The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-10-31

DRY says that Hele:l usually has her own
way-doesn't She?
vE said do c Hom q5n Er H
slipped my tea. He's good-humored
fellow, but he doesn't pay his debts, and
| hear he has a good many"
Il don't like him. said my wife de-
cidedly.
Il don't know anybody who does" said
I-''eXcept Helen"
''Nobody?''
81 don't, believe I ever heard anybody
say good word for Wemyss. They ad-
nit he's pleasant and g0od-looking, but
they all say that at bottom he's smooth
and worthless"
IT worries me awfully. I think more
of Helen than any of the others. And
| can't bear to think of her throwing
herself away on a man of that sort. If
we We're the only ones who didn't like
him it would be different, but man
who hasn't the respect of other men-I
believe if Helen only knew that, she
wouldn't do it. Do you think 1 ought
any good if l did ~
You nave lived twenty-eight years in
this world, Constance, and that's long
enough to know that you can't advise
people about their love affairs. You can
only stand off and hope they will not be
But il. he's what you say he is, its
my duty
1T wouldn't do any good; it would
only give Helen a bad half hour. take
her nearer to Wemyss and push her far
Their from YOU. You'd get credit for
meddllng. Two people would hate you
where. before one loved y0i:. It is like
throwing your bread on the wa .er with
no prospect of a return"
Anyway. my conscience will be easy,
and that's something"
But your conscience won't be easy.
1t will tell you that you have made a girl
very unhappy merely because you were
a stickler for duty. Now. will it do any
good to soothe your own conscience by
making Helen your enemy?"
How do you know she wouldn't take
my advice and at least wait till she knew
Mr.. Weymss better?''
If, when you were engaged to me.
some one-Helen. say-had come to you
and said: Constance. dear, the man YOU
are sciEg to marry is bad man and al
together unworthy OF YOU if some one
said that, would you have broken the
engagement, or would you have even
considered that she might be right?"
of course not" and my wife ruffled
up. But that's different
GLOW different?''
"Why, you're not Mr.. Weymiss,' she
answered, with the fine logic of woman.
[ lifted nv shoulders and looked out
of the window.
Il knew you Of course better than 9TH
er people," she persisted, anxious to be
strengthened by opposition.
Every woman knows the man she
loves better than other people. Aftc--
they are married eight women out of ten
find that they didn't know them at all.
In q word, as a much-Quoted person has
said: Love is blind
Constance smiled-in a minute she
grew grave again. ooh, dear. l don't
was something worse-that even since he
has been engaged he has not been true
to Helen; that perhaps after they are
married he will not be true"
| looked at her without speaking. Con-
stances eyes flashed fire. ''I'l go TO her
and tell her what | think, what we all
Think
s eo wG q shd a believe you and would
But Edward, she wouldn't marry
him.
/ looked out Of the window across the
bay. The water was turning to silver.
A little fishing boat had come into the
picture 1t was slipping over the waves
toward home, as light and graceful as a
fine lady treading upon polished floor.
The sun caught its white sail and gave it
/ was startled by a cough from the
piazza, and ! turned toward the door to
see a tall young woman in a blue outing
suit.
'Helenr' said my wife, with the pecu-
liar pronunciation Of the last syllable as
i'll, which makes the word SO fascinating
in the mouth of an Eastern girl.
Helen Dorr came up to the room quick
ly, her heels making an angry little tap.
upon the floor. Her face was white and
there was little tired look about her
eyes, but she seemed a very stately young
lady as she stood before US and spoke
YEARLY.
1.-THE BIckhams were coming, and SO I
came day earlier than ! thought.
heard you talking as / came UP the
steps, and | listened" She spoke very
slowly and bitterly, in voice of self
condemnation.
"Helenw said my wife again, and her
tone was sharp, with a mingled touch of
scorn and sorrow.
1t was bit confusing-the two women
there, facing each other, the one worn
and dusty with travel, the other fresh in
the coolness Of a summer gown; the one
pale, a little, at having committed an I'M
pardonable sin, the other flushed and an
cry and confused at having been over
heard.
Helen l said. and heaven knows I
pitied her, slet's talk it over" And l