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Show tLOVE and MARRIED lIFEl fctj. the noted author I j Idah MSGlone Gibson J II ILYKS THAT SEE XOT. "I wonder," said Alice, musingly; "If this economical Independence that the new woman talks so much about Is going go-ing to bring her any greater happiness." happi-ness." "I am not sure," I answered, "that, freedom means happiness. One may become accustomed to a cage for one's' ' soul or body, I suppose, and find a kind of happiness there which makfs the world outsido look fearsome." f "Speaking of the world o.itsldc," said Alice, "what has become of JiTarl Shepard? He told mo he was oing out of town, and then he wrote me that business was keeping ilm for a while. Now, John tells mo that lie has gono at last. Do you know anything any-thing about It?", I felt my cheeks burn. Although I did not know where Karl Shepurd was, 1 did know a good deal about him, and J wished again that I ii.nl not torn up his letter. . I managod to say rather nulotly, "I had a letter from Karl this morning, but he did not say where ho was and gave me no 1 auuress. An Ideal liovcr. "Good old Karl," said Alice, "that's exactly what he would do at a time like this; let you know that fared i . . for you and then make it impossible J , for you to write him either pleasantly or unpleasantly by withholding his z.d-; z.d-; x dress. A man like that is certainly an ; ideal lover," "A man like that," I repcatod, "is j certainly very clever. Ilaa he given i . mo his address I probably would hive ' I' sent back his letter with a very caustic comment. As it was, 1 iunpulsl.Mly tore it Into little bits and now find it I indelibly engraved on my memory. "Poor John," said Alice. . "Why poor John?" X $ "Because he doesn't understand, be- Jj' r ' cause he never will learn to under- jv . stand, I am afraid, ile docs nothing that is loverlike." "Oh! yes, he does," I interposed. "When he takes mo In hia arms he j t. calls me 'girl,' and alkthe Karl Shcp- acrd3 in tho world coulU stay 'it tho ' other end of thtj world for all I oyie."1 Just then I heard my husband's voice at the door. It wasn't his lovcr-Ilke lovcr-Ilke voice and he growled aa ho opened tho door. "I should think, Katherine, that instead of using your strength to gossip with Alice you would bo getting ready to go home with me I presume," ho continued, sarcastically, "that you will not be ashamed to rido jn tho same coach with me, oven if you do not trust mc enough to lot .no take caro of your business. I am quite suro that silly man you call your cousin will lose It all for you." "1 Told You So." "Won't you be glad if he does," interrupted in-terrupted Alice, "as much as you like money. I think you would bo perfectly per-fectly willing for Katherino to lose hers, so that you might be able to say, 'I told you so.' " ' "Como on, Katherine, itvs almost j train time," said John, ignoring Alice. I rose and politely extended my hand. "Good-bye, dear, if you must go so early," I said. "W.hy, wha do you mean?" stuttered stut-tered John. "I'm not going with you, you know," r s.nld. 'T rim iroinir to stav hero until my nerves become quiet and my heart has lost a little of its ache." "I don't know of any reason for your having a heartache. You aro probably a rioh woman, and I know a dozen, women who would .bo very glad to exchange places with you even with me thrown in." "Oh, John, pleaso don't be sarcastic. Why can't we get along happily. Why do you always keep up this nagging?" "I don't nag you. I never nagged you in my life," was his surprised rd- I looked at Alice. Really Means It. y "He means it, dear; ho really mean's it; he really doesn't think he has ever nagged you." I looked at John for confirmation. "Why, of course, I never did. You've had everything you wanted since we have been married. If you have been unhappy, the change has been in yourself. your-self. Poor John! Will he never see? Tomorrow Kisses, Different Kinds. |