The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1905-12-01


husly- sre said sled never erred rot
me- He palio s Cd liard ain. me-
ef-sis that
NE sudden Iron Of his via and N'sla
speechless
Answer me. Is itf Hls command
rang out Ike pistol shot and dan
gerous gleam lay level In his eyes.
ssYeS,I she admitted utterly thrown
on her guard
eat LEAST he said dnaily, and his
voice sounded miles and miles away,
eve have the truth at last. Now We
may understand each other
From that time on sretn was a.
completely ignored as lf she had beer
the bisque sheTherless on the DRAWING
room cabinet. From Detng everythInS
IN the house she and her mother had
suddenly become notnmg. It was Al
most as if they were remaining there
IKE tine maids on two weeks notice
One morning they told him that his
wife was calling for him They led him
Into cool, dim room When he be
came accustomed TO the half light he
saw that Greta, the pink rose, had
turned to nm exquisite white lily. he
spoke to her gently, considerably, as
EeeIinS-had not she herself killed it9
But all the damned up love In the
mans nature went Immediately out to
the human tribe in blue ribbons and
lace which the nurse held on pillow
for hfs inspection
Johns son and heir grew and thriyeo
daily. Life for the first time since his
marriage again became invested with
a meaning for John, and God existed
after ALI The father directed his
household with the power and the su-
perb Indifference of a king, and the
women folk were treated almost as ci-
piers. Mr.. John Selwyn, man of'af-
fairs to be reckoned with, wei dreSsed'
well hammered, polished In speech
went to his offices every morning. In
the afternoons he drove out with his son
and his sons nurse in his sons landau
behind his sons magnificent horses.
From the moment Of her child's birth
Greta had felt a tenderness toward
John-the tenderness OF wife who
has borne man son. Now she was
beginning to feel other things. She
smiled as she remembered her irrita-
tton at his social derelictions. his old
time lack of etiquette which had seem
ed to her n hopeless stumbling block
In the why of mutual happiness But
now-even IL he hadn't mastered those
deficiencies, which obviously be had
what were such small matters compar-
ed with the power to face the realities
of existence? And how big he was In
all big thIngsl
One day she came to him, dumb,
pathetic question In each purple eye.
tFWhat is it3'' he asked generously
Her short upper lip tremhled, and with
out warning she burst into tears
IL want you to love me again
Love you2 As the woman WHO
bears my name, as the mother of my
son-why. could scarcely help but DO
that."
"No. nor she cried, as one who really
suffers. ~ don't mean that way
want you to love me as you used to.
I'm Just longing to have you come ana
kiss me-when you don't have to, you
know
He stood precisely where he was,
Rauging the sObbing little figure for
long, long while in utter silence. First
he measured her severely, then qaes
tfoningIy. Last of all, a sudden soft
ness stole over him and swept him on
his feet.
without a word, but with eyes that
were wet, he crossed the room and
took her protectingly in his big arms
lust then the nurse fetched their small
son in, growing with delight