold your chair for you at the table, the first time ! j be neglects to op'-n the door, the firi j : time he nllows you to put on your own , j wraps, the first time his eyes fall to j brighten at the sight of a new and b. coming frock the first time his iip brush your check care.-slv. Instead of i CltnfchtlK ardently to our mouth Tears came to my eyes as T realized ; I that the little pat on my shoulder was only another milestone on the road which was taking me farther from my hus- I band Resolutely T seated myself again at the j breakfast table, determined to make on , effort to swallow my own cold coffee. But I eould not do It it choked me. "I did not really mean it " 1 said to I myself again, this time In calmer met more decisive accents. I did not really mean to wish my husband dead, but try aa I would. I could not dispel the horror j of flic foot that I. sitting across the table I from John QordOft. hid allowed '.be words: "I wish he were dead," to form In my iira in. visualize before my eye, and almost IssUc from my mouth. Ana j yet s litUe over three years before felt that I could not live without him. The v i" tOUi h of his hand at that time j had made me fairly delirious with Joy ! and yet this morning I had to exercise great will power to keep fiopi trembl- i Ing violently with the disgust I f-H when his hand dropped upon mv should -r For a moment I was almost ready to emulate the little old woman of the nursery rhyme and ask if "I be I?" t did ask: "Can the man who has Just left you, Kate Gordon, bo the same man who set your nerves all a-flutter the moment you raised your eyes to him the first time?' With the quick change that comes to all women with vivid memories and strong imaginations, all that I had been thinking was blottted out and again I felt , in memory, the thrill that came to me as I looked up for the first time into the smiling gray eye- ol John Gordon three year: ",ud a half befo re. I had been the house guest of an old friend and for three weeks the stage had been set for bis coming into my life. Every one that I met spoke of him of his fascination, bis charm of manner, his good looks and his well turned compliments Again and again' L heard speculations as to why he had not married "All the girl? are crazy about him." said my friend, "but I h.r e Qever known him to single out any om foi attention that might mean intentions" We were nr the Country Club the evening of our first meeting. I had been aimlessly flirting with little Fob bj Qeylprd When I heard the voice of im friend Helen Van Ness nt my car. Kate," she said, ' I want John Gordon Gor-don to know you. and I want you to know John Gordon. Two people with such originality and independence of thought should either be friends oi an-i an-i agonists and I leave you to find out which of these you are going to be to each other." I took one look at John Gordon and there was no mistaking In my mind, what 1 was to be to him As I raised my eyes to his and extended my hand! I am sura that he felt the same physical phys-ical sympathy the same magnetic thrill that almost embarrassed me, so j sure was I that every one could see I my emotion. More by his manner than by his1 words he asked me to dance and as the: strains of the sensuous Hawaiian mu-! sic, so popular that cummer, came to: ua his arm stole round m waist and' we glided out on the floor. We danced wonderfulh together and Tor; some moments neither spoke. Final-ly Final-ly he bent his lips so close to my car thai I could fee his warm breath a.' he whispered. Well, is it friends, or enemies?" (ConUnued Tomorrow) |