Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-18
CHAPTER xxxIv.
Katharine Appeals to Winslow

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The story had tt be told by the Sentinel
the next morning II could not be post
poned or ignored Penrose did his disnified
best with it. but it read after all. very
much like other stories OF eonjugal quar-
rel and consequent tragedy Katharine
writhed as she read 1t. in the seciusion
OF her own room. before the are OF logs
which cracked ON the hearth.
Why had she forced into her life one SO
unrelated to It. gone outside of the ap-
propriass setting. the adapted circle. to
draw and hold one whose whole life lay else
where-save the point where they touched.
All. but they touched! When had this ever
happened to her before? With the rest OF
the world. with the appropriate setting, the
adapted circle. she had had bowling ac-
quaintance. no more.
Whose fault was that? Surely not the
fault OF those who loved her and tried to
study her needs 1t was her own willfui
1avors, unusual experiences. and cheaper
herself to obtain them. That was the bit
terness OF it, that she had cheapened her
self. she. Katharine Sinclair. with her pride.
to satisfy craving for something which
all the while was not hers.
Was not hers? Was ever anything more
hers than that brief contact with the un-
seen. mysterious workings of life?
oul-i&OW ulu II uihcT tTOfH tiic otoii.o'S
experience OF every woman who loves? Why
fancy that she had rights and privileges
forbidden them? Call things by their right
names, Katharine Sinclair. You wanted this
man. His need of you was the plea tnat
you used, but you wanted him. you would
have him. Well? What have you had?
What have you now? You have broken
your jar of precious ointment upon his
head-and he Is a felon--accused OF murder
lin JAIL awaiting sentence!
Mamma called voice outside, MANI
mai"
Run away. Elsie; Mammals busy" she
replied
Il can't piped the voice. II must come
in!'
Her mother.s.own childi' muttered katn-
arine. rising and finging open the door;
Elsie promptly entered. Sailor Boy, the
knitted worsted doll. was thrust into her
belt; Bettine. the bisaue toy, sat stif1y erect
in a go-cart pushed before her, and Nancy,
the big. floppy rag baby. survivor of count
her shoulder. II had to have them ALL
sighed Elsie. as she climbed into her moth
er's lap. II was so lonesome.
why aren't you at lessons with Aunt
Emmeline and Marguerite?" inquired her
'HThere aren't any," replied Elsie prompt
~. There aren't going to be any, at pres.
sn aaat her + So
Aunt Ernmelfne said shook.
NO. she didn't; she never says such
things
amendment. And. Mary Flynn's out In
| the kitchen. crying. with Nora Jerry
cried too. when he came in from the barn.
l saw him. Mother!" Elsie very seldom
said Mother" 1t denoted unusual serious
ness on her part.
"WeH?" said Katharine.
Where is c. VIZ
How should / know, E,lsie?"
rs he In tail?''
what a question: exclaimed Katharine.
pushing the child from her knee. Run and
tell Nora to come to me at once, and then
go and play with your dollies
Il can't play" fretted the child. I'm so
nervous,"
run along. and do as I tell you"
Elsie reluctantly trundled the go-cart out
of the ROOM Over her shoulder the rag
baby Hoped disconsolateiy.
Nora soon appeared, swollen ana as
torted Nora. with agitated fingers plating
the corner Of her apron.
Elsie is not to go into the Kitchen
again." commanded Katharine sternly, or
anywhere else where she can hear talk.
"But she that bound and deter
mined pleaded Nora.
II don't care if she Is. If she won't
mind. you come and tell me.
Still Nora fingered What is it?'' asked
her mistress.
and is wantin word with YOU, ma'am, If
youth be SO kind.
Nora's lips quivered. She threw her
apron over her head. Manners or no, she
could not hold in another minute.
you may send her to me-" said Kath-
arine formally
Nora quickly vanished, and in her place
Mary Flynn appeared. She had worked for
the Sinclairs when Katharine was young
girl. and her Old name for her mistress
daughter arose to her lips 'Oh, Miss
Kitty, ma am. whatever are we to do. she
cried. wringing her hands.
II don't see that are called upon to
do snything. said o katharine eoid ny, ,o,n.
friends" faltered Mary Folks do be
@People are very free with their tongues"
said Katharine CURLY. Mr.. Vaughan has
beer an occasional caller at the house
Why don't YOU go to my brother? He Is
the one for you to see IL it's a-petition."
at amt ma am. 1t amt, Miss Kitty.
sign it, what ails EN- all. / dunno. Ne
own man, that'n do anything ] ask him.
won't stir foot. An here's that poor
felly, widout even a lawyer. They all
where's Mr. Barker?" inquired Katha-
rine sharply "Oh. / see. He is district
attorney"
There's no one else 'cep Mr. Winslow
an you an, him bein' friends as I said"
So that was what she meant. It was
Wipslow and not Vaughan Of whom she
spoke.
low to def1nd him-the poor soul. the poor
SOUR Mary wiped her eyes with corner
of her shawl 'Oh. ma am" she continued,
III you Cud see MIN THIS summer, Wneu
there warn't no doctor to be had Did We
hear that / had him wild the last wan?
Well, did. My man says to me, says he,
Are ye goin' to have that Dyer am.
says I. What else would I do? There
amt a woman around that knows how,
an Elliott Is thrying' to be state senator
an Addisons full all the tofme. Sure,
Bridget Donohoo had him an that Cornish
woman that lives over beyant, an says I,
TIL have him. If he'll come. An he come,
on the aidge of the avenin' an stayed till
break o. day. An there I was a-hollerin
an thinkin I was dead. An says he,
sHouid on to the Lord, Mary An say I.
Tn a-houldin', but 1t looks like He amt
there 'H0uld on to me, them. says he,
an give me the two hands of him. Dye
mind his hands, ma amp
Did shef Those haunting. helpful hands!
Tho two women were sobbing together,
now clinging like sisters
'Iu do what I can, Mary" faltered
Katharine. "rn see Mr.. Winslow. VIII you
take note to him for meT'
"That winT cried Mary. wiping away
the tears. PUT IT to him the way ye know
how, darfin'."
"Ili ask him to call said Katharine,
sesting herself at her desk. "I'H have him
come right away"
ssDo, darlin'." urged Mary.
As soon as she had dispatched the note
Kafbariue's heart mfsxayo her She ran