The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1904-11-04

lie what that would mean to a nice
wOman?"
What would it mean?r Sylvia be
gan nervOUsly to punch holes in the
sofa cushion with her scarfpin.
That for the future her friends
must be among a set Of people who
really are what she is merely called;
that the man for whom she sacrificed
everything couldn't sacrifice enough
for her to point out to her that duty
was stronger than love. Love isn't
everything, dear
There was a certain big, caressing
tone in his voice which uncOnsciously
made Sylvia bark back to the OLD
honeymoon days before she had dis
covered that marriage with him was
"a mOckery." She took out her hand
kerchief, a ridiculous bit Of lawn and
lace, and touched her eyes furtively.
That's from the worlds viewpoint, -
he continued. Then, there's the hus-
band. judge from what you say he
isn't wholly q rum lot. Perhaps
even if he hasn't very fine, poetic
tastes-perhaps he also realizes that
he bOres the woman he loves. Maybe
he does love her in spite Of his blunt,
ordinary bTusqueness. Maybe he thinks
all day at the Office how, if this or
that deal goes through, it'll mean
more dainty Injuries for her. Maybe
he hurries home after business hours
so that he can put on his dinner
clothes, knowing that pleases her fas-
tidiOus tastes and makes him a bit
more cOngenial to her. Perhaps, even
if he does pick up his newspapers,
and doesn't read poetry to her, it's
kind of paradise merely to have her
in the room with him Some men are
made like that, you know"
There was another furtiye mop with
the ridiculous little handkerchief Why
did her husbands voice, when it was
tender, always have that mastery over
herr
And some evening" pursued that
masterfuI voice, when he has hurried
home, perhaps he finds pinned to one
o. his ties a note saying it's all been
a mistake; that at last she's found q
man 'cOngeniaP to her and has run on
with him. And while the cook, all IN
suspecting. is about to serve the din
ner for two, he stands there cold and
stunned-turned out Of paradisei The
worst OF it is" Jack added, beginning
to pace slowly up and down the room,
''the worst of it is, he'll never get rid
Of the reproach that If he hadn't mar
ried her, and led her to make this mis-
take, she might always have been as
white and pure as a swan" Silence.
SO you advise me too tell her
that" there was a queer little
catch in Sylvia's voice; she could get
no further.
Yes, dear" came her husbands
voice, tenderly- Tell her that per
haps She made q mistake in thinking
it's al mistake. A fellows not as
big as a wOman's first ideals Of him
are; but he's usually bigger and bet
ter than she thinks when she's disil-
Iusioned-
Sylvia had buried her face in the
sofa cushion and was sObbing ont
right now. Her husband crossed the
room and, sitting beside her, began tc
smoothe the little cUrls and tendrils
OF her hair
Sweetheart he said. choking
bit, tell her TO. love and be patieai
with her husband, as you love and-ars
patient with me You do love me2s
wistfglly.
Don't I, thought cried Sylvia, JOY
fuEy. throwing her ANS about his
r1eck and smOehering him with neg
Iscted kisses And you certainly I
know how to give advice. Jacki''-Vee
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