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Show m Her Daughter and His Son 1 A Great Married Life Story by I I 1DAH McGLONE GIBSON lH ANN'S PHlLOSOPHV. H "What I happiness?'" I akcd Mr. Tlnl- f tl ' W. !. OTH find II" HH covered landscape which glistened and H clittercd In- the ?un tin H know what happiness Is or to tind It mj li.M lie an : ! H1 llmee l think i ha i found h V ected v !'. ". recognized i i i ,i . ' 8M here together, even ivhlle teiilnp you tB ' liap- i m I'm. - j. but when I tr to i-r. i II and I, hold II i" in- II flits awaj Ilapplnesi HKI )uy dear it Merits to me. 1 pettlnc on I I ..f oneself, of being able i" forget oneself flLaaaaaaV qompletely. This may be done in the ) i M contemplatl on i landscape Ilk. HHHh one before in; r in the knowledge that IB 'BblI LMHI sitting close bealflc one. or it maj ? '. m to business i jPH long, lone thoughts of ambitious plan- 399H nine nnd I have lone aco ronie t Ihi PjHbBm conclnsion thai self cannot enter where LH N said the fy out of the window when NH " verty ctmc in at the floor, happiness aBVH disappear when self obtrudes upon the K EVB "Yc. Mr. Mitisey. I think von are I'BBB right. .Ml through thl long ride I have kMBBBJ i can quite happy. Pliyslauly, I am in HBBBfl 'ierfet health, and I believe that has BBBBBj mucni lo do with happiness I do not H thlnh that anyone can worry very long I.' H one's vitality high. J Rrc a qui I Urn Loo ufj I- M l n l H "Well, as I shall probably live my life B tethlng fori to be thankful?" Bjj I jj HI life atom I 1 BV L i JJF mfm i" ' 1 am to blame for It. 1 never really want ed him Lo have the business worries ihRj I have had. I wanted him to he Kay an. happy- ft young prime who would U' through the world dispensing favors airj pleasure lo all who came near him. dirinr.t r. aiiz timt i was making "i selfish; that he would dlapenae the ivena-' ivena-' ure and Joy only wlicn It gave his pleasure pleas-ure to lo so." T thought of the little gjbUlen cu"l be hind Q race's ar again, some wa" ltl seemed to me the whole epitome f ken. life. He would glv all 1 1 1 gralSfj ti ino- inent'a whim he had given all foi lhl golden curl; for the right .o prei i his lips to It. to twine it about h's f!i?er. ai,d to gaze unon Its beauty as CHl'CBJied the snow-white neck- of his wife. "I believe. Ann Whltaon." I said to mvself. "that 'you re foolishly Jenloua of a lock of hair I did not dream oa could be so silly." But even as I said It. I had a litlh physical revulsion, as though that lock w.- twining Itself about tnv heart, stlfllns md atopplng its life throba Slhntlv we motored home through th-dusk. th-dusk. The JJUTO while ol th- snovv hnd lurrnl to saibjenlng gre Trulv. vv were leaving happlnCS lwhlnd. I felt to ulterlv al"n.' again thai lntlncliv m I hand crepl Into thai of Mi . Halae'. If 'clasped It .-lively, bu' I r.mld not hell, noticing that It war not Itiic warm clasp of youth " was a hand grown -old ami Miff and hard from age The hand Of a man who had lived his hfr and Waa not looking forward nn;. more "I am glad that on will be with in. tomorrow." said Mr. Ilalsev. and I awoke frpm my reverb with a start. "Oh. did Jlmmio say that he thought he could ariange to come with you to-morrow'.'" to-morrow'.'" I altcd. "I am not think Inc of Jimmie. my de.-r. He will probably not le able to come for aCVCr'al weeks I ;i lli re is no reason whj you ahpuld hot coins louior-row. louior-row. I rc.e'i you, and I need yon veiv much. Will vou not let tomorrow be the beginning Of V'lir row llf. ' I Tomorrow Ken's New Home |
