Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1907-08-16
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to be true: But you will not. You
know it would take some one stronger
than your uncle, stronger than your
parents, to swerve me from what
believe right for you and for me-"
had no fear for tomorrow" The
hour when she could defy me had
passed
A long. long silence, the electric
speeding southwark under the arch
Ing trees of the West Drive. l re-
member it was as we skirted the low
er end of the Mall that she said even
ly: You have made me hate you
so that it terrifies me. | am afraid
of the consequences that must come
to you and to me-"
And well you may be-" | answered
gently. For you've seen enough of
me to get at least hint of what |
would do, if goaded to it. Hate is
terrible, Anita, but love can be more
terrible"
At the Willoughby she let me help
her descend from the electric, waited
until | sent 1t away, walked beside me
into the building. My man, Sanders,
had evidently been listening for the
elevator; the door opened without my
ringing, and there he was, bowling
low. She acknowledged his welcome
with that regard for appearances
that training had made instructive.
In the center of my-our-drawing-
room table wa3 mass of fresh white
roses. Where did you get emf"
I asked him. in an aside.
THE elevator boys brother. sir"
he replied, works in the florists shop
Just across the street, next to the
church. He happened to be down
stairs when l got your message, sir.
So / was able to get few flowers.
I'm sorry, sir, l hadn't little more
time"
You've done noble" said 1. and
shook hands with him warmly.
Anita was greeting those flowers
as if they were friend suddenly ap-
pearing in a time of need. She turned
now and beamed on Sanders.
THANK you, she said; thank you.
And Sanders was hers
Anything | can do-ma' am-sir?"
asked Sanders.
"Nothing-except send my maid as
soon as she comes" she replied
81 shan't need you," said l.
Mr. Monson is still here" he said,
lingering. shall l send him away,
sir, or do you wish to see him?"
I'm speak to him myself in a mo-
ment," | answered.
When Sanders was gone, she seated
herself and absently played with the
buttons of her glove.
shall / bring Monson? | asked.
"You know. he's my-factotum-'
81 do not wish to see him" she
answered.
You do not like him."
After a brief hesitation she an
swered, mo" Not for worlds would
she just then have admitted, even to
herself that the cause of her dislike
was her knowledge of his habit of
tattling, with suitable embroideries.
his lessons to me-
l restrained strong impulse to ask
her why, for instinct told me she had
some especial reason that somehow
concerned me. l said merely:
Then | shall get rid OF him.
Not on my account" she replied
lndifferenuy. q care nothing about
him one way or the other"
He goes at the end of his month,
said l.
She was now taking off her gloves
Before your maid comes" | went on,
"let me explain about the apartment.
This room and the two leading out
of it are yours. My own suite is on
the other side of our private hall
there"
She colored high. paled. [ saw that
she did not intend to speak
/ stood awkwardly, waiting for
something further to come into my
own head Good night" said | IL
nally, as if | were taking leave of a
formal call.
She did not answer. left the
room, closing the door behind me |
paused an instant. heard the key click |
IN the lock And | burned in hot
hush VI SudinC tiidb ohC chOAia ~ I
thinking thus basely of me-and with |
good cause. How could she know, !
how appreciate even if she had
known? you've had to cut deep.
said to myself. But the woundsll /
heal, though it may take long--very I
long" And | went on my way, not
wholly downcast
I joined Monson in my little smok-
ing-room Congratulate you, he
began, with his nasty. superciIious
grin, which of late had bsen getting
on my nerves severely.
Thanks" l replied curly, paying
no attention to his outstretthed hand.
81 want you to put notice of the
marriage in tomorrow morr fng's Her
AID"
Give me the acts-clergyman
and so on" said he.
Unnecessary. answered. Just
pur names and the date that's all
You'd hotfer sfen lively IT'S late |