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Show H llLOW and MARRIED LIFE! I( Izq, thie noted author J 1 Idafa MgGlone Gibson j I'l BB RECONCILIATION ALMOST, ft Mff It is a str.ingo quirk iu human nail na-il B , turc tnat noL evt?n the knowledge of t HJR lne passing of thoso we love best can ' J keeP our tnouShts long from living is-f is-f sues,. Death, eventually vanquishes K life, but even in victory death must W give way to life's great problems, M hd11 UVer fa tll0Se who are left be" ' 1 did not tell these thoughts to Al-j Al-j iff.. Ice,, perhaps becauso just at that mo-I mo-I J IS, ment John opened the door. He seem 1 !f ed relieved to find mo with his sister 1 m instead of Helen, and with his face; Kc smiling he came and took me in his 1 Kt arms, saying, "Well, girl, I was able to get a drawing room for you, and IwSe you can go in and shut the door and &Y 1:0 alc-ne at rest. Yes, my. dear, you Hfc ean even keep mo out if you want H "I always want you with me. John, when- you are kind and loving." K'' "Girl, I am always loving even when perhaps I am least kind," he said Mt with a-little sigh. I "But I am going to try and get your n , pointy of view, my dear. I gue.3s I( l WI1 nave to," he continued, eomewh.it H ruefully. "Because it seems to me! Bf that you can never, by any possibiliiyj I o une win speak. I fciv? " n,u soing downstairs now, honey, I fp7 and don't you worry about anything.! R jj All you' v.'ill hvao to do is to get ready j S jf ao that when the taxi comes you can I get into it and go straight to your own jJ? drawing room In the train. No one! shall speak a word to you if you dc kf I not want them to." j M I 1 mu3t have looked so relieved at '.I1 this that even Alice did not .stop to m chatter'.-Sho helped me with my hat and wraps, and, almost in a .laze, H ai last found myself shut in from alll p the world in my own compartment. I ! Still in a kind of stupor, I managed' to undress and gel into the berth. I1 thought 1 was going to sleep immedi ately, but having stretched myself out and closed my eyes 1 found them opening open-ing wide again. Sleep had flown away. It seems to me that all my great sorrows sor-rows have been connected in some ,way with long railroad journeys. When 1 went to my father In his last illness ! 1 spent the night listening to the ' mournful sound of revolving carj I wheels. When I returned home at the time of tho newspaper scandal about John another long journey gave me , time lo think and worry. When I came to Atlantic City the endless 'hours of that dreary ride were passed in unhappy retrospection and fpars of the future; and now I was going home to lay my mother beside my father In the little cemetery where generations of my family are buried. In Her Mother's Room. When wo arrived at the station I hurried directly to a waiting motor Jand soon was in my mother's room at ,my old heme. John stayed behind to jsee that all the arrangements wre (carried ouL Helen and Bob had de-icided de-icided that it was not necessary 'or 'them to come with us and Alice was coming on a later train. 1 found the house and my mother's room filled with flowers anil a great basket of the omnipresent white violets" vio-lets" greeted me with fragrance and sympathy as I opened tho door of myj mother's room, which had been prc-i pared for me. j j I would not allow myself, however, ! to dwell upon this message from Karl iShe.pard. I had determined never toj think of him again. In fact 1 had determined de-termined to show John his letter, tell ! him of my mad moment when I had! i contemplated self-destruction and then !by word and deed that I had returned Jhome with my readjustment of life's I values 'complete and that I was devoid de-void of every interest except my interest in-terest in my husband. "I will be an old fashioned wife, mother dear," I said aloud as though 1 were making a promise to my 'dead mother. Only to Break Them. But alas, we make resolves only to break them. When John came in and I tried to tell him of the awful hour I spent on the storm swept pier at Atlantic At-lantic City; of how led by a mad im pulse almost to the point of hurling myself into the beckoning waves I was saved from this rash act by Karl Shepard. he grew perfectly furious. The idea that I was trying to kill my-: self seemed to have no effect upon ! him, but the fact that Karl Shepard was near me and able to rescue me enraged en-raged him beyond words. Tomorrow John Misunderstands. |
