Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-11-13

In the last two years. she had learn
ed much of the innate goodness of the
man she had married, and now she
had found the tables turned upor. her.
She had forfeited her husbands love.
killed it by her GOODNESS and now it
was too late. He would never ask
again, and she was too proud to do
anything but regret her blindness.
She shivered slightly as the car
rage passed under a street lamp and
the light fell on his stern, clean-cut
face. She was wondering if he were
regretting his marriages.; nothing he
did told her anything, except that he
was away from home great deal and
spoke less than ever. He expected her,
she knew, to appear with him in pub
lie, and she did so tirelessly.
She was tired tonight, however, on
her return home While waiting in the
hall for a moment she had heard q
mans voice saying, "The Beauty is
handsomer than ever, by Jove, and
carries herself better and better She
made a good bargain when she mar
ried Darragh'
He made just as good a one," said
another man, "he got the handsomest
woman of the season; he knew she
only wanted his money; he gave it to
her and she has given him son, so
guess they're quits
Yes, but men get tired of icebergs
and Darragh's only human"
only human" she thought, and
held her head higher; she could not.
she knew, play the role OF the DESERT
ed wife. She must do something if
only for Geoffrey's sake, he must hear
nothing more.
The next evening when she went to
bid him good night, she found her
husband there before her. Coming
along the hall, she could hear the boy
gravely telling him about the hand.
kerchief and explaining it to him.
Smell it, father, Just smell it.
| wouldn't you like one too?"
Yes, son, father would like one"
"Well, Well tell mother when she
comes. Mother, father wants smelly
handkerchief like mine"
Mrs. Darragh's eyes met her hus.
bands. DO you?" she asked coldly.
He bowed and held out his hand for
the bit of lace she put into it.
"Now, kiss me good night, mother,
| That's it. Now, kiss father, too.'
Humoring him she bent over. mot
on his face mother, on his mouf where
you kiss me. Isn't it nice, father, isn't
it nice?"
| Yes, Godfrey, good night I must
co. The mans voice was cold. He
was struggling to regain himself and
seemed sterner than ever
"Geoffrey, do you love your mother
very, very much?" Mrs. Darragh
asked him, and there were tears in
her eyes.
yes, mother, yes, very much, and
father very much, too. You smell just
as good as ever"
Her fears were groundless," she
thought, as she laid him down. He
noticed nothing; he was too little and
had already forgotten his question of
the night before
| On her way down stairs, she passed
the library door. A reflection in mir
ror made her pause GREATNESS. Oar
ragh was sitting in chair, holding
her handkerchief out before him. As
she looked, he crushed it in his hand,
then let it fall on the table in front
of him and, with sob. put his head
l down and hnrio1 foo IN he.
faint odor Of the violets reached her.
She stole quietly away with wet eyes
and great JOY in her heart.
Two hours later knock came at
the door Of her dressing room and
her husband entered.
Il have brought you your handker-
chief, it was good of you to humor
the boy, Edith" he laid it down on the
dressing table and turned to 60.
! She leaned forward little and said
softly, John, would you like to keep
! it,"
! He started violently and turned
| toward her again. She wondered that
she had ever thought his eyes stern.
YES" he whispered.
You can have it, il" she falter-
ed, all her pride gone.
Darragh gazed at her, scarcely be-
lieving his eyes. "Yes?" he said again
hoarsely.
IF you'll take me with it," she MUIR
INJURED.
His arms went round her. Edith,
Edith, do you love me?" And as she
lifted her face to his, "Sweetheart,
sweetheart"
Later they went together to Geof-
frey's room. He was lying on his side,
one arm over his head, and under his
cheek, the little handkerchief.
His mother kissed him gently and
whispered, Dear little boy, dear little
boy"
"He guards his treasure well,' said
the father softly, "just as will guard
! nine"
Mrs. Darragh said nothing, but with
tears in her eyes, went into the arms
held out to her.