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Show IlLOVE and MARRIED UFBl 2ij. the noted author j I Idah MCHone Gibson 1 THE ISSUE. "Theso are Ruth Gaylord's "children," "chil-dren," I said to John In explanation, hoping he would say something that would show he was a little envious. ' "Well, they arc some children I should say," he remarked as he picked up Ruth and sat her onhl3 shoulder.1 ifmcdiately the hands of both the lit-, tlo boys slipped Into mine and wo. started up "the quiet village street,! Ruth making gurgling, happy noises i ' as she plunged her fingers into John's , i hair to support herself on his shoul- J der- Slyly I looked at him when his face 'as turned away from me and he cer- Italnly was good to look at. A great big, handsome chap. All the love that I had .had for him before I married hhn came pouring back into my heart. John Silent for a Time. John didn't say very much until we put the children down at the gate, and then ho turned to me and remarked inquiringly: "Alice wired mo j'ou were very ill." "Alice got frightened over nothing," "was my answer. "What do you think about your new house?" he asked again, dismissing the subject of my illness with no further fur-ther concern. "I expect it Is ver beautiful," I . said . "I was- never in it but once, the exterior and grounds are lovely." "Then you are going home with me I to put It in shape," he asserted rather than asked, and he slipped his hand under my arm and into my hand. "No," I answered. In a moment everything was changed. chang-ed. The gray look spread down on John's face and almost unconsciously 'rs ' he let go my arm, which he had been BSffif! holding caressingly under his ISjj 7 He stopped just in front of the gate tfj "to the house and said: w "Kathcrlne, do you intend never to Mi live with me again?" fi And I answered: "I don't know." "What Do You Mean?" H "What do you mean by saying you ja J don't know? Are you a child tnat S , doesn't know Its mind? Or has your f( mind gone stale? I confess I do" not understand.. You told me once you j loved me. Do you feel the same about !me now as you did then? ! I hesitated a moment before 1 spoke .and then I answered: "Yes, it is because I love you so much, John, that I am contemplating 'not living with you." 1 "Rubbish," he exclaimed. "Now 'don't go off on that tangeni again. I lam sick and tired of introspection, retrospection re-trospection and analysis, which gets us only to which and wherefoiv Haven't you realized yet that no man ever wants to analyze love? He only, wants to make it." j "And not always to his wife," I said. I "That s true,' he answered promptly. prompt-ly. j "Then this is right," I asserted as I 'put ihe anonymous letter. in his hand. jKe read it and the veins stood out in his temples. " j I had never seen him so angry- "The she devil," I heard him whisper under un-der his breath. "I will pay her out for this." "Oh.no.Johii, you need not pay anyone any-one for it. I don't think Elizabeth Moreland is any more to blame than you aro in the. .matter." "How do you know that It is Elizabeth Eliza-beth Moreland?1' he asked quickly. "I can't just tell, but I know that It is Elizabeth Moreland, Just as you know It Is she." Talks In Rough Tones. I "I , don't know anything about It," ho said roughly. "If you are going to al-j low every anonymous letter writer to put you on the gridiron, I am sure I don't know how I can help you." "I have just given you this letter so that you may make a decision." v "What kind of a decision?" he asked. "This letter says' that you do not care for me; that you only are nice to me now because mother's little bequest be-quest happened to turn itself Into a great deal of money " '"I have known letters to 'He," he said. I "That is just what I' want Co find; out. Is this the truth or is it a lie?" Tomorrow My Husband's Ideas. |