The Washington herald., 1908-08-04
THE TURN OF THE TIDE.
By HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL
By HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL

woman she IS. how can she help Ioathlng
me2 If 7 could have dragged her down 70
my levei-I WAS tempted-I-
You thought OF thst2"
yes; I deliberately thought Of that
There must have been laughter among
the gods. They had laid the trap for me
and I walked into it
And that was the end7''
Not quite. ! wrote letter"
'ExF .aining?'
Yes" He laughed softly. 7 tried 10
explain And I despised myself for doing
II. because from the very beginning I
knew what I was about. a certain lady
may not be the unsOphisticated victim
the British public believes her 10 be. but
that fact does not whitew2sh ne"
Joy answered the letter.
Yes I have her answer here"
He took from his pocket an envelope.
soiled and frayed at the edges. Tisdale
took IL A surgeon sees humanity at its
best and worst And the eyes peTceIving
beneath the fair white flesh the lesion
that presently the knife VIII lay bare,
perceive also the misery the despair.
underlying the smooth brow and bravely
smiling mouth The men and women who
walk into the operating room with
firm step and jest may be. upon their
lips, excite a more poignant pity and sym
ing. 10 an Inevitable ordeal The soldiers
who stood in their ranks when the Bir-
kenhead went down bring the tears 10
our eyes
Because Hugo smiled as he handed
Joys letter 20 Tisdale, the latter turned
away his eyes.
a strong man can always ind work IN
this world I cannot see you Ny last
word IS: Begin again"
That was all. but the handwriting was
uneven; as II e had been written By an
old woman with dimmed eyes and trem-
bling fingers Tlsdale looked at il long
and closely, then. with a sigh, be re-
turned It 20 Hugo
When he spoke again he had uncon-
sciously assumed his abrupt professional
tone
She IS quite right. Charters. And the
message means as much 70 me as 70 you
I Ny work thank Cod les ready 70 my
hand What yours is. don't know.
[ believe that you viii find H. II you look
I for IL Somewhere n England OF out OF
I England. q job IS waiting for you AS for
/ her
He paused, thinking. intently: endeav-
I oring 10 see the future with q woman s
/ eyes
Tell ne about her
For two months her looks have xor-
I ried ne I thought she vas frettIng about
/ her father. Now I understand 7 don't
I think she VIII ever marry
Burgess said that too
/ Did he2 It's something not easily ex-
1 planned. something n the temperament
I and character which stretches back and
/ back for generations. something peculiar
I 20 our northern races. Do you ever think
I OF the women devOJt1g their lives 70
/ other wOmeR's Children the nurses. gov
erness. and maiden aUnts2 The moth
I e-s, who perhaps are entirely wrapped
I UP n their husbands. OF lovers. or Guuse-
ments, take the credit. you may be sure.
I but We doctors know Potentially. nearly
/ all these women were intended 10 be
I mothers. and the maternal instinct can
| not be destroyed. although L may be d.
I verteG and perhaps perverted Many OF
I them remain single because they cannot
marry one particular man The primal
woman had 10 such scrUpIes- Wen. we
/ are IN deep waters but I predict that
| JOY NeuCable VIII devote her life 10 chill
/ dren not her OWL She won't take ne
: and she won't take Esne Burgess !
I don't waste much pity on him"
{ why n0t?''
He IS wrapped Up IN himself IN his
I career, IN his ambitions, which are worthy
Z enough. For the next I'VE years he VIII
I DO better alone 4 wife. the very best
would be a sort OF drag on him In a
sense what appIles 10 him. applies 10 me,
I or did apply 10 ne. For the past five
Z years I've hardly had q minute I could
| call my own I don't complain. I've en-
I t0yed the fight. but a man must have
/ some minutes 10 share with a wife And
! here's another bit OF psychology FOR you
/ The right kind OF women don't want men
I who can DO without them. Nothing IN the
I world makes e good woman so miserable
{ as the thought that she's q drag On the
/ man she loves Burgess and I would
/ have an attenuaced chance II he lost his
/ tongue and 7 ny right hand HuIlO."
! The clock began 10 chime.
/ Great Scott I've made you miss youI
/ boat"
That's not OF the least consequence