The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-02-13


To face his savagery and do as she
pleased in spite of his fierce jealousy she
found an exhilaration; to command a
creature SO much bigger than herself,
and to feel his strength and not his
weakness obeyed, was an excitement
To look into his savage, somber eyes
and melt them with the smile in her own
was worth doing, and intoxicating.
One day he asked her to be his wife,
adding that unless she gave him some
definite answer he would see her no
more. She was much interested.
"Could you leave me and not see me
AGAIN. she asked.
Yes"
"Wou1d you shoot yourself7
mo"
She felt aggrieved. After pause she
asked, tDo you love me?''
eyes" His teeth were set, his face
pale, and he looked at her as if he hated
her.
Her breath quickened. "why do you
hurry me so2''
Because will be made fool by no
woman"
A throb of fear went through her.
She flung her head back and made an
swer, "You may go at once" and then,
because his eyes frightened her, she be-
gan to cry and-"How do you expect
one to decide at once like that, if she
loves your I can't, and I won't-you
can CO."
Chow much time do you wantY'
'I don't know"
'.I will wait while"
tEMuch better go. l won't be put on
time. l don't think shall care for you,
anyhow, and even if I did you are SO
ugly maybe I would not marry. Go
away and let me alone" She spoke in
frightened rush.
"Don't be foolish, he answered; will
wait-a while"
During the "while" he saw a great
deal of her; he curbed his temper, was
always gentle, always devoted, made no
effort to kiss her, half strangled a man
at the club who suggested that all act
resses were alike, and looked at her half
the tme as if he hated her.
She grew frightened and meek, and
made an exhaustive study of his tastes
One day he spoke harshly to her; she
cried out that he must not-that she
loved him.
Thereat he took her in his arms, kissed
her and said, "Wil you be my wife?" A
month from that time she married him
Her manager protested, and a good
deal of money was paid over. To the
wife the manager said, you are fool:
if you ever want to come back to the
stage let me know"
Demmon carried her off to Europe.
He was sIrong and gentle and devoted.
There was little trace of his savagery,
except in 6ercely Jealous guardianship
over her. .
Now and then he ordered her around.
Once she protested vehemently; he |
looked at her and answered, "You for
get you belong to me-"
He gave her all the money she wanted, |
bought her anything she fancied, and |
insisted upon her dressing richly and in
dulging extravagances, but once, when |
she received check for story she had |
written, he tore the bit of paper in
pieces, saying: "I will give you all the
money you wanti Don't forgeti"
She was happy-oh, yes, Her one
thought was to please him, and to please
him made her happy. She gave up all
her own fancies, and endeavored only to |
meet his moods. She kept up all of the
pretty petulance and caprice that had |
pleased him originally, because some
times it amused him to see her childish |
and exact1ng-she knew when to be 81
lent, though, and how to efface herself.
She read the papers faithfully, and, by |
dint of study and close attention to a |
few political arguments within earshot |
of which she came, she got fair grasp
of the principles of the party opposite to |
her husbands, and argued with him very |
well.
To such men as he presented she made |
herself charming-he liked to have other
men admire her; herself, she took no
interest in attracting them, and she was |
always q bit afraid of being too success
full and SO annoying her husband. Be- |
sides, attention from other men made |
her heart ache; her husband loved her
dearly, but he did not tell her SO very |
OFTEN, and sometimes when she made
mistakes he called her stupid.
OF course she did make mistakes some
times Being very anxious to please
hum, her instinct was not always true.
There were times when he liked to have
her creep to the side of his chair and
push her soft hair against. his face, say
ing nothing meanwhile, unless the little
caressing breath from her lips could be
called speech; but then again this an
noyed him, and he had to be Let alone.
Z Being very fond of him, it was hard to
come near or pass him without reaching
out a hand to touch his shoulder or
cheek, and this fretted him dreadfully
when he was not in the mood. Also
there were times when she wanted him
to take her in his arms and be good to
her, and find out how she felt, or when
she wanted to cry and be miserable and |
be petted and coaxed out of it; all this
was childish and foolish, but-oh, dearl