Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-30

ried for love. Robson. poor fellow, had
married for love, too. but Patricia had kept
before him SO constantly the fact that she
had sacrificed SO much for him. that one
day, in fit Of dependency, he had laid
him down and died. The physicians had
given his ailment a conventional name;
but his trouble was more deep-seated. He
had worried himself to death Patricia was
made him q good wife, and had sacrificed
everything for him. She had told him this
so often that she kept repeating it to her
self after his death. And. besides that,
she had a daughter, who loved her, and
whom she loved.
But Patricia Jelliffe Robson had just one
defect. She did not know how to love.
Robson had been a lover. one of the gen.
uine kind She was different, but she did
not know 1t.
Her daughter Margaret, much to her
regret. was Robson and not Jelliffe.
But Margaret was beautiful, and that was
something, after ALL And Margaret, be-
ing beautiful. must marry rich; marrying
poor man, marrying for love-the prin-
eiple was wrong somehow. Mrs. Robson
did not exactly. know how or why. but she
assured herself that 1t was So She knew
1t would be better for Margaret-she real
lied. although she did not acknowledge it,
that 1t would be better for herself And
accordingly she made up her mind.
And Ellington O'Keefe at this juncture
had somehow doomed upon the horizon. And
Mrs Robson. shutting her eyes to Mr..
ancestry, had set herself the task of win
| ming him for Margaret-and herself Mar
garet 1t may be assumed, was more or less
grateful to her ENTHUSIASTICALLY less.
1t was about Week-perhaps less-after
Constitutional Smith had entered the shop
OF John Lorimer; a few days, in fact after
smith had received the letter signed Pa
tricia Jelliffe Robson" that a tall young
man with clear-cut features and a promi-
nent nose, and a good chin and a good back
to his head, stood within the home of Mrs.
Patricia Jelliffe Robson and that of her
daughter Margaret. He leaned against the
mantel.
Before him there stood young girl-a
girl with lustrous eyes that looked straight
anxiety and trouble. This girl was Miss
Margaret Robson This young man was
John Lorimer, consulting chemist They
were alone.
Lorimer's face had gone suddenly white.
"You-you have no right" he said In q
choking voice You know what it means.
1t means the destruction of two lives-of
yours and mine. It's wrong. You know it's
| wrong. You-you have no right, Margaret"
he repeated helpleSsly.
She had glanced down for an instant.
Again she looked at him with that express
sion of deep trouble in her eyes.
1T is not question" she began in low
voice. which trembled at the irst, but grew
stronger she proceeded. "of what you
and 1 may think is right, but only of what
there is for me to do 1 must marry this
man. My mothers heart is set upon it;
her future welfare and comfort depend upon
it. / owe it to her. l owe many things to
you; have known you for some years. 1
owe more to my mother. She is to be con-
sidered. She must be considered first. 1
must doit There is no other way"
He turned upon her fercely. Consider"
he exclaimed, you do not consider" She
stopped him with gesture.
Consider" she returned YEARLY; not
consider" She caught his by the arm.
Can you look at my face, John Lorimer,
and say that l do not consider-that do
not think of you? What has kept me from
sleep night after night but this? You say
/ do not consider you. Do you think do
not consider myself, who have told you
time and time again, IL love you
She stopped suddenly, and sinking into a
chair at the table hid her face in her
hands He came over and touched her
gently on the head.
Leave 1t to me, Peggy he said; 'let me
decide. If you love me, we, We ought not
to-we must not part. 1t would be worse,
Peggy, than a mistake. 1t would be
crime"
She shook her head. There's a higher