Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-12-07


sleep with the moaning of the sea in my
ears. and I could dance all night at the
weekly hops without being tired. An
other woman than the domestic person I
had been all summer asserted herself. and
was even more ambitious and grasping
than had been the past winter. For SO
1t is that we change with our environ
ments and develop qualities under certain
new conditions that we would never
recognize in the old.
Up to now I had been content with the
admiration of my husband and a few
women. But in the midst of this gay life
tasted the sweets Of attention from the
opposite sex. Philip Haven was a guest,
TOO, at the Parsons, and before the first
day of my visit was over he was my de-
voted slave. An example of the modern
strenuous pastor, he was an enthusiastic
golfer and an expert sailor. From the
nrst he devoted himself to me, and be-
Phil" and Jackie as we had been in
the days when we went to school to-
gether in Kansas. His growing reputa-
ton as a preacher and a writer shed
certain luster upon the woman who had
been his warm friend for years, and soon
l knew that his friendship had raised me
wonderfully in the estimation of the
summer colony at Meguntic Cove. THAT
handsome Mrs. Jack Henning and bril-
liant Dr.. Haven" were invited every
where, and no yachting, golflng or picnic
party was complete without us.
All too soon the fortnight passed, and
my return to Chicago, when Mrs. Parsons
came to me one day and said:
We'll, Jackie. the people I was expect
Ing INF; to have ave. to put in your room have
written that they cannot come. Now,
what's to hinder your staying through
the rest Of the season with me?'
'Nothing-unless 1t be Joe," added. as
an afterthought. He may object, you
know. although he was very nice about
my coming"
What a model wife," she Knocked.
Now, Jackie, that you're developing into
genuine society woman you ought to
drop that everlasting Joe nonsense. It
savors of the bourgeois"
did not answer. 1 owed her much for
my social education, but there were mo-
ments when my soul rebelled.
Don't mind plain words from an older
Woman-one who has seen and known
the world thoroughly" she contin-
ued. But you're too beautiful and
too popular woman to confine
yourself religiously to one man and
one who doesn't half appreciate you
at that. No; don't interrupt, for I'm going
to have my say Mr.. Henning Is a hard
headed business man, and dare say a very
good man, but in these days no up-to-date
woman depends solely upon one man for
her intellectual stimulus. The more you see
or society the more you realize that educat-
ed and cultured people look upon these mat
tiers with very different eyes from the I'M
educated masses. Your friendship with Dr.
raven Is doing great things for your de-
friendship of brainy man of the world for
a woman-and you're getting it.
You forget that Philip-Dr. Haven Is a
clergyman" l put in.
No, l don't" was the quick repIy ,The
modern parson has to be many-sided and
so strenuous and popular minister as Dr.
Haven is sure to be a well-rounded man of
the world, in the best sense of the phrase
Philip Haven has seen the world and knows
IT, He may be good man, but he is not
an ignorant one. And you, too, young Wo-
man, are getting your eyes open. Now go
and write home that you will remain here
until the house is closed the middle of Sep
tember."
1 went, my cheeks tingling and strange
tumult in my heart. 1 did not wholly re-
sent what she had said and implied: for
had she not paid me the compliment of i'm
plying that was a woman of the world
little, unsophisticated L?
That evening, while a distinguished singer
was entertaining Mrs. Parsons guests.
Philip and l slipped across the balcony for
a little walk in the moonlight, along the
shining beach.
Why are you SO restless?" he asked. as
we paced up and down. This beautiful
moonlight always softens and quiets me-
l feel like quite another man than when l
am at home. going in and out before my
congregation"
And I, too" answered. IT am differ
ent woman from the one who lives in Chi
cago with her husband and babies This
silvery light across the restless moaning
sed, tLiS SOIL, mystic atmosphere, this con-
slant tapping of the water on the Single,
they make me a restless, dissatisfied wo-
man."
Not unhappy" and he stopped short in
his walk and laid one of his strong white
hands on mine.
No, not unhappy 1 said Not exactly
unhappy; but issatisfied-unsatisfled rath-
err 1 yearn for something I have never
known. Perhaps nature meant me for a
poet"
Nature meant you for a very beautiful
woman he said suddenly his clasp closing
on mine. And YOU have nobly fulfilled
your mission there. You have no right to
De unhappy, you lovely Jackie"
Phlllp," l murmured, and knew not
what to say: for the homage of this hand
some, distinguished man was like incense
unto my nostris.
WALL -Aeu oui
But when it comes over me how easily
our paths might have run together in life.
and now you are lost to me" he stopped
ana we went back to the house In silence,
(To be continued tomorrow)