The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1906-11-25


wearing that forced and sickly smile
OF happy freedom. But. way down deep
In her heart turks the vain regret over
her once deliberately chosen fate that
would inevitably deny her companion.
ship and motherhood This age pa.
rades a false freedom that promises
immunity from drudgery-an artistic
life that would escape the sweet and
holy duties OF a home. But after the
escape Is made one wakes too late to
find the shadows lengthening. And
now you sit repining-solitary and
alone.
Absorbed in your life work you
saw Yes You have made a fortunate
escape from an unsuccessful husband
who simply failed TO pile up gold for
you You have ignored the man who
did not chance TO be the idol OF his
kind You withdrew your heart and
nothing more than his Unborn pecu.
/ liarities and eccentricities-like you.
| You refused our heart to as kingly a
| lover as ever breathed because the
signs did not point TO honeymoons
/ that would be all the time the same.
| Oh yes, You dreamed Of fairy prince
I Ia, h.. 70 no a tfv,tr Of ht
fairy queen; the woman who could
kiss away his cares when night drew
en- the woman who might dissolve all
! his anNie'ies i'm the sweetness of her
! loving heart; the woman who would
rather love him in a hovel than to hate
! him on a throne; the woman who
would adore him just wnen the world
misunderstood and despised Yes; men
DO see fairy forms-but they're queens
like that That's the woman that has q
right to sit with him on his throne
whether clay or gold
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Nobody doubts former Senator Bur
tons guilt Of an oNense for which he
is serving time in Jail at Ironton and
deprived forever OF regaining public
confidence and office. What career
that little woman is having Indiana
school teacher at II, the betrothed
and the bride of a struggling young
lawyer in frontier village. his com
panion in a great Kansas campaign,
still his sweetheart when law laid its
heavy hand upon him-and then wife
of a federal prisoner. Who knows, II
in her heart. she believes or doubts
drawn in the old happy home, that
heroic little woman fingers near the
Jail through the Ions hours OF every
night. But when day dawn comes, the
first thing the prisoner sees is the
lOyesmiles of his faithful wife, and
in her hand roses on which the dew.
drops still sparkle. His troubles-just
ir unjust is not a question open to her
mind-seem to aggravate and inspire
her devotion till 1t becomes tragic. An,
for that reason alone Senator Burton
bears his public humiliation defantly.
The truth is, the darker the night the
brighter the stars For the very same
young Harry Thaw sold her vast Pitts.
burg estate II she might only linger
near the corridors OF the Tombs, II
perchance she might keep loving Wig
lis over the slumbers OF her boy. Oh,
however sinful, II love is left to weep
alone II can but die. Nor has the cho-
him when he was free-nor has she
'orsaken him. Whatever may be the
yials OF wrath heaped upon that poor
girls head by her own sex, thought
less and frigid still she's true. And /
notice now. II perchance she might
save him. she confesses to the legal
wizard OF the Pacific coast the sins
Of her girlhood before she even knew
Harry Thaw. A man would be heart,
, less were he to plead for such defense
yet when such love inspires the he.
roic act the world of men forget the
, sins-no matter what their kind In
such a revelation as that. Evelyn Mes.
bit Thaw IS infinitely better than the
woman who would drag the past
through the streets. Most friends are
no more than graveyard ghouls who
! with spade in hand, stand ready to