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Show :t LOVE and MARKED Wi .;. m fcu, the noted author 1 ill L Mah MSGlone Gibson j Ml THE OLD STRUGGLE. I'm tired." I said I felt thr.t I fmm could not quarrel With John and 1 notwithstanding his good resolution fiV Ills temper was fast ncarlng the I breaking point The nurse, hearing V my remark, came toward the bed. t "I think Mr, Gordon should sleep fl a while," she .said. T'M "All right," Said John. and he T Med toward the door with iltc H baby's check in hi hand 1st 1 "John, I would like to filve that check to Charles witli the request flflf that he invest it for Mary,v 1 said, 'if iioldinp out my hand. ,"Vou will do nothing of the kind," ho answered roughly. "1 am the father of Mary (if you are going to call her Mary) and as such 1 am her guardian. According to the laws 1 of this stale, as long as 1 live and she is under age " "John Gordon do you mean to say HH that I shall have no oicc in the sJJjy guardianship of my child as long as uu live?" W' "Exactly " nd you think this is right0" "-!ERE IT IS NECESSARY. Dfe "Qh, well, you know " said John llfl easily, "a man doesn't often exer- I else these powers, except In a case j flEcfl like this, where it is necessary." ffl "It is not necessary. " I said vchem- 1 Ehjcn ently. "and unless you give me that itHU check immediately. I shall ask 'mIJf Charles lo slop paymenl on it. Mr "That would be a nice thing fori you to do. I congratulate you, Mrs I j Gordon, on the regard and respect I w you have for your husband's leel- ! ings." "I have quit- as much regard for i J j in', husband's feelings i lie has for M ni-'r.e rohn, don't let us quar-i M i i am too tin , l am too weak." W ' 1 don't want to quarrel with you i W I didn't begin this. In fact. I had I made up my mind that I wouldn't ' quarrel with you while you were in' II bed, but it seems impv-sible not to j do so whether you are SiflC oi well." AM "Do you know why. John? It is JuM simply because I am not one of those I jjH weak and adoring (.natures who al- low their husbands to go their own way and do just as they plea?e, and whether they think it all right or i rnot let them rest undr the idea thai they, as a darling little wife should, ! acquiesce with rieekne.s." "Why, I never ask you to do any-, any-, thiiy? that isn't abtolutley the best I thing for you to do. IT you cared t for me very much you would cer-Itainly cer-Itainly do as I ask.'" , All right. John, let's turn that rule ; around ou know it's a poor one uhat won't work both ways. I never !ask you to do anything that Isn't I absolutely the best thing foi you do ; If you cared for nic very much you would certainly do as I ask " "No woman ha any judgment in .matters of this kind" he remarked impatiently. REFUSES TO FLATTiR. "John I know why you and I are constantly quarreling It Is because I will not stoop to gain my ends by flattering you into thinking that I always agree with your opinions, while in reality 1 am leading you by devious va.i into accepting mine, j Of course, I understand that this is the age-old method of feminine strategy, stra-tegy, but there is something within jme that makes it repcllant to me If you and other men could understand ihal If you would meet women on a looting of perfect equality of mind you would be much happier." "Oh, no. no, no, you are mistaken. You remind me of Alice now, Kath-erine," Kath-erine," smf d John, some of bis good humor coming back. "But I tee the nurse looking In at the door again, and I will leave ou " "But, John, you haven't given me the check " 1 insisted "And I'm not going to," he answered. answer-ed. "But if it -will do you an good I will give in to you tlti.- far and tell you I will turn the check ovei to Charles and ask him to invest it for the baby." , I understood that I had gained m fighting. I had cained H in ihe old way in Which women must always fight. John was going to turn the check over to Charles, making Charles think that the thougnt had Deen his and fhftt 1 acquiesced 1 was too tired, however, to fuss any more, and I turned over and went to (Copyright by National Newspaper Service.) Tomorrow Dressing My Saby |