Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1903-11-05

II 81 He laughed as if lie con-
8 n g sidered it rather a good
1 "A ) joke.
1oS Il own,' she said as she
tilted her parasol to shield
his face as well as her own from the
rays OF white, quivering sunlight. that
Il woman does not boast OF her honor
us Il man boasts of his NO" she
went on slowly, "a woman never talks
her code Of honor; she lives it,
"Of course she does-in a way" he
answered reassuringly. "A woman
goes to church ON Sundays. she sends
her dimes to foreign missions. and her
dollars 10 college settlements She does
I'll that SORT OF thing; but where is her
code of honor in the treatment of the
women about her and the men about
hcr-eSpccially the men about herr"
Especially the men about herr she
repeated. Just as if a woman treats a
man with one-haif the duplicity with
which he treats her!''
He threw back his head and laughed
nj her
1t * the same old story" she went
ON. half scornfully, "the old sermon
that porndious man has always
preached against Innocent woman
WHY take the affairs we hear Of
every day he said. 1.-The things that
happen 10 our friends. DO you know
what ii is that changes the poor little
farces into high tragedies: 1t is wom-
ans lack OF candor. her lack of a Ger
Il demand q case in point" she in
terruptcd imperiously
Ard when I prove my point
Then I shall prove mine.''
They both laughed. Then he looked
over the green water at the gray.
hesniaie rocks His face became
serious.
We'll the man i'll question is not
particularly strong nor wise nor good
STILL
Still he has the certain sense of
honor"
Yes. he has that. Il he had rot. I
should never rake up for your amusc-
ment the dead ashes of his past. Years
and Years and years ago ne became
engaged. The girl was 4 baby of
eighteen. and he was even more of !:
bies Of eighteen and nineteen will love
and !ife was a beautiful dream
WIS she prcfty?'
"Ycs''
"But-she lacked t.la certain sense
OF honcr?'
She had the wOman's code She
would read her Bible all night TO {:
dying Dauper, and the next night would
S22d some fellow who loved her. whom
She had made love her, straight to tht
deEii Her name was Constance
H2 went abroad. He was three
Years al a German university, and they
wrote to each other every week. Thel
hc traTcied, he saw the world, aud h
hound t:lat life is not beautiful
dream.
THE awakening came in Rome I
was September and the night was ho
;ld close. He had gone to his room
dnectly after dinner and had started
letter TO Constance. All that wa:
pest III him went into these letters: IL
thi't nc was seeing. feeling, dreaming
ms plans for The future: his memorie
OF the past; all this was crowded int
letters to The woman he loved But ol
this night he found it hard to write
a low. persistent murnur in the room
adjoining troubled him He though
the occupant was merely drunk. still
INC sound coming back ceaselessl
Illled his mind with vague unea siness
nc forced his thoughts OH his lette
ana wrote a page. Suddenly bras
''and. passing below his window, dis
aurhed him. It was insolently playin
hcGinty'-playing 'McGinty' in til
sacred city of Rome! When the blar
OF brass instruments died away i
'he distance the haunting murmu
Aad risen to higher key.
God, give me life! life!'
The voice was cry. and my frien
uropped his letter and started to hi
'ect. Inat man in the next room wa
"l Aincrican-was ill-was probabl
alone.
No one answer his knock, SO L
aurhed the knob and entered the roon
Inc sick man sat up in bed and stare
him.
You have come at lastr he crie
l was watching for you, Graye-di
ger.
Inc doctor. whom my friend sui
lllohed, leaned over his patient az
Ha'e Him hurried examination. The
'iie coctor rubbed his hands and mu
INJURED softly:
An interesting case-interesti1
and desperate.'
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