The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-06-18

chestra struck up Home, Sweet
Home" and the girls hurried to the
dressing room for their wraps. He
waited at the door for Carol.
May | walk home with you?" he
asked as she cume from the dressing
room In her smart coat and furs.
tiff you won't be cross again." a.
sented Carol. slipping her arm through
his. You know very WELL" she added
as they descended the stairs, that
Tommy Madigan was not next on my
list. and yet you got angry because |
urged you to stay here at home IN
stead of trying your luck in town."
II know | was foolish" he asserted.
a little sadly. I'D stand no chance
with those city bred fellows. You al
ways were clever and could get
ahead"
ut isn't that" explained Carol. I'm
going to tell you all about it. Seth. It's
all been Il big mistake. Everybody up
here suppoSes that am doing SO we'll
rest without waiting for the summer
vacation. That's not it at all"
But you're here. and it's only April"
he reminded her
I'm he.e." she went on. because |
broke down trying to live and dress
myself and do everything on 81
week | had to have nice clothes or |
could not get place. ! had to put my
money on my back instead of into my
food They have no use for girl who
does not convey the impression that
the office is Il prosperous one. I'm sick
and tired Of it all, and loathp the idea
Of going back"
"YOu wouldn't care to stay on here"
he declared incredulously. You don't
have half the fun This was big
event tonight for us. Just contrast it
with the times you have in town"
81 have; that's what maIes me so
miserable" she confessed. "ln town
don't go to the great balls you read
about unless it's to stand outside in
the street and catch glimpse Of the
rich people as they go in. My balls are
In halls smaller than this town hall,
theater, it's to climb to the top gallery
to hang over the rail and see only a
part of the stage"
"And you'd rather stay here in
BrOadwater?" he asked. You'd rath-
er live in this sleepy old town than in
the city. with all the lights and lifeT
Carol looked about her. An April
rain that afternoon had left the air
cool and sweet. The scent of moist
earth and of growing things filed the
air with fragrance. and the moon
touched with kindly light the little
huddle of houses cleaning white
against the soft new green of the bud
ding trees.
Then she thought Of the. city, with
Its noisome streets. the trenches
smelling of gas pipes and sewers, Of
the reeking pavements aud. the harsh
glare of the electric lights.
She contrasted the quiet of the night
with the hurrying, jostling throng Of
humanity, men and women who never
were rested. who thought only Of
themselves and had no time for 9th
ers.
"You don't know-the city," she said,
with little sob in her voice. It's
vampire, merciless and menacing. 1t
sucks your lifebloOd and throws you
aside for fresh victims
Then why go back?" asked Seth
| quietly. 81 haven't spoken before be-
cause l thought that you never would
be content with Broadwater again, but
II you want to stay, dear, can't you
stay-as my wife,
The glad light sprang to Carols
eyes, but the eternal feminine within
her rose. 1t seemed too easy a sur
render.
II have the return half of my tick
et" she objected. Il can't waste that"
"Ill get one, too," he suggested,
land we'll go together-On our honey
moon"
I'D like to go back to the city-foT
honeymoon" said Carol shyly. 1T
seems a shame-to waste the ticket"
"Well save it, cried Seth jubilant-
ly. I'm grateful to the city since 1t
sent you back home-to me-"