Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1907-11-21
That Is what I want"

That is all?" Glomer questioned.
He asked 1t so quietly that had Bran
don been woman he would probably
have fallen upon his friends neck and
besought him to let him share his
disappointment. Being a man and a
student he could only silently pass
over the book. Glomer took it. and
taking an envelope from his pocket
carefully copied the law.
What is it all about, Glomer?" he
asked carelessly.
Glomer lifted himself a little higher
and shook his head
Il intend to marry Miss Hansel If
| can succeed in steering clear of her
Taifuns. When l marry, I want a
home, but IL l am to be stormed out
OF 1t half the time, l had better stay
single. A home that is only half a
home is ever the worst of boarding
places"
He thanked Brandon for his scien-
dhc assistance and went away with
Ballots law in his breast pocket.
house with an uncontrolled Gle
ment in it can never be home
Glomer recognized that He RECAP
nized also that house presided over
by any woman save this one woman
could never be a home to him. If
was Mary Hansel for wife or no wife
and Richard Glomer knew II. II all
looked very hopeless. The trivial ma.
ture OF the cause of her anger made
him shudder. He saw their homo
quiet shattered day after day by some
Insignificant annoyance. "A home
should be place of peace" he quoted
wistfully. And then the decision came
soberly; IF my home cannot be that,
give me an empty heart and desolate
days"
All his life, Glomer had been one Of
the homeless ones and like all the
homeless his dream of happiness had
been to have a home.
Ten years had he worked hard for
the wherewithal to set up a house
and having won that he had turned
wistfully to seek the wife who would
make of that house the home Of his
dreams. He had -ound brilliant wom-
en- and beautiful ones who could look
kindly upon a successful young en-
gineer; witty women, wise women,
women who could, talk, or walk, or
carry their clothes. Women who sang,
who read, who wrote. But women
who warmed to tho drudgery Of house
keeping he had not found. Many
frankly protested their preference for
boarding. Some evaded the subject.
few went SO far as to say that they
preferred single-blessedness to
slavery.
And then Glomer had met Mary
Hansel and loved her from the min
ute OF their meeting. She did not
enthuse over the joys of housekeep-
ing, It is true. but she accepted as
reasonable the proposition that If a
man could keep up an establishment,
he had right to the priv
ilege of home and Glomer
had wooed her eagerly, visit
fully, until on the-eve of his proposal
had come this fash of temper that
lighted his future with a gristly blue
and showed him what a lettering toy
was the home he hoped for. 1t was
desperation that drove him to Bran
don; 1t was desperation that made
him cling to the belief that all storms,
human or divine, are caused by a
lowering of temperature-arise from
physical conditions only; not from
temperament. It was desperation that
kept him studying the notes on his
envelope while he waited In Miss
Hansels parlor. He could make but
little OF the law though he read and
re-read: 'The center of the storm
Will be on your left"
True enough, the center of the
storm was on his left, but, bent over
Ballots law. Glomer was not aware
OF the fact until voice came concise
ly from the window seat:
What are you reading, Mr..
Glomer?"
Glomer got up, went over to the
window seat and handed Miss Hansel
the envelope.
She conned the pencil writing and:
Ballots law" she commented with
out warmth. Does it interest your"
Yes"
at is not a reliable law" she told
him; 1T overlooks the incurvature
of the wind Ship captains, obeying
this law, have sometimes steered
straight into the center of the cy-
clone"
Glomer sat down dejectedly.
Does 1t interest you so much?" she
asked
I thought it was safe law" he
told her quietly. Il thought that by
obeying it might be able to steer
clear OF your gust of temper and-we
could have home"
Miss Hansel looked at him and
looked at the paper she held and
looked at her weakness and the
wreckage 1t had left In its wake
When she spoke her tone was low:
TT would not be possible to make