Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-12-15
Chapter e
IS III
N the course Of the happy moments
he had alone with Carroll, Orde
arrived at more intimate plane

arrived at more intimate plane
of conversation with her. He
came to an understanding Of her I'M
questioning acceptance of Mrs. Bish-
ops attitude. Carroll truly believed
that none but herself could perform
for her mother the various petty Offices
that lady demanded from her next Of
kin and that her practical slavery was
due by every consideration of filial af-
lection. In his hotel room he brooded
over the state Of affairs until his
thoughts took very gloomy tinge in
deed. To begin with, in spite of his
mothers assurance he had no faith
IN his own cause. His acquaintance
with Carroll was but an affair of
months, and their actual meetings
comprised incredibly few days. Orde
was naturally humble minded. 1t did
not seem conceivable to him that he
could win her without long court.
ship. And superadded was the almost
intolerable weight Of Carrolrs ideas as
to her domestic Duties
Nevertheless, at the very moment
when he had made up his mind that it
would be utterly useless even to in
bulge In hope for some years to come,
he spoke. 1t came about suddenly and
entirely without generalization.
The two had escaped for breath Of
air late in the evening. Following the
conventions, they merely strolled to the
end of the block and back, always
within sight Of the house. Carroll was
In tired and pensive mood. She held
her head back, breathing deeply.
Its only little strip, but it's the
stars" said she, looking up to the sky
between the houses. They're so quiet
and calm and big"
She seemed to Orde for the first
time like little girl. A wave of ten
derness lifted Orde from his feet. H.
leaned over, his breath coming quickly.
CARROLL" he said.
She shrank back.
mo. no! You mustn't~ she cried.
She did not pretend to misunderstood.
Its life or death with me-" he said.
II must notr' she cried, futteri4r
like bird. II promised myself long
ago that I must always, always t1ke
care Of mother"
Please, please, dear" pleaded OrGes
Ee had nothing more to say than this,
Just the simple incoherent symbols Of
pleading, but in such crises it is rat
the soul than the tongue that speakc.
His hand met hers and closed about it.
Don't you care for me, dear" aSted
Crde very gently.
II have no right to tell you that" az
svered she. Il have tried, oh, so ha1
to keep you from saying this, for I
knew had no right to hear you"
'sYou do care for me!' he cried.
They had mounted the steps q
stood just within the vestibule
Carroll" cried Orde, tell me- TIT
you love me! Tell me that you'll marry
mew
"1t would kill m~ther if 1 sb.ul.,
leave her." she said sadly.
But you must marry me-" pleaded
Ote. 1--WE are made for each OF j.
God meant US for each other"
"It would have to be after great
m-ny years." she said doubtfully.
Good night. Come to me tomorrow"
She slipped inside the half open door.
Orde turned away and walked up
The street his eyes 50 blinded by the
greater glory that he all but ran down
n inoffensive passerby. Then as the
first effervescence died more gloomy
view Of the situation came uppermost.
To his heated imagination the dead
lock seemed complete. Carroll's devo-
ton to what she considered her duty
appeared unbreakable. And then his
dghting blood surged back to his heart.
The fever Of the argument coursed
through his veins all that long night