The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1905-05-10

FOE II own" she said as sht
tilted her parasol to shield
his face as well as her own from the
rays Of white. quivering sunlight, that
woman does not boast Of her honor
as a 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, reassurlngly. "A woman
goes to church ON Sundays, she sends
her dimes to foreign missions, and her
dollars to college settlements. She does
all that sort of thing; but where is her
code Of honor in the treatment Of the
women about her and the men about
her-especially the men about herY'
Especially the men about her?" she
repeated, Just as If a woman treats a
man with one-half the dupllcity 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 perfdious man has always
preached against innocent womanm
''Why take the affairs we hear Of
every day he said. ''the things that
happen to our friends. DO you know
what 1t is that changes the poor little
farces into high tragedies? 1t is wom-
ans lack of candor, her lack of GER
tain sense of honor"
Il demand case in point" she in
terrupted imperiously.
"And when prove my point?" As
'Then / shall prove miner
They both laughed Then he looked
over the green water at the gray,
desoate rocks. His face became
serious.
"Well the man in question is not
particularly strong nor wise nor good
still"
"shll he has the certain sense of
honorw
eyes, he has that If he had not,
should never rake up for your amuse-
ment the dead ashes Of his past Years
and years and years ago he became
engaged. The girl was Il baby of
eighteen. and he was even more Of a
baby of nineteen. They loved as pa
bies Of eighteen and nineteen will love,
and life was a beautiful dream"
~'Was she pretty?' aaFES
~'Yes." 'Sv-
~But-she lacked TIE certain sense
of honerw
"She had the woman's code. She
would read her Bible all night to a
dying pauper, and the next night would
send some fellow who loved her, whom
she had made love her. straight to the
devil Her name was Constance.
''He went abroad. He was three
years at German university and they
wrote to each other every week. Then
he travelled, he saw the world, and he
found that life is not a beautiful !
dream.
"The awakening came in Rome. 1t
was September and the night was hot |
and close. He had gone to his room |
directly after dinner and had started |
letter to Constance. All that was |
best in him went into these letters; all |
that he was seeing. feeling, dreaming; !
his plans for the future; his memories |
of the past; all this was crowded into |
letters to the woman he loved. But on |
this night he found it hard to write |
"A low, persistent murmur in the room |
adjoining troubled him. He thought |
the occupant was merely drunk, still |
the sound coming back ceaselessly |
filled his mind with vague uneasiness.
He forced his thoughts on his letter
and wrote a page. Suddenly a brass |
band, passing below his window, dis
turbed him. 1t was insolently playing |
'McGinty' playing 'McGinty in the
sacred city of Rome! When the blare
Of brass instruments died away in
the distance, the haunting murmur
had risen to a higher key.
"'God. give me lifel lifer
''The voice was a cry. and my friend |
dropped his letter and started to his
feet. That man in the next room was
an American-was ill-was probably
alone
mo one answered his knock. so he
turned the knob and entered the room.
The sick man sat up in bed and stared
at him.
You have come at lastp he cried.
I was watching for you, Grave-dig-
gerr
"The doctor. whom my friend sum-
moned, leaned over his patient and
gave him hurried examination. Then
the doctor rubbed his hands and mur-
INJURED softly
An interesting notwithstanding
and desperate
3 Constance is calling -calllng-call-
ing. and cannot go to her. They are
holding me down. They are trying to
bury met
"There was table by the bedside.
On the table was a haIf-burned candle
and a photograph propped against an
empty coffee cup--a photograph Of a
woman. My friend reached for it,
gave it one look, then quietly put it
back. face downward, on the table.
" 'Digging-digging- -digging-ahl the
spade struck a rockr
Fever said the doctor; extreme
mental tension: outlook tedious-nroh-