The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1903-11-14
ACase in Point
By
LOUISE BLAKE
woMAN,s code of honor!" HI

n laughed, as II ne cons'G ,t 81 a
rather a coed joe. Il own, she sa-l'
as she tilted her parasol to shield Ms
face as well as her own from the rays
of white. Quiyering sunlight, that
woman does not boast Of her honor as
man boasts of his No. she Wen
on. slowly. "a woman never talks hei
code of honor; she lives it."
"Of course she does-in a way ne
answered. reassuringly. "A woman
goes to church on Sunday, she sends her
dimes to foreign missions, and her dCI-
lars to college settlements. She does
all that sort of thing; but where is het
code of honor in the treatment Of the
women about her, and the men about
her-especialy the men about her!
Especially the men about her. she
repeated. Just as if a woman treats d
man with one-half the duplicity with
which he treats herr
He threw back his head and laughed
at her
1T is the same old story" she went
on, half scornfully. the old sermon
that perfdous man has always preached
against innocent woman"
why, take the affairs we hear OF
every day" he said. the things that
happen to our friends. Do you know
what it is that changes the poor little
farces into high tragedies? 1t is wom-
ans lack of candor, her lack Of a Ger
| tain sense Of honor"
Il demand a case in point" she in
terrupted imperiously,
And when prove my point"
Then | shall prove NINE
They 10th laughed Then he looked
over the green water at the gray, des-
olate rocks His face became serious
We'll. the man in question is not
particularly strong, nor wise, nor good
still"
Still he has the certain sense Of
| honor"
Yes. he has that If he had not,
( should never rake mp for your amuse'
ment the dead ashes fhispast Years anC
| years and years ago lie became engaged
/ The girl was a baby Of is, and hewas ever
more baby of 49, They loved as babies
of IS and 10 will love, and life was {
beautiful dream"
Was she pretty?"
| Yes"
"But--she lacked the certain sense O.
| honor?"
She had the womans code. Sht
would read her Bible all night to a dy
/ ing pauper. and the next night woult
send some fellow who loved her, whom
/ she had made love her, straight TO tn
| devil. Her name was Constance.
"He went abroad He was three year
at a German university, and they wrot
to each other every week. Then he trav
eled, he saw the world. and he fouHt
/ that life is not a beautiful dream.
"The awakening came in Rome.
was September, and the night was ho
and close. He had gone to his room di
rectly after dinner and had started
letter to Constance. All that was beg
in him went into these letters; all tina
he was seeing, feeling, dreaming, hi
plans for the future, his memories O
the past; all this was crowded into let
ters to the woman he loved But OF
this night he found it hard to write
A low. persistent murmur IN the rcou
adjoining troubled him He thought IN,
occupant was merely drunk, still, IL,
sound, coming back ceaselessly, fllct
| his mind with vague uneasiness. II,
forced his thoughts on his letter. an,
wrote a page Suddenly a brass hand
passing below his window, disturbo,
him. 1t was insolontly playing Nc
| Glnty-playing McGinty in tn
sacred city Of Rome When the blair
of brass instruments died away in th,
distance. the haunting murmur hat
risen to a higher key,
God, give me life! l!fe,
"The voice was cry, and my fricrt
dropped his letter and started 10 hi
feet. That man in the next room wa
an Amcrican-was i.l-was probaul
alone,
"No one answered his knock, SO h,
turned the knob and entered the room
The sick man sat up IN bed ard stare,
at him
"'You have come at last" he cried
| 4 was watching for you, graye.dpger,
"The doctor whom my friend sum
moned leaned over his patient and CAV
him a hurried examination Then IN
doctor rubbed his hands and murmurod
IAN interesting case-intorcstni
and desperate